Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Ye Ling couldn't help but let out a painful groan, but he still clenched his teeth and persisted, veins throbbing on his forehead.

Drops of blood fell to the ground, as Ye Ling bit down on his teeth even harder, the veins on his forehead throbbing visibly, and his eyes bulging out, looking particularly terrifying!

Ye Ling's left hand was clenched into a fist, with veins standing out prominently on it.

His right palm, on the other hand, was tightly pressed against the Saint's bone, both of his hands smeared with endless blood, and that blood was black!

"Fuse for me!"

Ye Ling roared in a low voice, and then his hands suddenly exerted force, the golden light on the Saint bone flared up dramatically.

That terrifying swallowing power surged toward Ye Ling's body instantaneously, intending to completely devour him.

Just as the power of the Saint bone was about to consume Ye Ling, an extremely powerful force burst forth from his Golden Core, pushing the devouring power outside of his body.

"Hiss hiss!"

A series of sharp and piercing sounds rang out, as the light on the Saint bone began to fade rapidly.

At the same time, Ye Ling's fingers also trembled incessantly, blood flowing down through the gaps between his fingers.

Ye Ling's forehead was already covered in sweat as big as beans, the immense pain causing his body to shake slightly.

If it had been someone else, they probably would have passed out from the agony by now.

But Ye Ling did not pass out; his eyes were filled only with mad rage and stubbornness.

"Fuse for me, damn it!" Ye Ling ground his teeth and roared angrily, his fingers exerting force once again.

Afterward, the power inside Ye Ling's body surged to a terrifying level once again.

The devouring power of the Saint bone grew weaker and weaker, its brightness also dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, as cold sweat streamed down Ye Ling's face.

This horrific process lasted for the duration of half an incense stick before finally coming to an end.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, looked at his mangled right hand and index finger, and cracked a smile.

Persistence pays off, and he had finally succeeded!

Ye Ling didn't have time to check the Saint bone, plopping down onto the ground, his face as pale as paper,

his body shaking slightly, forehead covered in sweat, clearly, the consumption just now had been too great.

After a while, Ye Ling lifted his hand, looking at the Saint bone in his index finger, he cracked a smile again, his face full of pride.
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"Haha!"

Ye Ling laughed heartily, this Saint bone was truly a heaven-defying treasure!

Just now, he had almost lost his life, but thankfully, he managed to fuse with it successfully.

And what was key was that his power had once again made a qualitative leap.

He could faintly feel that, as long as he activated this Saint bone, something immeasurable would occur!

Ye Ling took a deep breath, wiped off the blood on his finger, and a green glow swiftly enveloped his right hand, healing his wound, and soon, the injuries on his right hand were completely healed.

"I've just reached the realm of man and heaven, I need to stabilize my realm!"

Ye Ling pulled out a Heavenly Dao fruit from his Qiankun Ring, cracking a smile, thinking there was no better time than now to consume it.

At that moment, the voice of the Heavenly Dao Tree echoed in Ye Ling's mind, "Young Master, now that you've acquired the Saint bone, a mere phantom stands no chance against you!"

"Alright! I'll arrange for you to undergo physical training! Your realm has already improved, but your physical body still needs some enhancement!"

Ye Ling was taken aback for a moment, then nodded his head. He indeed should enhance his physical combat power, especially since he had only just recently made a breakthrough.

"Then let's get started right now!"

Ye Ling grinned, swallowing the Heavenly Dao Fruit whole. Instantly, the fruit transformed into pure energy that coursed through his body, causing his pores to relax.

Seated with his legs crossed, Ye Ling immersed his Divine Sense within his body, and at that moment, his soul actually separated from his physical form and entered an unknown space.

Familiar scenery, familiar phantom, Ye Ling looked at the phantom before him and grinned, "Old buddy, we meet again!"

The phantom didn't reply, but Ye Ling could feel that its gaze held a trace of hostility and disdain—probably because he had beaten it so badly last time!

"Hey, it seems this guy's pretty dissatisfied with you, huh! Let's keep fighting and enjoy it!" Ye Ling chuckled.

With that, Ye Ling charged forward in a quick step, swinging his fist fiercely down at the phantom!

In this space, cultivator's powers and Spiritual Energy were sealed. Ye Ling could only rely on his physical body!

"Boom!"

With a punch thrown, the wind howled, and the phantom's expression grew slightly tense. Its body shook, and the energy around it burst forth.

"Buzz buzz!"

The two figures collided, and Ye Ling's battle with the phantom was like two meteors clashing, each move brimming with immense power even without the use of Spiritual Energy.

"Thud!"

A sound like a muffled thunder suddenly echoed around, and following that, Ye Ling staggered back more than ten steps before stabilizing himself, while the phantom only took three or four steps back!

Looking at the phantom before him, Ye Ling grinned and, with a stomp of his foot, shot forward once more, charging at the phantom.

The phantom, without the slightest hesitation, struck out with its palm, directly meeting Ye Ling's fist.

"Bang!"

Another dull thud exploded, the phantom retreating several meters while Ye Ling was forced backward step by step, ending up hundreds of meters away.

"Huff!"

Ye Ling took a deep breath; he had been at a disadvantage in that exchange.

All along, he had felt that among cultivators of the same level, his physical body was outstanding. But during that last exchange, he clearly felt that he did not have the upper hand in terms of strength!

The phantom looked at Ye Ling and grinned, its sinister and fearsome face bearing a mocking curve, "Kid, your physical strength isn't that great, huh! Looks like you need to strengthen it a bit more!"

With that, the phantom struck out with another palm, the palm wind howling like a tornado, sweeping straight toward Ye Ling.

A fierce light flickered in Ye Ling's eyes as he raised his fist and charged ahead.

Without the slightest fear, only a strong fighting spirit remained!

"Bam!"

Their powers collided, immediately stirring up surging waves of terrifying wind.

It caused the surroundings to sway chaotically, and even the mountain itself shook violently several times due to this wild burst of power.

In the midst of these fierce shockwaves, Ye Ling's figure was repeatedly forced back, and with each step he took, long cracks appeared on the ground.