Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 475: I’ve Tolerated You for a Long Time

It was as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth, extremely eerie!

Just as Ye Ling was utterly perplexed, a fierce intent to kill suddenly descended!

"Not good!" Ye Ling’s pupils contracted, and the next moment, his body was already targeted by that chilling killing intent!

In that instant, Ye Ling felt the hair on his entire body stand up, and goosebumps covered his skin!

"Damn!" A bead of cold sweat appeared on Ye Ling’s forehead. He rolled over, awkwardly dodging the attack from the blade of cold light.

Just as Ye Ling had moved from his original position, another blade of cold light whistled behind him.

"Not good!" Ye Ling’s heart raced, and his figure darted out again, but this time he failed to escape the pursuit of the cold light!

"Pfft!"

The tip of the Cold Iron Frost Sword plunged deeply into Ye Ling’s shoulder, and blood immediately gushed out.

"Hiss!" Ye Ling inhaled sharply, gritted his teeth, and his body suddenly retreated backward.

Seeing Ye Ling wounded and bleeding, the phantom suddenly became haughty and yelled, "Kid, how do you feel now!"

"How do I feel, you damned egg, if you’re brave enough, fight me fair and square again! I’ll kill you!" Ye Ling said angrily.

The phantom blew his beard, glared, and yelled, "You little brat, I’ve tolerated you for a long time. Remember this, today I’m not just going to defeat you, I’m going to make your life a living hell!"

Having said that, the phantom clenched his hand violently, and a rich icy aura burst out from the Cold Iron Frost Sword, the next moment, the cold ice sword’s light suddenly brightened, followed by an overwhelming chill that swept around.

"Whoosh!"

The cold ice sword transformed into an ice dragon, roaring as it rushed up, sweeping toward Ye Ling.

"Damn!" Ye Ling gritted his teeth, his eyes flicking around, he slipped away, and his figure abruptly vanished from the spot, the next moment, the cold ice sword pierced through the air.

"Hmph, runs quite fast indeed!" The phantom snorted coldly, eyes intently following the spot where Ye Ling had disappeared.

Just as the phantom’s voice fell, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky, flicking his wrist, the Snow Drinking Blade sweeping across!

"Bang!"

A strand of cold light directly blocked the black Snow Drinking Blade, and then the dark shadow exerted force again, directly shaking Ye Ling back several meters away.

Ye Ling’s face was tense as he stared at the phantom, his heart secretly alarmed, "This phantom’s strength is indeed terrifying, truly an old monster!"

"Kid, can you only run!" The phantom laughed heartily.

Ye Ling curled his lip, "You think your speed is impressive?"

Ye Ling’s figure suddenly accelerated, holding the Snow Drinking Blade, he ferociously chopped down at the phantom, a dazzling blade light directly chopping at the phantom.

The phantom snorted coldly, "Overestimating yourself!" As his words fell, his arms violently shook, and a mighty gust of wind instantly charged toward the dazzling blade light.

"Boom!"

As the sword and blade collided, a thunderous roar shook the earth, and the terrifying aftershocks swept the surroundings, instantly leveling the area into flat ground as chunks of hard stone shattered into powder and fell.

The phantom was shaken backward by the impact but quickly regained its footing. Ye Ling’s body trembled, and drops of fresh blood slowly dripped from him, his complexion turning a few shades paler.

"Boy, I warned you earlier, your attacks are like tickling to me; they’re all useless against me," the phantom remarked, its tone full of mockery.

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Ye Ling’s face grew ugly. He hadn’t expected the phantom’s defensive power to be so formidable; his blade could split mountains and rocks, but it had not caused any substantial effect.

"Hehe, boy, I advise you to just surrender willingly! Otherwise, your life is not going to be spared!" said the phantom with a loud laugh, his voice filled with ridicule.

"Hmph, enough with the nonsense. If you dare, come fight me fair and square. Let’s not resort to those flashy tricks. Let’s have a fair duel!"

Ye Ling roared angrily, swinging the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand vigorously. At the edge of the blade, a flash of cold light appeared, revealing a Cold Ice Sword’s brilliance.

"Haha, boy, let me see your sword skills then!"

The phantom laughed heartily and immediately stepped on the void, leaping up. His figure fluttered uncertainly in mid-air, continuously shifting positions, making it difficult to predict his exact location.

Ye Ling’s thoughts flickered slightly, and he swiftly launched the cold light towards mid-air. Simultaneously, the phantom thrust the Cold Iron Ice Sword at Ye Ling once again.

Ye Ling’s eyes flashed with astonishment. The Cold Iron Ice Sword seemed twice as fast as before - in the blink of an eye, it was before him!

"Damn it!" Ye Ling exclaimed in shock, not having anticipated the phantom to possess such a formidable ability.

But Ye Ling didn’t panic. His body shimmered, and he swiped the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand, cutting through the void with a dazzling cold light to meet it head-on.

Clang!

The sword and blade collided mid-air, immediately releasing a metallic clashing sound. The terrifying force scattered around, lifting the soil off the ground.

Ye Ling and the phantom were both sent flying backward, their expressions becoming somewhat uglier.

The phantom had not expected this young man’s strength to be so formidable; they had ended up evenly matched in an instant.

Ye Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blazing fiercely, and he whispered coldly, "It seems it’s time to show some real power!"

"Boy, you really are confident," the phantom said in a mocking tone. "However, you’re still far too lacking!"

Ye Ling did not respond, but the four layers of sword intent within him erupted completely at that moment, filling his limbs and bones with a terrifyingly unstoppable force.

Ye Ling’s right arm, holding the Snow Drinking Blade, swelled abruptly, veins bulging. Terrifying power surged out from within him, and under this formidable force, his strength soared dramatically!

Ye Ling vaulted off the ground with a tap of his toes, shooting up into the sky. He raised his wrist, and with a fierce swing of the Snow Drinking Blade, he slashed down at the phantom. The blade’s power was immense, so much so that the sky seemed to dim a bit with its slash.

The phantom, seeing this, was stunned and swiftly dodged to the side. Ye Ling’s strike hit the ground, immediately creating a deep pit, from which vicious cracks spread, extending to the distant ground.

"Four layers of sword intent, to be this powerful?" The phantom’s heart tightened, and his face turned awkward, well aware that his cultivation was far too superior to Ye Ling’s.