Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"Heh, the moment you decided to attack the Azure Planet, you were already a dead man in my eyes!"

Ye Ling glanced at Liu Muran indifferently, his tone utterly cold, his eyes revealing a dense intent to kill.

"Today, I will let you taste my prowess, Liu Muran!"

Liu Muran roared furiously and charged towards Ye Ling. A flash of cold light in the arena, and a long sword appeared in his palm. With a swing of the sword, a fiercely sharp Sword Qi streaked towards Ye Ling, its penetrating Sword Intent chilling to the bone.

Seeing this, a gleam flashed in Ye Ling's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"If you're seeking death, then don't blame me for not being polite!"

The next moment, Ye Ling's figure retreated explosively, dodging the fearsome sword strike from Liu Muran. Then, with a turn of his body, he pounced towards Liu Muran!

The figures of the two kept changing positions, and with each blink, there was a fierce collision. At such speeds, no one could catch a trace of their whereabouts!

"Such incredible speed!"

Ye Ling watched the figure darting as fast as lightning, his eyes shrinking suddenly, and he couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

He had thought his speed was already fast, but compared with Liu Muran, it still fell short!

"Heh, I'm of the Wind attribute, my speed is naturally a lot faster!"

Liu Muran let out a triumphant laugh. With a tap of his toes, his figure once again turned into a blur and disappeared into the void. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared at Ye Ling's side.

With a flick of his wrist, Liu Muran thrust his sword, the Sword Qi whistling through the air, mingled with a strand of Wind attribute Spiritual Power, tearing open Ye Ling's skin and leaving a deep sword mark on his shoulder.

At that moment, a dragon's roar resonated from inside Ye Ling's body, the rampaging Wind attribute power within him was slowly devoured by the Sacred Dragon Physique.

The next instant, the Wind attribute was completely refined by Ye Ling's Sacred Dragon Physique, then transformed into strands of pure Wind Element, rushing through his meridians towards his Dantian.

On the surface of Ye Ling's body, a faint cyan glow emerged. When Liu Muran caught sight of this, his pupils involuntarily narrowed, his face filled with utter shock.

"How, how is this possible, you, you even possess the Wind attribute?" As if realizing something, Liu Muran's pupils dilated drastically, his face displaying an expression of fear, "You, you have the Sacred Dragon Physique!"

"Exactly!" Ye Ling flashed a grin, answering indifferently.

The Sacred Dragon Physique was the secret that Ye Ling had always taken great pride in. Now that Liu Muran had found out, he naturally had to make sure Liu Muran would never be able to speak of it!

"I will kill you!" Liu Muran's face suddenly contorted viciously, as he lifted his sword and thrust it fiercely towards Ye Ling.

The sword light, like a giant serpent, coiled in the void, emitting a terrifying aura that would make anyone's heart tremble in fear.

Amplified by the power of the Wind attribute element, the force of this strike was terrifyingly powerful, so much so that even a high-ranked Saint Realm powerhouse wouldn't dare to face it head-on!

However, Ye Ling simply shook his head dismissively.

"Is this the extent of your strength?"

Ye Ling sneered, his wrist flicked, and the Dragon Bone Knife appeared in his hand. The knife's light flashed, broadcasting a resplendent golden hue!

At the same time, the power of the ice, fire, and Wind attributes inside him erupted out, strands of golden brilliance swirling around Ye Ling, forming a series of whirlpools.

"Annihilation Slash!"

A low cry suddenly burst forth, and a dazzling light of the knife shot out from Ye Ling's hands.

Whoosh!

The golden blade light tore through the sky, like a resplendent beam, rushing towards Liu Muran!

Thud, thud, thud!

Under that golden blade light, the fiercely sharp sword beams of Liu Muran were instantly destroyed, breaking into countless fragments that filled the sky!

"No!"

Liu Muran's face changed drastically as he staggered backward, his long sword dancing rapidly in his hands to shield himself.

Bang bang bang!

All one could hear was a series of dull sounds exploding one after another; the once-unmatched sword lights directly collapsed, and Liu Muran's body was sent flying by the violent force!

Thud!

Liu Muran fell heavily to the ground, his chest heaving violently, his face pale, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Looking at Ye Ling, Liu Muran's eyes were filled with shock and fear. Although he had forcefully resisted the previous strike, he could clearly sense the slight but definite gap in strength between himself and the man before him.

Liu Muran knew very well that if he continued to entangle, he would undoubtedly be defeated!

With this thought, Liu Muran's mind stirred, and wisps of green wind quietly surrounded him, enveloping Ye Ling in the blink of an eye.

Hum hum!

The green wind around Liu Muran stirred wildly, with green wind blades sweeping out and continuously condensing in the air, forming a massive wind cone!

Wherever this green wind passed, the void distorted violently, and the ferocious aura it carried made one truly fearful!

"Hmph!"

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, a trace of icy coldness flitting through them, as he pointed with the Dragon Bone Knife in his hand and let out a low roar. The golden blade light, like a roaring dragon, struck Liu Muran's gathered green wind without any fanciness.

Crack crack!

The massive green wind, under Ye Ling's golden blade light, was inch by inch ground into dust!

Thud!

At the moment the green wind was extinguished, Liu Muran's body crashed to the ground heavily, his complexion deathly pale, as he spewed out a large mouthful of bright red blood.

And his body was covered with a layer of frost that enveloped him completely, leaving him coated in a thick layer of icy debris.

"How, how is this possible!"

Liu Muran was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

His own wind-based sword technique, so ferocious and powerful, was now easily broken by Ye Ling!

How could this be possible!

Liu Muran couldn't stop muttering in his heart, unwilling to accept his defeat, how could he possibly lose to a martial artist of the same rank?

No, it must be a fluke, it must be a fluke; this guy must have used some kind of despicable scheming.

"Hmph!"

Ye Ling let out a cold laugh, stomped heavily on the ground, and rushed towards Liu Muran with a ghost-like speed.

With a fierce kick, Ye Ling's foot struck hard against Liu Muran's stomach, the surge of power overwhelming, sending Liu Muran flying and smashing through several ancient trees along the way.

Spurt!

Liu Muran crashed to the ground heavily, blood spraying out as if it cost him nothing.