Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 691: Collusion

After speaking, Mo Zhantian turned to someone from the Mo clan and said, "Let those primitives come out, and get the people of the Mo clan ready. Today, without obtaining the Body of the Saint Dragon, I will not give up!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Master Yan and Xuan Yuanfeng changed drastically—Mo Zhantian had truly gone mad!

Mo Zhantian had actually conspired with those primitives, aiming to seize the treasures on Ye Ling. It was unbelievable that the people of the Mo clan would betray their own ancestors.

If this were to be spread, it would be a great catastrophe for the entire Mo clan!

"Mo Zhantian, you've gone too far!" Master Yan scolded angrily.

He hadn't expected that Mo Zhantian, in his insanity, would go so far as to betray his own kin.

Mo Zhantian's cold laughter was fierce. He cared nothing for kinship, knowing only that he had to possess the Body of the Saint Dragon, or else he would lose everything!

"Master Yan, Xuan Yuanfeng, old ghost, don't think that I will be scared off by your alliance. Let me tell you, this treasure belongs to me, and nobody can snatch it away! Anyone who dares try, will be shown no mercy!"

Mo Zhantian's vicious shout emerged, his eyes blazing with a vicious light, murderous intent overflowing. At this moment, Mo Zhantian seemed to have transformed into a devil itself.

Suddenly, rustling footsteps came from a distance, a swarm of scantily clad people approaching like a locust swarm, it was the primitive group!

"You really have colluded with them!" Xuan Yuanfeng cursed angrily.

"Haha! Colluded? You are mistaken, this is a trade, a mutually beneficial arrangement. I can help them gain more benefits, and they are willing to do some things for me."

"Of course, if you are sensible, just surrender quietly and refrain from any futile struggles, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Mo Zhantian said with a sinister smile, this time, he not only intended to take the Body of the Saint Dragon but also the treasure.

"Ye Ling, can you still fight?" Xuan Yuanfeng suddenly turned to ask Ye Ling.

Ye Ling nodded and grinned, "No problem!"

Master Yan looked at Ye Ling's demeanor and shook his head.

He knew that Ye Ling's injuries were definitely not light; he had seen him being struck by Mo Zhantian's palm just now.

"Ye Ling, this time our Xuan Yuan clan will join you unconditionally, but I have a request, and I hope you can agree," Xuan Yuanfeng said, taking a deep breath.

"What condition?" Ye Ling raised an eyebrow and asked with a detached smile.

"Help me kill this group of Mo clan people who betray their masters and ancestors!" Xuan Yuanfeng said coldly.

"I, of the Yan clan, am also willing to join you in dealing with the Mo clan people!" Old Yan finished speaking and looked at Ye Ling.

Seeing the expressions of the two, Ye Ling was stunned for a moment before nodding his head.

"Good, today, the Mo family must be eliminated!"

"Heh, just with you, a green young boy?" Mo Zhantian suddenly burst into laughter and looked at Ye Ling with mockery.

"I alone might not be able to defeat you, but what if I add the primitives?" These words from Mo Zhantian made Ye Ling's pupils suddenly contract, and a chilling murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

"Clank!" Sounds of weapons being drawn echoed through the arena as the primitives had already colluded with the Mo family and were now naturally helping them against Ye Ling and his allies.

Old Yan and Xuan Yuanfeng exchanged worried glances.

They knew that Ye Ling was not in good condition now. If it were a one-on-one fight against Mo Zhantian alone, they still had confidence.

But dealing with the primitives was going to be troublesome.

"Ye Ling, your injuries are not light. I advise you not to force yourself. If you and your brothers can't hold them off, better to escape quickly!" Old Yan urged earnestly.

Hearing Old Yan's advice, Ye Ling waved his hands. His expression unusually calm, he slowly drew out the Dragon Bone knife and spoke indifferently.

"Escape? I never knew how to write those words. Mo Zhantian, I will slaughter you with my own hands!"

Boom!

As Ye Ling spoke, a thunderous roar burst forth, and the sound of a dragon's chant filled the valley. Ye Ling stood on thin air, pointing the Dragon Bone knife towards Mo Zhantian.

"Mo the old cur, die! Dragon Roar to the Ninth Heaven! Slash!"

Swish swish swish!

Ye Ling, wielding the Dragon Bone knife, unleashed dozens of world-shocking blade lights, roaring and surging like a great river.

Feeling the oppressive force bearing down on him, Mo Zhantian's face drastically changed, and he urgently shouted towards the direction of the primitives, "Quick, come and save me!"

The next moment, three primitives exuding the high aura of a Saint's realm charged ferociously towards them, each with a formidable presence.

Seeing the three experts arrive, Mo Zhantian took a deep breath, and his face finally regained some color.

"Old Yan, Xuan Yuan the old ghost, just wait to collect Ye Ling's corpse!" Mo Zhantian sneered.

As Mo Zhantian's words fell, the three primitives had already swooped in, positioning themselves in front of Ye Ling.

"Mo Zhantian, we're here to help you!"

One of them said to Mo Zhantian, his body burly and radiating intense murderous aura, with only green leaves covering his private parts, revealing his robust and strong muscles, showcasing his powerful physique.

Another figure was also bulky, with a well-built body, dressed in clothes made of animal skins, looking extremely primitive and heavy.