Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

A great fire, ruthlessly raging.

In the cold blizzard, many Mingbei Barbarians had sought warmth inside their tents, but the thick clothing on their bodies now became the best kindling.

Heart-wrenching screams pierced the sky.

"General, run!"

As merciless as fire and water, the sight of soldiers already in complete disarray surrounded General William as he left the main tent with his aides, his heart sunk with despair.

"Run, where to? I hate this!"

The defeat was conclusive!

At such a time, the crucial Snow Wolf Riders were lured away, unable to provide an effective protective circle for those engulfed in flames. General William didn't need to look to know that the Northern Border Warriors were mercilessly reaping every life outside.

Thousands of mistakes, but whose fault was it?

If only he had 300,000 Mingbei warriors, he, William, would have long led an attack south of the Gesang River.

Alas, in the end, he alone had to bear all the blame.

"Charlie, you go surrender."

"Xuanyuan Nation has never killed captives, maybe one day, you might return to the Mingbei land."

General William pulled out a cigar, his expression one of profound dejection.

This campaign was like a huge joke to him, as his greatest support was stripped away time after time. Without enough soldiers, how could he fight a national war?

"The general must be joking. As a deputy, how can I abandon my commander and surrender?"

"For the glory of Mingbei!"

Deputy Charlie drew his sword from his waist. He had killed many with this Western foil, and now, it seemed, it was his turn to repay.

This battle was truly a bitter pill to swallow!

Charlie truly felt that General William did not deserve this, not in the least. The youngest three-star general in the history of the Mingbei Empire, William had commanded thirty-nine battles in the West, with only four ending in defeat.

He was the most eligible to become Military Commander, yet he had never imagined to end his career in such a stifling way.

"For the glory of Mingbei!"

General William likewise drew his longsword.

"Kill!"

"If you don't want to die kneeling, if you don't want to be looked down on by the enemy, then bring out your courage, pick up your weapons, and kill the enemy with me!"

In the midst of the battle, there was a will to live, as well as a fighting spirit forced out by desperation.

More and more Mingbei soldiers who escaped the inferno picked up weapons and joined General William's ranks.

"Order the Third Legion to take a detour at full speed to the vicinity of the Great Snow Mountain, coordinate with the three great legions to encircle and annihilate the Snow Wolf Riders, leave no one alive."

Outside the sea of flames, Ye Feng watched everything inside with cold detachment.

War has no room for mercy.

Surrenderers were not to be killed, but those who resisted were shown no mercy. Yet Ye Feng did not intend to abide by this rule when dealing with the Snow Wolf Riders; he would never forget the scene of the wolves heartlessly gnawing on the corpses of Northern Border Warriors.

"Command the Fifth Legion, to finish this war within two hours."

The fire's effect was a slight surprise to Ye Feng.

What surprised him even more was that there were not as many Mingbei Barbarians in the camp as he had expected. Their number and scale of troops were inferior to those who had confronted him at the Great Snow Mountain years ago.

Such few people, who gave them the courage to seek vengeance?

Damn it!

Annoyed at all the effort he put into so many days of preparations, watching the weather, calculating human nature, trying to wear down the enemy—if he had known there were so few, bringing all Five Great Legions could have crushed them in one fell swoop.

Inside the sea of flames, Mingbei warriors were still resisting, but Ye Feng had already departed.

The tens of thousands hastily assembled inside were nothing but remnants of a defeated army. If Qin He couldn't handle this, then it was a waste of all the years he had followed Ye Feng.

...

In the same blizzard, hundreds of miles away from the Gesang River, a large Mingbei camp was finally welcoming the person they had been waiting for.

Blood Demon Covering Nine Heavens!

King Hua was right; all the residents around had been evacuated. Blood Demon liked to go where there were many people to kill, and indeed, this army of some 400,000 had successfully lured him in.

In the wind and snow, Gai Jiutian's figure stood aloft.

Red hair, red eyes, and a bright red greatsword— if there was any difference between Gai Jiutian now and five days ago, it was the absence of the Blood Qi swirling around him, and his features seemed clearer, more 'humanized' than before.

In less than a moment, one figure after another rose into the air and surrounded Gai Jiutian.

These figures, who could stand proud in the air, were indeed Divine Path Experts. Looking around, there were no fewer than twenty, including three Shaman Pharaohs holding golden staffs.

Furthermore, there was King Hua Zamobai, Pine King Bruno, Bear King Luli, Snow Wolf King Bibixi, Silver Fox King Don Quixote, General of the Royal Court William XII, Ascetic Monk Jue...

Many of the famous top-level experts of Mingbei were gathered here now, and except for King Kui who wasn't adept at fighting, the other two Plant System Druid Kings had arrived, and as for the Animal System Druid Kings, four had appeared.

Kill! One by one.

