Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 694: Overestimating Oneself

"Little brat, you realize how formidable I am now, don't you?"

"You're nothing but a mere ant who just entered the realm of a Saint. In front of me, you are as insignificant as an ant, easily crushable. I advise you to simply surrender and let me devour your Saint Dragon body."

"Otherwise, what awaits you is death, death with no place for your corpse!"

The primitive strongman roared fiercely, his eyes filled with ecstatic gleam.

Such a young chap possessing the Saint Dragon body, it was defying the heavens! If he could devour Ye Ling, his strength would surely skyrocket!

"Hmph."

Ye Ling wiped the blood from his mouth and chuckled coldly, "You want to devour my Saint Dragon body? Do you really think you're worthy?"

The primitive strongman suddenly flew into a rage, his eyes bulging fiercely, his eyes flashing menacingly. When Mo Zhantian heard this exchange, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Sir, previously our agreement was that our Mo clan would take his Saint Dragon body while your primitive people would take fifty percent of the treasures. Why have you changed your mind now?" Mo Zhantian asked coldly, his gaze icy and frosty.

"Haha, well!" The primitive strongman laughed heartily and then turned to look at another primitive strongman. After exchanging glances, they both looked back at Mo Zhantian.

"Hehe, we've changed our minds. Whether it's the treasures or the Saint Dragon body, we, the primitive tribe, will take it all!"

The primitive strongman smiled indifferently.

"You!" Upon hearing this, Mo Zhantian's heart sank, and killing intent burst from his eyes.

This group of primitive tribes had reneged on their promise, an outright slap in the face for the Mo clan.

Mo Zhantian's body trembled, his eyes brimming with killing intent as he spoke each word through clenched teeth: "Sir, don't you think you are underestimating our Mo clan a bit?"

The primitive strongman just shrugged his shoulders, his face unconcerned, and said lightly, "Your Mo clan's threats are of no use to me!"

"As for the body of the Saint Dragon, don't even think about it. This kid must die for us Primordials to be the noblest beings between heaven and earth. Anyone who dares obstruct the rise of our Primordial tribe must die!"

The Primordial powerhouse arrogantly stated, with a disdainful demeanor as if the Mo tribe were no more than dogs under his control, to be tormented at his whim.

"You double-crossing bastard, I'll kill you first, then devour the body of the Saint Dragon!" Mo Zhantian's eyes were bloodshot, and he violently shook his spear, charging directly at the Primordial powerhouse.

Until now, whether it was the Primordial tribe or the Mo tribe, they had all overlooked Ye Ling, thinking that since he was injured, he was mere meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at any moment.

However, they failed to notice the sly sparkle that had flashed in Ye Ling's eyes, as his heart of life beat rapidly. A tremendous surge of vital energy crazily burst from the heart of life, healing his severe injuries.

By then, Mo Zhantian had already reached the Primordial powerhouse, his spear streaking through the air like a rainbow, aimed directly at the Primordial powerhouse's throat.

"Overestimating yourself!"

The Primordial powerhouse sneered coldly, his body suddenly shifting as he thrust his steel fork, striking Mo Zhantian's spear squarely.

Clang!

A domineering force exploded, blasting Mo Zhantian back, making him stagger dozens of meters.

Mo Zhantian steadied himself by tapping his toes on the ground before charging again, his spear trembling as he thrust it toward the Primordial powerhouse once more.

The corners of the mouths of two Primordial powerhouses curled up in a mocking smile, without a word, they burst forth simultaneously, their palms as sharp as blades, harshly striking toward Mo Zhantian.

The spear collided with the two Primordial powerhouses plainly, emitting a metallic clanging sound.

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"Puchi!"

Bright red blood sprayed, Mo Zhantian trembled, his face changed instantly, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

Mo Zhantian's face turned deathly pale, his body wobbling unsteadily as he struggled to stand, his eyes nearly popping out.

Under the combined assault of the two, Mo Zhantian had no ability to resist and was sent flying, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood.

The Primordial powerhouse looked at the gravely injured Mo Zhantian, his eyes brimming with ferocity, and grinned, "Hehe! Mo Zhantian, now I am going to devour the owner of the Saint Dragon's body right in front of you!"

The Primordial powerhouse cackled maniacally, his body darting forward, ready to rush to Ye Ling's side and devour him alive.

Just then, a voice echoed in everyone's ears, "Have you not asked for my opinion?"

Ye Ling slowly stood up, his injuries inexplicably healed, radiating intense vitality. The Primordial powerhouses looked at Ye Ling, who had suddenly appeared mid-air, their eyes flickering with deep astonishment.

"Kid, you're alright?"

The Primordial powerhouse paused, then bellowed in surprise.

"Hey, of course I am, otherwise, could I stand up?"

Ye Ling chuckled, his eyes intently fixed on the Primordial powerhouse.

The Primordial powerhouse's eyes narrowed, feeling a series of palpitations as his heart thumped wildly.

"Kid, what do you want?"

The Primordial powerhouse took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth.