Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 561 Very Good

Ye Ling's heart roared continuously, and his body rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His body shook uncontrollably, and from a distance, he looked like a blood-soaked figure!

Ye Ling clenched his teeth as power surged recklessly throughout his body, causing his flesh to expand continuously.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion sounded, and the power inside Ye Ling erupted completely, with whirlpools spinning rapidly within his body, emitting a buzzing vibration.

"Boom!"

Ye Ling's body trembled, and his body suddenly shook, blood mist sprayed from within him, directly falling to the ground, staining everything with blood.

"Ah!" Ye Ling roared to the sky, the wild power surging out ceaselessly, directly shattering the void around him!

"Crack, crack!"

Subsequently, the shattered void recondensed, restoring to its original state.

"I've stood up!" As soon as he spoke, Ye Ling stood up straight, his bearing even more majestic than before, like a War God making the entire space tremble.

The phantom looked at Ye Ling standing up, his eyes deep and unfathomable, a hint of admiration appeared on his face, and he lightly nodded.

"Not bad!" the phantom spoke, yet his cold eyes still remained undisturbed.

"I want to see just how formidable you really are, just how strong you are!" Ye Ling grinned, a glint of bloodlust flashing in his eyes, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes and darted directly towards the phantom.

"You can't defeat me! After all, you are just a high-tier Heavenly Being, whereas I am a half-step Saint!" the phantom coldly glanced at Ye Ling charging towards him and shook his head lightly.

"Hmph! Half-step Saint? So what? I'll still slaughter you mercilessly!" Ye Ling snorted coldly, swung his arm, and lunged directly at the phantom.

The phantom saw that Ye Ling was actually trying to approach him, his expression suddenly darkened, a terrifying power emanated from his body, directly shattering the surrounding space into dust, dispersing as pinpoints of starlight.

"Do you really think that with this power, you can harm me?" the phantom looked at Ye Ling and spoke faintly, his tone filled with confidence.

Ye Ling, seeing his attack directly countered by his opponent, was momentarily stunned; then, gritting his teeth, he had not expected that a half-step Saint could be so powerful!

"Rumble!"

The phantom threw a punch, streams of punch winds tore through the void, howling towards Ye Ling. Wherever the punch winds passed, the ground was upheaved, tiles shattered into rubble, and dust filled the air!

The phantom was very powerful, definitely surpassing anything Ye Ling had imagined!

However, Ye Ling harbored no fear and was confident that he could confront the phantom head-on with his power.

After all, his state had reached its limit, and as long as he could hold on, he was certain he could kill the phantom!

"Rumble!"

The two ferocious powers collided continuously in the air, and Ye Ling's body was shaken back repeatedly. With each step back, a horrific trench was left on the ground!

"As expected of a half-step Saint, truly terrifying!" Ye Ling gritted his teeth, his gaze towards the phantom filled with an unprecedented seriousness.

The strength of the phantom was undiluted; compared to the other half-step Saints Ye Ling had previously encountered, it wasn't on the same level at all, incredibly terrifying!

The phantom watched Ye Ling coldly, making no move to strike again.

Ye Ling's body violently swayed a few times, and his face turned somewhat pale.

He felt that he was about to give in, but he must grit his teeth, otherwise, there would be no hope of breakthrough!

The power inside Ye Ling continuously circulated, a strand of terrifying force rapidly surged into his body.

"I want to see how long you can last!" the phantom said coldly and then with a step, he hurled himself at Ye Ling like a cannonball.

Ye Ling tapped the ground with his toes, and his body instantly soared, dodging the phantom's strike.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

The phantom kept pounding on Ye Ling, his skin cracking open, with blood gushing out from the crevices, creating a ghastly sight.

"Damn!" Ye Ling cursed softly. With that strike, he felt the raging power inside him surge even more turbulently, making his whole body unbearably uncomfortable.

He even felt as if all his internal organs were going to be obliterated by that fearful power.

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However, Ye Ling did not give up, and slowly drew his Snow Drinking Blade. The five levels of blade intent burst forth at this moment, the blade light flickering with a daunting cold gleam, intimidating.

"Get lost!"

Ye Ling, holding the Snow Drinking Blade, heavily smashed it towards the phantom, but the phantom's figure was elusive, easily dodging Ye Ling's attack.

"Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!"

While dodging Ye Ling's fierce attacks, the phantom continuously launched punches at him.

"Boom Boom Boom!"

The phantom's punches kept bombing Ye Ling's body, each punch bringing a burst of ferocious wind that brushed against him.

Bringing waves of pain, accompanied by scorching agony.

"Damn it!" Ye Ling roared in a low voice, eyes bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, his face filled with a fierce expression!

Ye Ling dared not hesitate, and the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand swiftly swung, with sword lights blooming in the void, dazzlingly, continually attacking towards where the phantom was.

"Slaying Dragon Art! Dragon Roar to the Ninth Heaven!"

Ye Ling roared, the sword lights interweaving together, eventually converging into a splendid golden dragon, gushing towards the phantom, its domineering aura causing the air to burst!

"Such trivial trickery dares to show off in front of me?" the phantom smirked contemptuously, a pitch-black spear appearing in his hand. With a flick of the spear, he fiercely jabbed at the golden dragon.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound suddenly resonated, a violent force directly sent the dragon flying backwards, dissipating into specks of light in mid-air, no longer existing.

Ye Ling's body trembled, his feet fiercely stomped the ground, and uncontrollably, he flew backwards, retreating several steps before stabilizing his figure.

A mist of blood sprayed onto Ye Ling's cheek, his face pale, with a trace of bright red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

That previous move nearly expended about eighty percent of his strength!