Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 692: I’ll Add Another 10%

In an instant, several Yan clan members soared into the sky, their bloodlust piercing the heavens. They each held a weapon in their hands, their eyes blood-red.

In a moment, both sides engaged in a full-on battle, brutally fierce.

Elder Yan and Xuan Yuanfeng also found their respective opponents, engaging in fierce combat. The Xuan Yuan clan, with its numerous members, quickly gained the upper hand.

Ye Ling didn't join in the fight between the primitives and the Yan clan members because four powerful auras had locked onto him!

Ye Ling, looking at Mo Zhantian and the three primitive strongmen before him, said with a sneer, "Old dog Mo, you really think highly of me, huh?"

"Are the four of you planning to attack together?" Ye Ling coldly asked.

"Heh heh heh! A mere early-stage Saint, and you have the nerve to be arrogant?" One of the primitive strongmen sneered sinisterly, his eyes fierce with killing intent.

"We have no interest in wasting time on trash like you. Just surrender peacefully, or you'll suffer physical torment," another primitive mocked, not bothering to hide the contempt in his eyes.

"Heh, a bunch of old freaks who are proud of nothing but their age, have the audacity to call me trash? If I were as old as you, I'd slaughter you as easily as butchering dogs!" Ye Ling said, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

"Seeking death!"

The words made Mo Zhantian's face turn ashen. A high-ranking Saint like himself was being called an 'old dog' by a brash youngster?

"Attack together; this kid is tricky!" Mo Zhantian ordered the three beside him, then he took the lead.

Being besieged by a peak Saint along with three strong primitive fighters, Ye Ling was immediately put in a difficult position, constantly fending off the attacks of the three fighters.

"Ye Ling, hang in there, kill these damned bastards!" Zhan Mengqi and the others shouted encouragement as they fought with the primitives.

Ye Ling wielded the Dragon Bone Knife in his hand, each strike carrying a wild force, shattering all of Mo Zhantian's attacks, giving him no chance to get close.

"Hehe, the four of us joining forces and still can't handle a puny early-stage Saint? It's utterly laughable!"

Mo Zhantian roared in anger, as the Clan Leader of the mighty Mo Clan, being bested by Ye Ling was a tremendous humiliation!

"If that's the case, then let's tear him apart!" Mo Zhantian shouted loudly.

The three powerful primitive men instantly bellowed, their auras surging and murderous intent filling the air.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The weapons in the hands of the three primitive men spun rapidly, their sharp energy sweeping through all directions, like swords thrusting at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed; he knew these primitive powerhouses were no ordinary foes. The so-called 'a starving camel is still bigger than a horse'; these four men were not as weak as they seemed on the surface, their strength immensely formidable, far beyond that of any ordinary high-ranking Saint.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, Mo Zhantian shouted furiously, taking the lead in attacking, his body rocketing towards Ye Ling like a cannonball.

The other three powerful primitive men followed closely, their eyes fierce, and killing intent bursting forth.

Feeling the vicious aura bearing down on him, Ye Ling's eyes focused, and he instantly felt an increased pressure!

He took a deep breath, and suddenly an ear-piercing roar of a dragon's chant echoed within him, a terrifyingly immense power bursting forth from his body!

Boom, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared on Ye Ling's body, seen from afar, he resembled a golden-armored War God, awe-inspiring and majestic!

"Such a powerful will to fight, it seems this kid is not simple!" one of the primitive men spoke.

"Hmph, no matter how strong his will to fight, he's still alone and outnumbered. One powerful strike each from the three of us should be enough to kill him instantly!" Mo Zhantian said through clenched teeth.

Hearing Mo Zhantian's words, the three men from the Yan Clan nodded their heads, murder flashing in their eyes!

"Charge!"

They yelled and then their figures flashed, speeding towards Ye Ling like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they were already before him.

Ye Ling's eyes slightly squinted, a dangerous cold light blooming from within, golden divine light leaping in his eyes.

"Break for me!"

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Ye Ling let out a low growl, and his Dragon Bone knife fiercely descended, a blade light directly slashing forward with incredible speed, instantly reaching the three primitive men!

The blade light tore through the air with the power to destroy heaven and earth, and the three primitive men were shocked and horrified; they could not understand how Ye Ling, who was previously at a disadvantage, suddenly unleashed such a rapid attack.

"Damn it!"

One of the primitive men cursed, flinging his arm and sweeping his long staff, smashing it against the blade light with a booming sound.

The blade light shattered, the three steadied their figures stepping on the void, and their eyes, when turned to Ye Ling, were full of intense surprise.

"This youngster, he actually managed to block one of our attacks!" one of the primitive men exclaimed in shock.

"Hmph, it was just luck. If the four of us attack at the same time, he definitely won't be able to withstand it!"