Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 665: With Your Blood, I Sacrifice My Blade

The fierce light in Su Ye Tianxiong's eyes burst forth, as he stared intently at Ye Ling, his eyes filled with unwillingness and ferocity.

"It seems I didn't manage to kill you instantly; looks like I need to switch weapons!"

Ye Ling slightly smiled and took out the Dragon Bone Knife from his Qiankun Ring. Under the illumination of the night, its crystalline blade reflected a chilling cold light, with the edge flashing a biting frost.

Gently caressing the blade of the Dragon Bone Knife, Ye Ling slowly spoke, "Today, you will become the first soul to fall beneath my Dragon Bone Knife!"

"With your blood, I shall pay tribute to my Dragon Bone Knife!"

As his words fell, Ye Ling pointed a single finger at the blade of the Dragon Bone Knife, and a scarlet blade light burst forth from within!

The scarlet blade light soared into the heavens, a dazzling column of light enveloping the entire sky.

Su Ye Tianxiong felt the power of the scarlet blade light and his eyelids began to twitch violently.

In his heart, a sense of fear finally dawned.

"Whoosh!"

The scarlet blade light, carrying a massive killing intent, harshly slashed across the sky, heading straight for Su Ye Tianxiong.

"Ninjutsu, Unbearable!"

Su Ye Tianxiong roared, his figure shooting up as he suddenly stepped forward and fiercely kicked off the ground, causing the soil to explode.

Su Ye Tianxiong's body shot up several meters. The extreme force emanating from him made the ground around him rumble loudly.

At the same time, Su Ye Tianxiong's katana, without any fanciness, slashed toward that scarlet blade light.

"Hiss, hiss!"

Su Ye Tianxiong's katana heavily struck the scarlet blade light.

However, Su Ye Tianxiong's expression suddenly changed; he felt an extraordinarily terrifying power spreading from the blade directly to his arm and from there into his body.

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With a heavy thud, Su Ye Tianxiong's body violently fell to the ground, trembling.

His body shuddered, convulsed, feeling his own tendons breaking inside, all strength rapidly draining away, and that pain almost made him wish to pass out immediately.

Blood spurted from Su Ye Tianxiong's body as if costless, while large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his pupils dilated in shock at the sight of Ye Ling!

He never expected Ye Ling's strike to be so powerful!

Especially enhanced by the Dragon Bone Knife, the strike's power had even exceeded his expectations, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

With a thud, Su Ye Tianxiong's body went limp and he fell to the ground, his body continuing to twitch uncontrollably.

"Family Head!"

"Grandfather!"

Members of the Su Ye family were thrown into panic at this sight, crying out in alarm.

Ye Ling paid them no mind, his gaze fixed on Su Ye Tianxiong, he smiled slightly, "Su Ye Tianxiong, you have lost!"

Su Ye Tianxiong looked up at Ye Ling, spitting out a few teeth, his eyes full of terror.

He had lost!

Being defeated by a young lad was a massive blow to his psyche, as he was the pinnacle of martial strength in Wo Country.

In an instant, Su Ye Tianxiong seemed to have aged significantly.

Su Ye Tianxiong took a deep breath, tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked up at Ye Ling and gave a bitter smile.

"Ye Ling, I didn't expect you to be so formidable. I concede defeat completely, you've won!"

Mizuyama Takeo lowered his head, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Ye Ling slightly shook his head, looking at Mizuyama Takeo and said, "Losing is not frightening! But you shouldn't have used those despicable methods to provoke my bottom line!"

"I hate it most when others scheme against me! If it weren't for you, would such a thing have happened in China?"

Hearing this, Mizuyama Takeo's body trembled violently, he bit his teeth, took a deep breath, and the rage in his eyes was almost erupting.

He roared through gritted teeth.

"If it wasn't because of you, our Mizuyama family would have already been leading over you, and it would never be your turn to show off in front of me!"

"Facing death, and yet you do not repent!"

Ye Ling slightly furrowed his brow; he looked at Mizuyama Takeo in front of him and gave a cold smile.

"Forget it, talking to you is useless. I will let you watch as your Mizuyama family members die one by one right before your eyes. Then you'll understand just how foolish the things you've done are!"

Upon hearing this, Mizuyama Takeo's body shook violently once again, then he raised his head, staring fixedly at Ye Ling, his body uncontrollably trembling at that moment.

"Ye, Ye Ling, I beg you not to be so cruel. You can punish me however you want, but please spare our Mizuyama family!"

Mizuyama Takeo roared hoarsely, his voice low.

He was truly frightened—this madman, Ye Ling. He was sure that Ye Ling would dare to act against the Mizuyama family!

Ye Ling, hearing this, slightly shook his head.

"Too late! I will take all of your lives, and you will pay a painful price for the things you've done!"

Having said this, Ye Ling lightly tapped the ground with his toe, and his whole body immediately leapt into the air.

"Kill!"

Ye Ling gripped the Dragon Bone knife, his body transforming into a golden streak of light, and without any hesitation, he charged towards the people of the Mizuyama family.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Ye Ling's Dragon Bone knife swung rapidly, like a fierce storm.

In the air, streaks of golden light continuously flashed, and around Ye Ling, members of the Mizuyama family were falling to the ground, meeting their untimely deaths.

The pitiful screams in the area were ceaseless, causing even Mizuyama Takeo's heart to shudder.

Mizuyama Takeo collapsed onto the ground, his gaze vacant as he watched his family members die one by one in front of him.

He was helpless, unable to even fight back, and could only look on dryly, filled with a sense of bleak desolation.

Mizuyama Takeo looked at Ye Ling, suddenly stood up, his body trembling severely.

In his eyes, there was a hint of despair.

"Ye Ling, you dare to humiliate me so, I, I will fight you!"

With that, Mizuyama Takeo's silhouette slowly advanced, his hand grabbed two sharply incomparable daggers, which he tightly clutched as he walked towards Ye Ling.

Mizuyama Takeo's pace was slow, he even stumbled and fell after taking two steps. Every step he took was excruciatingly difficult for him, as if he was carrying a weight of ten thousand pounds, stifling his breath.

When he was about five or six steps away from Ye Ling, Ye Ling turned his head to look at him, grinned, and kicked him in his abdomen.

"Get lost, it's not your turn yet!"

Mizuyama Takeo's body swayed, and he fell to the ground, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with rage as he glared at Ye Ling with gritted teeth.