Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 611: Beat the Young, Call the Old?

The elder, draped in a gray robe, had an ethereal and sage-like demeanor, albeit hunched in stature with a wisp of white beard, presenting himself with a graceful air.

Moreover, the imposing aura he emitted terrified everyone present.

When Ye Ling sensed the elder's aura, his eyes narrowed instantly.

This elder turned out to be a Saint; could this be Lu Tianxiong, who hadn't appeared in the world for ages?

Seeing this elder from the Lu family appear, Lu Bin finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly crawling to Lu Tianxiong's feet, tears rolling down his eyes.

"Grandfather, you've finally come out of seclusion. This boy has gone too far, relying on his little strength to run wild here!"

"He not only insulted our Lu family's honor but also injured my father. You must stand up for me!" Lu Bin cried bitterly.

Lu Tianxiong glanced at Lu Bin lying on the ground, shook his head with a sigh, then turned to look towards Ye Ling.

"I don't know what my family has done to offend you, making you go to such lengths as to hurt Lu Bin."

"Regardless of the reason, since you've injured someone from our Lu family, you must pay the price, don't you think?"

"Although my Lu family is but a minor clan in the City of Sin, we absolutely do not allow anyone to trample on our dignity!"

Lu Tianxiong said to Ye Ling with a profound gaze, slowly stating.

His words were filled with boundless dominance, just like a tyrant.

Ye Ling looked at Lu Tianxiong with an indifferent smile, his expression full of mockery, and then he harshly kicked towards Lu Hong's buttocks.

Bang!

One kick, another buttock blossomed.

"Owww!"

Lu Hong let out a piercing scream, his face instantly twisted and ferocious, his eyes filled with venom.

Seeing this, Lu Tianxiong immediately boiled with rage, his calloused face showing threads of anger, his eyes filled with immense killing intent.

Ye Ling dared to hit his grandson right in front of him; it was a death wish!

Slap!

In that moment, Ye Ling slapped him again, this time with even more force. The slap sent Lu Hong flying, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood and fainting.

"Scoundrel, are you in such a hurry to die?" Lu Tianxiong could no longer restrain his anger, the aura of a Saint burst forth, and he stepped right up to Ye Ling, bellowing.

Feeling the surging mighty pressure and terrifying power emanating from Lu Tianxiong, Ye Ling remained utterly unflustered, his gaze calm and composed, smiling faintly.

"Whether I am afraid of death is not for you to decide, but for me to determine. What can you do to me?"

Upon hearing Ye Ling's words, Lu Tianxiong was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably as he pointed at Ye Ling's nose and cursed loudly.

"Bastard, do you really think you're so impressive? Is it just because you've managed to cultivate a bit of power?"

"Today, let me show you just how powerful a Saint expert is, let you understand what it means to have someone out there better than you, what it means to overestimate oneself!"

"Kneel before this old man!"

Lu Tianxiong roared, a vast surge of Spiritual Power fluctuations from within him sweeping toward where Ye Ling stood.

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A terrifying gust of wind rampaged incessantly in the void.

"You think having a bit of strength allows you to act arrogantly? In the presence of a Saint, you're less than nothing!"

The overwhelming presence of a Saint descended from the heavens, pouring ferociously into Ye Ling.

In an instant, Ye Ling felt his breath catch, and the spiritual power within him churned wildly.

However, Ye Ling firmly resisted this terrifying pressure, his eyes narrowing slightly, the gleam within them shining like two dazzling lanterns.

"Lu Tianxiong, you old fool, still dreaming that your aura alone will make me submit? Dream on! I won't fall for that. Save your laughable words!"

Ye Ling burst into an arrogant laughter, his proud and defiant manner immediately causing Lu Tianxiong's eyes to narrow, murderous intent overflowing in his gaze, though he could not shake Ye Ling in the slightest.

"Boy, you're truly arrogant. Since you refuse to bow, I will make you understand what 'difference' means!"

Lu Tianxiong coldly shouted, suddenly wielding a long sword in his hand, which he thrust straightforward.

Whiz, whiz, whiz!

Hundreds of silver-white long swords flew directly towards Ye Ling at a speed so fast their trajectories were nearly impossible to capture.

The silver-white swords bombarded around Ye Ling like raindrops.

Each sword was half a meter wide, strikingly sharp, cutting through the surrounding space causing it to tremble violently.

It is said, 'A true master is seen by his first move!'

Lu Tianxiong truly deserved his reputation as a powerhouse of the Saint realm, each blow bursting with immense power, an assault strength ordinary newly-ascended martial artists could not possess.

Moreover, Lu Tianxiong was displaying swordsmanship!

Seeing the hundreds of silver-white swords before him, Ye Ling's eyelids twitched, a sense of crisis surging in his heart. He could clearly sense the immensely destructive power within those silver blade lights.

If struck by those sword glows, the consequences would be unimaginable!

But in this critical moment, Ye Ling's eyes suddenly burst with a chilling cold light, his palm moved slightly, and instantly, with a faint glow, the Snow Drinking Blade appeared in his hand.

Hum, hum, hum!

As soon as the Snow Drinking Blade appeared in Ye Ling's hand, a powerful aura surged wildly along the meridians in his body, instantly filling the heavens and the earth.

Then Ye Ling, holding the blade with one hand, sent waves of bladelight sweeping out like dragons, howling through the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, the void within a ten-meter radius was completely covered in bladelight, as if shrouded by a dense rain of arrows.

The cluster of silver-white swords was torn into shreds by the sky-full of blade light, disappearing without a trace, leaving not a single mark!

Seeing this scene, Lu Tianxiong was momentarily stunned, his eyes filled with unprecedented shock; he had never imagined that his all-out strike would be dissolved so effortlessly.

However, this did not stop Lu Tianxiong from continuing his assault.

His expression darkened, and he dashed toward Ye Ling once again.

"Boy, it turns out you have some skills after all. Since you seek death, I'll oblige you. Watch this!"

Lu Tianxiong roared, his long sword trembling fiercely, and streams of silver-white swords cascaded down like a waterfall, covering the sky and roaring towards where Ye Ling stood, the rolling waves of air!

Whiz, whiz, whiz!