Super War God in the City
Chapter 722 - 722: The Secret of the Dark Wolf Clan!

Facing the thunderous strike from the mysterious man, Ling Fan took a deep breath and his figure surged forward with a burst of speed, wielding the Spirit Sword in his hand to the utmost, showcasing the Eighteen Forms of Limitlessness.

The power of his Divine Soul was also highly concentrated, capturing the main trajectory of the opponent's attack.

Ling Fan's Spirit Sword conjured up thousands of Sword Qi, abruptly meeting the thunderous blade shadows encircling his body.

From a distance, it would appear as if a purple Sword Qi had trapped a white Flood Dragon in the sky.

And Ling Fan, at the center of the thunderous blade energy, was that Flood Dragon, struggling to break through the sky, fighting back with all its might!

"Bang bang~"

"Boom!"

"Crack~crack~"

The intense collision of myriad Sword Intent and Sword Qi erupted with a thunderous roar; under half the sky, energy rampaged, presenting an apocalyptic scene.

"Haha, Ling Beiming, today I shall slay you under my blade and my name shall shake the world!" the middle-aged man laughed wildly.

The quickest shortcut to fame in this world is to slay a renowned tough character who has already made a name for himself.

Thus, it has become an unwritten consensus worldwide that to make a name for oneself, one must slay Beiming!

"Pah, you think you can?" Ling Fan's sword slashed horizontally through the air, heading straight for the middle-aged man's purple war saber.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, their attacks had already collided with a thunderous impact.

In that moment, as they clashed, the outcome was instantly clear.

Ling Fan's Spirit Sword, upon colliding with the opponent, paused only for the span of a breath before recoiling sharply.

One move, one sword, one saber, Ling Beiming was defeated!

Ling Fan, recoiling with blood at the corner of his mouth and a pale face, felt a surge of churning blood and energy within.

Indeed, under that move, he was not only defeated but also injured.

At the same time, his eyes could not hide the shock; in an instant, he clearly realized that his opponent's strength was far above his own.

He was horrified to discover that the man was a Half-step Divine Realm, and the one who could defeat him so effortlessly and cause him injury was definitely no ordinary Half-step Divine Realm fighter, certainly not a mere flow from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!

All of a sudden, Ling Fan finally understood the man's identity.

"The Dark Wolf Clan, Purple Wing lineage?" Ling Fan exclaimed in shock.

"Hahaha, Ling Beiming, you actually know of our Purple Wing lineage, I'm flattered!" The middle-aged man could not help but laugh out loud with satisfaction.

Immediately after, his figure chased after the repelled Ling Fan with explosive speed.

"Ling Beiming, take another one of my sabers, Purple Blood Second Form, Nine Suns Swordfall!" The middle-aged man bellowed once more.

This saber strike was unparalleled, its Sword Qi tearing through space, plunging the whole world into sudden darkness.

Ling Fan's pupils contracted, a surge of alarm rising in his heart.

He should have guessed earlier, unburned by Exotic Fire, unharmed by the Blade of the Divine Soul, a freakish physique, who else could it be but Er Hei, the other 'Hei' from the Dark Wolf King lineage?

However, the Dark Wolf Clan's Purple Wing lineage was little known, and even he had not thought of it for a moment.

"Damn, this Purple Wing lineage is actually hidden within White Country territory, and that Head of the Martial Alliance has a deep connection with this person!" cursed Ling Fan inwardly.

Had he known sooner, he would never have chosen to pass through here on his return to Huaxia.

But now, it was all too late.

In the moment, Ling Fan fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining with a chilling fierceness.

Even if it meant his own death, he'd take out two of his opponent's teeth, Ling Fan resolved bitterly. Just as he braced himself for a do-or-die moment, a sudden change escalated dramatically.

A streak of golden light suddenly rushed from the distance, like a flying fire meteor.

Upon seeing this, Ling Fan's heart sank, and he couldn't help but think to himself, "My life is over!"

