Super War God in the City

Deep in the back mountains, a white shadow flashed by at extreme speed.

"Arrogant brat, I let you escape by luck back then, but today you won't leave this place alive!" As the voice fell, a figure swept across the sky and landed in the courtyard.

The crowd fixed their eyes, and it was indeed Murong Zun from the Murong family's seclusion in the back mountain. With a golden long knife on his back, his hair stood on end as he glared at Xiao Lou.

Upon seeing Murong Zun appear, Xiao Lou immediately sheathed his heavy sword, then cupped his fists and bowed, "Greetings to my father-in-law, may today be the day you grant me and Susu's union!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Zun's beard and hair bristled with rage as he pointed at Xiao Lou and shouted angrily, "Nonsense, who the hell is your father-in-law, you shameless dog. You think you're worthy of my daughter? Prepare to die!"

Murong Zun charged over like his sword could sever the waters, unable to repress the fury in his heart at the sight of this man from the Secular World, a mere ant, who had turned his daughter against him for two decades.

Susu's mother, too, had spent her days in endless sorrow and had passed away years ago, still ill. Murong Zun's hatred for Xiao Lou was so deep, not even the waters of the Three Rivers and Five Lakes could wash it away!

Xiao Lou drew his sword to meet him, and soon the two were locked in combat.

"Father, how are you?" The young man quickly ran to Murong Bai's side.

"Cough, cough, it's unbelievable after twenty years!" Murong Bai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes round with tension as he watched the two figures intertwined in battle.

The beautiful woman also came to Murong Bai's side and said with concern, "You're hurt!"

"It's nothing, I won't die!" Murong Bai reassured his wife Gu Jie, but his eyes never left the figures in the battlefield.

"Father, can Grandfather defeat that man?" Murong Qi, the son, asked nervously.

Murong Bai fell silent for a moment then said in a deep voice, "He certainly can!"

"Father-in-law, it's been twenty years, why must you be so obstinately misguided, insisting on separating a pair of lovers!" came Xiao Lou's restrained questioning from the midst of battle.

"Hmph, an ant will always be an ant. Even if your Cultivation has Entered the Saint Realm, how can it change your lowly origin?!

Let me tell you this, you might as well give up hope. Even if my daughter shaves her head to become a nun and lives in solitude for the rest of her life, I will not let her be with you!" Murong Zun roared repeatedly.

As Murong Zun spoke, he was secretly shocked in his heart. That youngster, whom he had ordered to be killed and who had rolled down a cliff, he thought had died, yet here he was alive and had become so formidable.

Still, even so, he would not consent to their marriage. If it had been twenty years earlier, perhaps he might have considered it.

His wife had died in depression because of this, and father and daughter had become estranged. The once joyful family no longer existed, and the only way to quell this hatred was to tear the man before him to ten thousand pieces.

"Bastard, you destroyed the happiness of my Murong Zun family; if I don't tear you to pieces today, my grudge will not be settled! Prepare to die!" Murong Zun exploded in a shout as he furiously waved the golden furious saber in his hand.

The energy fluctuations from the two fighting spilled Gang Qi luminance, leaving the buildings in the courtyard riddled with holes.

"Brother Qin, Senior Xiao is going to lose!" the girl said with a furrowed brow and anxiety.

The young man looked up and saw that in the midst of the battle, the red glow was being suppressed by the golden glow, retreating step by step.

"Grandfather is winning!" Murong Qi exclaimed with excitement.

Murong Bai also silently breathed a sigh of relief, and the entire clan watching wiped their cold sweat. Although the Murong Clan was of the Five Peaks Noble Houses, they were strong on the outside yet weak on the inside, with Murong Zun being the only formidable one.

After so many years of inheritance and Earth's Spiritual Energy weakening, it was becoming increasingly difficult to cultivate a warrior at the Martial Saint Level.

The other Five Peaks Noble Houses were in the same situation, though their circumstances were somewhat better than the Murong family's. Murong Zun had originally planned to marry his youngest daughter to one of the other Five Peaks Noble Houses, which would somewhat prolong the Murong family's status among the Five Peaks with the marital alliance!

But contrary to his wishes, a stinking fisherman from the Secular World had completely ruined all his plans.

Murong Zun always stood on the side of his family's greater interests. As a child born into a royal family, marriage was no trifling matter.

Because of Xiao Lou, the Murong Family could very well hasten its decline by a hundred years. How could he not harbor hatred in his heart? To him, this was tantamount to eroding the foundation of the Murong Family!

"Murong Zun, don't push me, Susu and I truly love each other. Why be so heartless? She is your daughter, are you willing to watch her suffer for the rest of her life? Are you still a father?" Xiao Lou swung his heavy sword, unleashing streaks of blood-colored sword light to defend against the attacks, though somewhat overpowered.

Upon hearing this, Murong Zun's face turned red with anger, "Hmph, not only will I pressure you, but I will also kill you. Only with your death will everything truly end!

And listen carefully, some loves are not meant for you to possess. Ants should have the self-awareness of ants. A jackdaw aspiring to match a phoenix is nothing but delusional wishful thinking!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Murong Zun's golden sword light slashed down, sending Xiao Lou flying.

"Pfft!"

Xiao Lou's figure landed next to a young couple, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. His long, blood-red hair whipped wildly in the air as he knelt on one knee, swords in hand.

"Today, you will undoubtedly die!" Murong Zun's robes fluttered, his eyes full of murderous intent. He flipped his golden knife in his hand, preparing to unleash a powerful move.

"Whoosh~"

Xiao Lou looked up, his gaze suddenly indifferent, "Murong Zun, you have forced my hand. Today I must see Susu and take her away with me, not even a god can stop me!"

"Pah, such big talk. Today, I will leave your corpse behind!" Murong Zun coldly retorted.

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Xiao Lou spoke faintly, and his black pupils instantly filled with a bloody hue, flickering with a sinister red glow. At the same time, the heavy sword in his hand radiated a red brilliance.

"Swoosh!"

A blood river tens of meters long condensed above Xiao Lou's head, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded!

"That... That is..."

The spectators pointed at the blood river spanning the sky above them, faces filled with shock, as if the river of blood could spill down at any moment.

Murong Qi's eyes bulged, his face also covered in horror.

Gu Jie's expression was solemn, "What is this?"

"This is... Divine Skills, the condensation of a blood river with divine skills. No wonder his cultivation soared in just twenty years, stepping up from an ant of the Secular World to the Martial Saint Realm. So he had used some kind of secret technique?" Murong Bai murmured.

"How... How many people had to be killed for this?" Murong Qi exclaimed in shock.

Murong Bai shook his head, "This is not human blood; there are no grudges of Ren Hun within it. It must be beast blood!"

The girl at the entrance of the courtyard covered her mouth, her complexion turning pale as she looked at the blood river above her. Only when she heard that the river was not made of human blood, but beast blood, did her face color improve slightly.

But the eerie red pupils of the man not far away still gave her a terrifyingly tremulous feeling.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to cultivate such a wicked technique. No wonder your cultivation progressed so quickly. Well, today, I have even more reason to not let you go!" Murong Zun shouted coldly, lifting his golden knife and charging forward again.

At the same time, a golden blade curtain, as expansive as to blot out the sun, loomed over Xiao Lou, "Bring out your strongest strike; I will ensure you die utterly convinced!"