Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 463: Snow Drinks the Blade

He had once heard his master say that this ancient castle was a treasure left behind by their family’s ancestors, but as for what secrets lay within, he did not know.

Upon reaching the front hall, Ye Ling and the others all stopped in their tracks, as they all felt an extremely dangerous pressure.

It was as if a terrifyingly ancient beast was lying in wait inside the castle, causing an involuntary shiver down one’s spine.

"Boss, let’s not go in there, shall we?" Ling Feng said with some worry.

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This sense of danger made Ling Feng and the others feel a chill in their hearts.

Ye Ling shook his head, "Since we’re here, let’s go in and take a look! If there’s nothing inside this castle, we can leave, but if not, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?"

Ye Ling did not believe that there was only one treasure inside the castle; perhaps there were others.

Hearing what Ye Ling said, Ling Feng and the others nodded in agreement, albeit with reservations about what exactly might be inside the castle, but they surmised it must be something precious.

After all, this was a castle owned by the Chevaliers, and whatever was inside had to be valuable!

With that thought, Ling Feng and the others stepped into the castle.

The interior of the castle was extremely luxurious, with all kinds of decorations that were breathtaking, especially those items on display, which were invaluable, not to mention the jade carvings that were also worth a fortune.

As they entered the castle, Ye Ling and the rest were completely dumbfounded, as they saw hundreds of jade statues placed ahead of them.

All these jades were crystal clear, exuding a warm glow, and in front of each statue stood a long sword.

The swords were all emerald green, with blades as sharp as knife edges and bitterly cold, and the luster on them was like that of jade, emitting a dim light.

Moreover, Ye Ling noticed that each of these jade carvings was unique. Some were carved like tigers roaring and lions roaring, like dragons singing and phoenixes calling; some like Jiaolong soaring, some like fierce birds taking flight, and others like eagles spreading their wings...

Each piece of jade was lifelike and exuded a strong spiritual presence, tempting to the heart.

"Boss, these jades were all brought in by that Chevalier guy from the outside, each one is not cheap!"

Looking at everything in front of him, Ling Feng couldn’t help but swallow his saliva and excitedly said.

Ye Ling gestured grandly and directly collected these items into the Qiankun Ring, remembering that at the auction day, several invaluable treasures had fallen into his hands.

However, as precious as these jades were, they were not everything.

What caught Ye Ling’s attention was the huge altar placed in the center of the ancient castle; the altar was a reddish-gold color, giving off a very magical feeling.

The patterns on it were intricate and complicated, signaling mysteries beyond comprehension.

On the altar was a white table, and on the table lay a broadsword.

The broadsword was snow-white like frost, with sheath carved with two lifelike golden dragons, which looked fierce and terrifying, instilling fear in the beholder.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a hint of delight, as he reached out and grabbed it directly into his hand. At that moment, Ye Ling only felt a coldness, as if holding a piece of eternal ice, and his whole body instantly stiffened.

At the same time, Ye Ling felt his Spiritual Energy being drawn out bit by bit towards the hilt, as if a ravenous beast had encountered a water source, voraciously devouring Ye Ling’s energy.

Moreover, this power spread swiftly along the hilt, enveloping Ye Ling in an instant.

And those strands of bone-chilling cold were also crazily burrowing into Ye Ling’s body through his arm, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

"What’s happening!" Ye Ling exclaimed in his mind.

He could feel the power of ice coldness eroding his blood and meridians inside his body, frenziedly attacking.

The icy sensation was like being stabbed by needles, piercing to the bone.

Not only that, but the cold sensation even made Ye Ling feel dizzy and disoriented.

This wave of cold power, like a deluge, ceaselessly assaulted Ye Ling’s meridians and bones, leaving Ye Ling in unbearable pain.

This sudden onslaught of terrifying energy caught Ye Ling completely off guard.

He had never anticipated that such a situation could happen to him, and the strength of this power was overwhelming, leaving him with no means of defense.

Ye Ling was terrified, his face pale and his sweat pouring down his forehead as he hurriedly circulated his demonic flame in an attempt to resist the freezing current.

But the freezing current was too strong. Even with Ye Ling’s talent for cultivation, he still couldn’t contend with it, and the blood in his body quickly began to freeze.

The blood vessels on his skin surface protruded one by one, his veins exposed and a layer of blood-red color surfaced on his skin.

"Puff puff!"

Immediately afterward, mouthfuls of blood mist erupted from inside Ye Ling’s body, freezing in midair and slowly drifting as puffs of white fog.

Ye Ling gritted his teeth and glared around, the freezing current ravaging his whole body.

If this continued, it wouldn’t be long before Ye Ling would die due to the inability to withstand this immense pressure.

Just then, a beam of light filled with the breath of green life shone on Ye Ling; the Heavenly Dao Tree had made its move!

After feeling the green light, Ye Ling’s body trembled slightly, a comfortable sensation spreading throughout his body, and his injuries rapidly began to heal.

Moreover, the freezing current was driven to one side, making Ye Ling feel much more comfortable.

"Boss, are you alright?" Aguzha, Gao Quan, and others also rushed over, asking with concern.

"I’m fine!"

Ye Ling shook his head, took a deep breath, and with eyes filled with fervor, he looked at the snow-white broadsword in front of him.

On the hilt were three characters: "Xue Yin Ren!"

That’s right, the name of this blade was Xue Yin Ren, Snow Drinking Blade!

The Snow Drinking Blade was entirely snow-white, with the character "Ren" carved on the handle. All over the blade, a chilling aura of slaughter emanated, as if it was about to choose someone to devour.

Ye Ling’s heart hammered fiercely a few times, the aura of slaughter made him feel an immense danger, as though he might fail at any second.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trepidation in his heart, his pupils narrowed, and then he slowly walked towards the Snow Drinking Blade.