Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Ye Ling gave a low shout, and his body suddenly lunged forward like a cannonball, smashing directly into the pitch-black long spear. His immense power erupted suddenly.

Thump!

A muffled sound rang out, and Ye Ling was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground and causing the floor to collapse beneath him.

Ye Ling spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper, but the next moment, his heart of life began to beat rapidly, healing his injuries.

"Damn it!"

Ye Ling cursed under his breath. He hadn't expected this guy's attack to be so eerily effective. The blow just now had nearly cost him his life, and if he hadn't dodged in time, he would likely be a corpse by now.

Ye Ling slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Qian Hong with icy eyes.

"Unexpectedly, you, a mere mid-stage Saint, were able to withstand a move from a peak Saint like me. You really are quite impressive, kid."

Qian Hong looked at Ye Ling and burst into loud laughter, his eyes filled with excitement and madness.

This kid was actually able to stand toe-to-toe with him and even inflicted some minor injuries. If this news were to spread, it would definitely cause a sensation.

"But, this is just the beginning. I will let you taste what real pain is!"

Qian Hong flicked his long spear, and the tip glimmered dazzlingly, while bitter cold air constantly swirled around the shaft, making it look very sinister.

"I'll show you right now the gap between the peak of Saint realm and the mid-stage of the Saint realm!"

Qian Hong sneered viciously, and with a twist of his wrist, the intense cold air on the spear shaft erupted instantly, and an ice serpent burst forth from within the long spear, menacing and savage.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The ice serpent lifted its head and let out a roar as it charged toward Ye Ling, baring its fangs and bristling with an aggressive aura, like a demon from the nether depths of hell.

"Heh, did you know? When you reach the peak of the Saint realm, you awaken an elemental attribute, and mine is ice!"

"Facing an expert of my calibre, you have no chance to resist because my ice can freeze all attacks."

"All you need to do is submit to me, and perhaps you will leave alive. Otherwise, there's only death for you!"

Qian Hong sneered viciously, the ferocity in his eyes growing more intense.

In his eyes, Ye Ling had no power to resist and could only submit to him.

However, upon hearing these words, Ye Ling simply shook his head and smiled indifferently.

"Submit, heh, you think you deserve it?"

Just as Qian Hong was full of hope, suddenly, Ye Ling's calm eyes burst forth with two sharp glints.

The Dragon Bone knife in Ye Ling's hand turned into a ball of golden light, enveloping him.

The next moment, the eight layers of blade intent inside Ye Ling surged without reservation, and a series of brilliant blade glows followed the tip of the knife, sweeping toward the surroundings.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss!"

A continuous crisp sound arose, and wherever those blade lights passed, the surrounding space was directly sliced apart.

"Heh, it's useless. You can't break through my ice!"

Qian Hong sneered viciously, and with a sudden flick of the long spear in his hand, a burst of piercing cold air surged out, a frigid wind ravaging the entire space.

The temperature around plummeted several times, and the moisture in the air also completely vanished at this moment.

The next moment, enveloped by the cold air, the layer of golden light on Ye Ling's body's surface rapidly dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely snuffed out.

And Ye Ling's body became frail, resembling nothing more than a straw.

Ye Ling only felt that under the cover of this icy cage, the skin on his body seemed to be frozen over, which completely immobilized the strength throughout his body.

"What in the world is going on? What exactly is this ice attribute Qian Hong talks about?"

Surprise flickered in Ye Ling's eyes; he had never heard of such an existence!

"Hehe, it's no use, you'll never understand just how terrifying my ice attribute is. Even peers of the same level can hardly bear my dreadful ice attribute."

Qian Hong chuckled darkly, the ice-blue pupils of his eyes emitting a captivating frosty light.

Ye Ling gritted his teeth, and with a thought, the eight layers of knife intent within him stirred again, sharp streams of blade energy continuously gathering on his body's surface, attempting to shatter the ice power.

"Don't waste your effort, this is the ice attribute that I have comprehended. Even the peak of the Saint realm can hardly withstand it, not to mention a mere mid-level Saint like you!"

Qian Hong scoffed coldly, his eyes slightly narrowed, dancing with a fearsome murderous intent.

Ye Ling felt as if his blood was slowly being frozen. Breathing became difficult for him; he felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body going limp, hardly able to muster the strength to move.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The next moment, Qian Hong's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood, and then, with a fierce sweep of his long spear, an ice arrow shot out, hurtling straight towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's pupils contracted sharply, his complexion changed instantly, and he swiftly twisted his body, attempting to dodge the ice arrow's attack.

But his physical condition was such that he could hardly move, let alone dodge an ice arrow; it was like a fool's dream.

The ice arrow pierced through the clothes on Ye Ling's left shoulder and penetrated deep into his body.

Moreover, the intense cold carried by the ice arrow, upon contacting the blood inside him, immediately caused a bone-chilling cold to spread throughout his body.

"Crack, crack!"

Soon after, the skin on Ye Ling's left shoulder began to rapidly encase in frost.

In an instant, Ye Ling's entire right arm was covered with ice, and the ice was still spreading rapidly toward his torso.

"Haha! Weren't you very arrogant? Didn't you want to challenge me? Come on then, see how I'll slaughter you!"

"Now, you've lost any chance you had, I am going to torture you to death!"

Qian Hong's rampant laughter echoed in Ye Ling's ears, but Ye Ling paid no attention to it. The situation inside his body was utterly dire.

This kind of ice power was not something he could defend against, and if the standoff continued, he feared he wouldn't last even half a minute!

Ye Ling's consciousness began to fade, his eyelids struggled to remain open and weakly drooped, and his complexion turned a frozen bluish-green at that moment.

But just then, a dragon roar that seemed to pierce through the skies suddenly emanated from within Ye Ling. Streams of golden light burst forth from his body, instantly enveloping the entire heaven and earth within.