Without any hesitation, the three Golden Staff Pharaohs took the initiative to attack, and rings of golden light closed in around Gai Jiutian.

The Confinement Domain!

The Slowing Domain!

The Gravity Domain!

Three different domains overlapped in an instant.

Yet, Gai Jiutian's figure remained completely still, watching the three with amusement as they fervently cast their spells, his eyes filled with mockery.

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"Are you waiting to be devoured by me?"

Finally, Gai Jiutian spoke.

But his words caused the scalps of everyone present to tingle, as if they saw a bloodthirsty demon opening its boundless gaping maw.

And this was not an illusion. As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, the Blood Qi emanating from him quickly turned the surrounding sky red.

"A bunch of ants that don't know the extent of their own strength."

"A feast of slaughter!"

One after another, blood-red figures coalesced out of thin air before the crowd. There were a total of twenty-three Divine Path Experts in the heavens, and now, twenty-three blood figures stood before them.

Divine Skills!

The ultimate level of the Divine Path is Divine Skills, the things beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Mysterious and unfathomable, they were indeed Divine Skills.

Feng Yuan was absolutely right. Even if one was at the Divine Ability Realm, how could they stand against the present Ye Feng? At that time, she had a vague feeling that Ye Feng was far from reaching his limit.

And now, with just a casual display of twenty-three Blood Shadows, his aura was not the least bit weaker than that of a Divine Ability Realm powerhouse like King Hua. Then Ye Feng himself—

How strong could he be?

Without even fighting, the ground was cold. There were quite a few Divine Path experts, but they ultimately had lower Cultivation Levels and didn't dare to compete with their seniors. Looking up at that proud demonic shadow, fear inevitably arose in their hearts.

"Don't be fooled by him, he's not that strong."

"Domain of Courage!"

Poseci roared, and his magic wand once again released a halo.

This battle against the demon could not afford retreat. If the demon didn't die, then all of them here would perish.

If they failed, then most of Mingbei would be on the path to doom.

"Poseci is right, let's all take action together."

The Snow Fox King took the lead in launching an attack. His white claws tore through the sky as he pounced towards the Blood Shadow in front.

In an instant, everyone began to attack. Some Blood Shadows grew small trees from their bodies; some, for some unknown reason, fell as if struck by a heavy blow, while others spoke words identical to those of their opponents.

"Die!"

Before the Snow Fox King could tear his enemy apart, a dazzling blood light eerily arrived in front of him.

Does shouting joyfully help?

Facing danger, the Snow Fox King immediately transformed into his Divine Path Body, his seven massive tails propped up a dazzling white light screen in front of him. Alas, the blood light easily sliced through his defensive screen and descended upon him.

A ray of sword light split the Snow Fox King in two.

Ye Feng smiled coldly and swung his sword at another person. What did it matter if there were a hundred more? They would still only become his feast.

All of them great nourishment!

This time, the sword light was aimed at the Shaman Pharaoh, Poseci.

"Guardian light of nature, Spear of Life!"

Seeing the sword light flying towards him, with the precedent of the Snow Fox King, Poseci quickly retreated and chanted a string of spells.

A green spear slowly gathered from his magic wand.

"Kill!"

In a moment, Poseci advanced instead of retreating, wielding his magic wand and driving the spear towards the sword light.

Bang! One by one—

A powerful storm suddenly blew everyone within a ten-meter radius apart, with Poseci trembling at the corners of his mouth, struggling against the sword light in front of him.

"Go!"

The Blood Shadows merged into the blood light without hesitation.

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The magic wand in his hand could no longer hold and was cut in half.

Poseci's face was the epitome of despair. The power of the Blood Demon was already far beyond them. The calamity of three hundred years ago was about to repeat itself.

If the Blood Demon took only one strike to deal with the Snow Fox King, then dealing with Poseci would undoubtedly take only two.

Until Poseci's body also fell, the people came to a shocking realization that they could not kill the Blood Demon with their strength alone.

"Run!"

It was unclear which powerhouse shouted first, but they were not just contending with immortal Blood Shadows—there was also a terrifying Blood Demon at play, killing at will.

How could the battle continue?

With the first leading the way, suddenly there was a second. Roughly a dozen powerhouses turned and scattered in all directions.

"Bastards!"

William XII roared with irrepressible fury.

These deserters, they deserved death! Just a short battle and a dozen had already fled, not to mention the impact on morale, but what about the four hundred thousand people below?

"Become my servant, and I won't kill you."

In a moment of trance, Ye Feng appeared before William XII.

"I..."

Before William XII could utter a word of refusal, Ye Feng's right hand easily pierced through his chest, crushing his heart in an instant as he said coldly,

"You don't have a say."

Another powerhouse had fallen.

William XII's eyes gradually dimmed, but that wasn't the end. Once his gaze completely faded, it eerily opened again—already turned a blood-red color.