Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 695: All is Settled
"What do you think I want!" Ye Ling gave a sinister smile, then stepped forward, coming face to face with the primitive man.
"Looking for death!"
The primitive warrior bellowed angrily as he thrust his steel fork viciously toward Ye Ling. The powerful force whistled through the air, piercing through the void and violently smashing towards Ye Ling.
This move was enough to chill anyone to the bone.
But just as the steel fork was about to reach Ye Ling's chest, that slash was too fierce. He hadn't even realized what was happening before he was struck down by the knife. How was this possible!
With one slash grievously injuring the primitive warrior, Ye Ling slowly walked up to him and coldly smirked, "Well, have you had enough?"
The primitive warrior struggled to lift his head, staring at Ye Ling's ruthless smile, feeling a chill running down his spine and a dense sense of danger enveloping his heart.
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"Screw you! I won't admit defeat!"
The primitive warrior shouted loudly, forcing himself to stand up.
But as soon as he stood up, Ye Ling's figure flickered, directly appearing beside him. The Dragon Bone knife in his hand swept out, bringing a sharp blade aura that instantly slashed at the neck of the primitive warrior.
With a crisp snap that echoed throughout the valley, the primitive warrior's eyes widened as his neck broke, his body swayed, and he fell straight down.
"You dare!" the last remaining primitive warrior exclaimed in horror, his face contorted with anger as he bellowed.
In his blood-red eyes, fierce flames burned.
Seeing his companions die one by one before his own eyes, how could the proud primitive warrior accept this?
He leaped up, his toes touching the ground and his body shooting forward like a swift arrow, his long sword sweeping through the air, sending horrifying waves of energy rolling towards Ye Ling.
At this moment, he could no longer care so much, even if it meant exerting all his strength to kill the damned youth before him.
Ye Ling grinned, holding the Dragon Bone knife, his body slightly bent, toes touching the ground, and he shot forward like an arrow leaving the bow.
A series of chilling blade lights tore through the sky, carrying unmatched power, furiously slashing towards the opponent.
Blood spurted out violently, the primitive warrior kept retreating, blade lights leaving numerous scars on his body, blood dripping everywhere, looking shockingly terrible.
Moreover, these wounds were not fatal, but each slash brought immense pain to the opponent.
This pain made the primitive warrior unable to help but scream in agony, his cries extremely mournful.
Immediately afterward, Ye Ling put force into his wrist, chopping down with the knife!
With just one strike, the primitive warrior's neck was brutally chopped off by Ye Ling, blood spraying wildly, staining the surrounding emptiness red.
Moreover, the primitive warrior's neck kept rolling, the skin peeling off, blood gushing, and a foul odor filling the entire valley.
"Gulp!"
Mo Zhantian swallowed hard, watching Ye Ling's brutal killings, and couldn't help but show a trace of fear in his eyes.
That last knife was terrifying, like a sharp and exposed precious knife slashing out, directly severing the opponent's head, leaving him immensely shocked.
"It's all settled now!" Mo Zhantian silently lamented in his heart, filled with endless regret.
After Ye Ling had killed the primitive warrior with one slash, he coldly looked at Mo Zhantian, his eyes flickering with a surging intent to kill.
"Ye Ling, I know I was wrong. Please, could you spare my life?"
Mo Zhantian's body shook continuously, his face pale as a ghost, and large sweat beads on his forehead popped continuously. His body couldn't help but tremble.
He had never expected that Ye Ling's strength was so formidable that he could combat four opponents without being at a disadvantage.
Moreover, he killed all of their strongest warriors in seconds with a single strike.
If he had known that Ye Ling possessed strength comparable to the pinnacle of a Saint, he would never have provoked such a terrifying foe, for that was purely seeking abuse.
"Ha, spare your life? I was willing to let you live out of respect for the two elders, but you still refused to repent. The worst part was your conspiracy with outsiders!"
"Do you think I should let you go?" Ye Ling glanced at Mo Zhantian and asked with a cold laugh.
When Mo Zhantian heard Ye Ling's words, his face drastically changed, his eyes wide and terrified as he gazed at Ye Ling like he was looking at a demon.
"Don't kill me!"
Mo Zhantian pleaded, filled with terror as he looked at Ye Ling, truly frightened.
After all, as an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, no one would want to die easily, no matter how powerful they were. Yet, when faced with death, one would still be afraid.
Ye Ling glanced at Mo Zhantian, his lips curling into a sneer, then shook his head and slowly walked towards Mo Zhantian, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Spare your life? Why should I spare you?"
Ye Ling said with a faint smile, looking at Mo Zhantian indifferently.
These words immediately turned Mo Zhantian's face grotesque, his eyes glaring at Ye Ling with intense malice.
Ye Ling ignored him, looking around as the three clans continued to fight fiercely.
However, the number of strong warriors of the three clans was dwindling, and many had already been slain, their deaths gruesome.
"Mo Zhantian has already surrendered, people of the Mo clan, why aren't you surrendering quickly?"
Ye Ling's eyes slightly narrowed, he shouted coldly, his voice icy and piercing, causing everyone to shiver uncontrollably.
Upon hearing Ye Ling's command, the people of the Mo clan immediately stopped fighting and looked toward Ye Ling, their eyes filled with disbelief.
The Clan Leader has lost? How is that possible?
But seeing the Dragon Bone Knife in Ye Ling's hand, everyone's eyes involuntarily moved to the corpse beside the Clan Leader.
Three primordial human warriors had been dismembered, but all three of Mo Clan's supreme warriors were lying on the ground, dead beyond doubt.
This scene deeply imprinted itself in everyone's hearts, making them feel extraordinarily shocked.
Ye Ling, with a single strike, had killed three great warriors!
Some rejoiced while others grieved; both Yan Lao and Xuan Yuanfeng's faces emerged with a hint of a smile, they quickly came to Ye Ling's side: "Congratulations, young friend, on your splendid victory!"
"Haha! I've also benefited from your glory, haha!" Xuan Yuanfeng laughed heartily, his eyes filled with excitement.
Meanwhile, Mo Zhantian slumped on the ground, dizzy, his eyes filled with an unmistakable color of astonishment.