As the streak of light drew near, Ling Fan's expression changed abruptly, quickly followed by a surge of joy.

"Hahaha, Aoma, I knew you'd come here, you son of a gun!" the middle-aged man exclaimed with three booming laughs as he looked skyward.

"Boom!"

A golden Sword Qi, not much weaker than the purple one, suddenly erupted, positioning itself in front of Ling Fan, fiercely colliding with the middle-aged man's attack.

In the instant the attack was repelled, the figure was also knocked back, albeit slightly weaker than the middle-aged man.

"Aoma, how did you end up here?" Ling Fan couldn't help but inquire, looking at the man retreating with his body gleaming with golden light.

Aoma, of the Golden Wolf King lineage within the Dark Wolf Clan, had become friends with Ling Fan during his time founding the Hell Idlers and traveling the world.

It was also from Aoma that he had learned about the presence of the Purple Wing Lineage within the Dark Wolf Clan.

The true lineage of the Dark Wolf Clan was actually that of the Golden Wolf Clan.

However, over time, the Purple Wing Lineage found the Holy Fruit of the Dark Wolf Clan, and their power surged, ultimately suppressing the legitimate Golden Wolf Lineage.

For centuries, the two lineages had been ceaselessly fighting for the right to be the legitimate leaders, striving to unite the Dark Wolf Clan.

"Aoma, I knew you'd be coveting the ripening of this era's Holy Fruit. Did you really think I came here to avenge my godson by killing Ling Beiming?" the middle-aged man taunted with a sneer.

Aoma, gripping his golden War Saber, suddenly changed his expression. He had been outwitted!

"Hehe, trying to draw you out wasn't easy. It seems only the ploy with Ling Beiming proved truly effective," the middle-aged man chuckled sinisterly.

"Lei Zhe, you actually planted a spy by my side?" Aoma's face darkened with unpleasantness.

The relationship between him and Ling Fan was a secret known by very few in this world, mainly just a handful of core members within the Golden Wolf Clan.

And yet, Lei Zhe before him knew his secret, revealing an undeniable presence of a traitor amid his ranks.

Spying and planting agents in each other's ranks was not something unusual between the two lineages—Aoma had his own informants within the Purple Wing Lineage as well.

How else could he have known about the location and ripening of this era's Holy Fruit of the Dark Wolf Clan?

But this was the first time a traitor managed to infiltrate so deeply into the core layer of his side.

"Damn it!" Aoma cursed, feeling a sense of humiliation.

As the leader of the Golden Wolf lineage, he felt like an utter failure!

"Hahaha, Aoma, aren't you feeling extremely furious right now, yet unable to vent it anywhere?" Lei Zhe laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the moment.

"Ling Beiming, I am extremely grateful to you. You have earned great merit for our Purple Wing Lineage today. Once we kill Aoma, the unification of the Dark Wolf Clan under the Purple Wing Lineage will be within reach!" Lei Zhe looked at Ling Fan and laughed triumphantly.

Ling Fan's complexion was equally grim, realizing he had inadvertently become a pawn, dragging Aoma into this mess!

"Old pal, I'm sorry for dragging you into this!" Ling Fan said softly.

"It has nothing to do with you. He thinks he can take us both down today? That's laughable. We haven't teamed up in a long time. How about we teach this guy a lesson together?" Aoma reined in his turbulent emotions and spoke with a calm demeanor.

"Hehe, Aoma, do you really think you two can escape today?" Lei Zhe scoffed coldly.

Immediately, he raised his purple War Saber towards the sky.

Suddenly, countless black spots appeared all around, stretching as far as the eye could see, numbering in the thousands!

Seeing this, Aoma's face abruptly changed, realizing that they had been ambushed by the Purple Wing Lineage!

"Hahaha, Aoma, today my Purple Wing Lineage has prepared a feast for you, with all our elite forces, leaving you no chance to fly away!" Lei Zhe shouted commandingly, exuding an air of absolute confidence.

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