Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 690: What Kind of Concept Is This?

"Huh? How could this be?" Mo Zhantian had just regained his thoughts when a pair of ruthlessly cold eyes, devoid of any trace of emotion, echoed beside his ear.

"Hehe, getting distracted during a fight isn't a good thing, old man!"

Ye Ling smiled indifferently, and his Dragon Bone knife shook violently, a wild surge of force frenziedly spreading outwards as Mo Zhantian's face changed, and he stumbled back three steps.

An extremely violent rush mixed with the seven layers of blade intent approached, feeling the oppressiveness of the seven layers of blade intent, Mo Zhantian's face suddenly changed.

"How is this possible? This kid has actually comprehended the seven layers of blade intent?"

At this moment, a tide of envy and greed swept through Mo Zhantian's mind uncontrollably. This kid was simply a monster!

The seven layers of blade intent were on par with the intense blade intent of the high-level peak of the Saint realm. Even a peak-level expert of Saint realm would have difficulty mastering the seven layers of blade intent, let alone comprehending it!

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But this kid, Ye Ling, had mastered the seven layers of blade intent, a level of talent so terrifying it was almost demonic!

And Mo Zhantian's desire for the Saint body intensified; at this moment, he wished he could immediately devour and refine Ye Ling's body!

Just as Mo Zhantian was startled by Ye Ling's seven layers of blade intent, his mind abruptly filled with an extremely dangerous sensation.

Whoosh!

A piercing blade Qi suddenly flew past from Mo Zhantian's left side; the next second, his left arm was flung away, with the blood gushing out like a fountain.

This unexpected blade Qi nearly cost Mo Zhantian his life, causing him to freeze in shock before being overwhelmed by an agonizing pain that shot straight to his brain!

Mo Zhantian looked up to see Ye Ling standing proudly with the Dragon Bone knife in hand, his eyes deep and cold.

That intimidating gleam in his eyes made his heart clench violently, instilling an indescribable fear!

"You, you..." Mo Zhantian stammered, unable to speak. He hadn't expected that the youngster would be so powerful, injuring him with a single move.

One must know that Mo Zhantian was a high-ranking superior of the Saint realm, a truly formidable figure. But Ye Ling had used only one move to inflict a heavy injury on him.

This left Mo Zhantian filled with unwillingness and frustration. He was a decisive, ruthless killer who regarded lives like grass, a mighty Saint realm warrior.

Yet, in Ye Ling's presence, he found himself completely suppressed, without even a chance to fight back!

Is this the power of the Sacred Dragon Body? The greed in Mo Zhantian's mind was becoming increasingly intense, fueling his desire to possess the Sacred Dragon Body even more!

However, Ye Ling obviously wouldn't give him such an opportunity. Since Mo Zhantian harbored murderous intent toward him, Ye Ling naturally intended to eliminate the future threat.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

Streaks of knife light sped through the air, like meteors slicing through the void, racing toward Mo Zhantian. Each strike was relentless and unstoppable, filled with a tyrannical aura.

Mo Zhantian was terrified, but his reactions were incredibly quick. The long spear in his hands danced, its tip constantly piercing through the void, countering the knife lights one after another.

Ye Ling snorted coldly. At that moment, the seven layers of knife intent suddenly burst forth, surging like a dam bursting open.

And the Dragon Bone Knife in his hand also slashed down abruptly at that moment, its frigid blade cleaving through the air, enveloping fierce knife intent as it chopped down towards Mo Zhantian!

"Sky-shaking Strike!" This slash could almost be considered Ye Ling's most powerful attack of all, the most formidable move he had unleashed thus far. Once executed successfully, it would certainly be a deathblow to the enemy!

Sensing the power of this slash, Mo Zhantian felt his scalp tingle. He could clearly sense that the power of this knife could effortlessly kill even a late-stage Saint realm warrior!

What was this concept!

With one slash, beads of sweat the size of soybeans emerged on Ye Ling's forehead, but the prowess of this strike was immense. Ye Ling was confident that this cut would bring even a Saint realm warrior to their knees!

Mo Zhantian clenched his teeth tightly, having a feeling that even in his prime, he might not dare to face Ye Ling's slash head-on!

"Damned bastard, I'll fight you to the end!"

Mo Zhantian bellowed with rage. Just as he was about to act, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him—it was Old Yan and Xuan Yuanfeng.

Both drew their weapons and joined forces to finally fend off Ye Ling's slash.

"Good lad, even I found it rather difficult to handle that cut of yours!" After stabilizing his stance, Old Yan gave a thumbs-up to Ye Ling and praised him.

Xuan Yuanfeng also nodded, his eyes intense as he admired the Dragon Bone Knife in Ye Ling's hand, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Seven layers of knife intent indeed. Its power is truly terrifying!"

"Seniors, why did you save Mo Zhantian? He just tried to kill me, and now I cannot quell the hatred in my heart without killing him!"

Ye Ling said somberly, his words carrying a chilling intent to kill.

"Ye Ling, spare his life. Although he harbored murderous intentions toward you, he has also protected the treasure for hundreds of years."