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

The battle commenced the moment Ye Feng set foot in the Dongyang Gate.

In the skies above the Utility Pavilion, the Second Sect Leader, wielding a long spear, was locked in a fierce duel with an elder who exuded the aura of a celestial hermit with white brows. The elder, clad in a long robe and stepping upon white clouds, held no weapon in hand. Yet, with the mere flick of his fingers, he managed to neutralize every spear thrust from the Second Sect Leader.

Suddenly, with a wave of his two fingers towards the clouds, a number of white-armored flying generals burst forth, charging fearlessly toward the Second Sect Leader.

These clouds, oscillating between illusion and reality, true and false, made the elder’s techniques vexingly difficult to counter. And the Divine Path Object he wielded was none other than these seemingly ordinary white clouds, untouchable and unreachable by others.

Consequently, the identity of this elderly man clothed in white was about to be revealed. He was the Second Sect Leader of the Sacred Mansion, one of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, Master Bai Yun Yun Tiange.

"White Brows, there’s still time to withdraw."

In contrast to Yun Tiange’s endless array of techniques, the Second Sect Leader’s approach was singular and straightforward, relying solely on a single long spear.

Your armies may be legion, but I shall sweep them aside with one thrust of my spear.

Behold the spear, unmistakably the Black Tiger Golden Lance, seven feet and one inch in length, with a blade three inches wide. The spearhead shaped like a flying tiger, with bladelike wings on either side, exuded a dazzling pale blue glow as if a pair of light wings. In the hands of the Second Sect Leader, every move, every thrust and slash, was accompanied by the roaring sound of tigers. Experience exclusive tales on NovelBin.Côm

This imposing and frightful long spear, full of murderous aura, was the Divine Path Object of the Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong. Even amongst the many experts with Divine Path Objects, its lethality was ranked among the first class.

"You impudent brat, to scare me you’re still twenty thousand years too early."

Such arrogance was simply off the charts!

White Brows remained untroubled, deploying a variety of techniques with ease. Standing amidst the clouds, he was nearly invincible, exuding such confidence and ferocity.

Indeed, even Divine Path Experts could not escape the ravages of time. With today’s technology, the average lifespan of a common person could reach up to a hundred years, while Martial Kings, who were a cut above the rest, could live twice as long without much difficulty.

As for Divine Path Experts, even those who sequestered themselves in hidden realms to eke out an existence could count their lifespan on one hand at best.

Therefore, White Brows’ mention of the "twenty thousand years" was an extreme exaggeration. Even his grandfather’s great-grandfather wasn’t born yet.

"Pah! You old feather duster, living over two hundred years but still merely in the Spirit Division Realm. Since you are so bent on seeking death, let’s see how I put you down."

"Spear Form, Raging Sea Ascending to the Heavens!"

…

Compared to the Second Sect Leader’s battle, the life-and-death decision at the gates of the General’s Mansion was clear and swift. Great General Duantian had only used one blade strike. Without moving, his self-created Sky Splitting Blade Intent had already arrived.

Pity the Tang Sect’s Tang Nuhuo, who had traveled from far to blockade the gate. Just a moment ago he was arrogantly confident, and the next, a bloody line split open at his brow. Without even getting a chance to raise his hammers, he fell down stiff.

"Throw him out."

Duan Tian barely glanced at the corpse on the ground, his brow furrowing slightly. Then, as if he heard something, he turned and went back to his General’s Mansion.

Inside the capital.

After passing through the Dongyang Gate, Ye Feng moved unobstructed, though as he continued, he noticed something odd. Normally, the deeper one ventured into the capital, the busier and noisier it would become. Yet, the further he went, the fewer people he encountered, and the quieter It became.

The route, surely, was correct.

The passengers in the car posed no issue either.

Ye Feng, who was resting with his eyes closed on the second vehicle, suddenly opened his bright eyes, piercing and sharp as a sword.

Excellent!

Those who were meant to come had still come, so let’s see this time, who kills whom.

"Worthy of being the imperial capital of Xuanyuan Nation. Indeed, the saying ’dragons hide and tigers crouch’ does exaggerate, but there are still quite a few who can fight."

On the extended limousine that belonged to Ye Feng, Feng Yuan sat alone in the back with one leg crossed over the other. Her tone carried a hint of surprise, sensing the probing presence of numerous strong individuals in just a short while.

"Sausage Sister, are there any who can beat you?"

Long Nannan asked with her large eyes squinted.

"Of course, there are."

"Miss Long, let me remind you that your grandfather only asked me to protect you, not to clean up your messes. If you cause trouble and someone beats you up, don’t come crying to me."

Feng Yuan knew all too well the mischief brewing in Long Nannan’s thieving eyes. It wasn’t that she feared the locals, but there were traditions to consider.

The small village had its own rules!

"Are you still the closest and dearest Sister Feng I know? How can you say such hurtful things and wound my fragile heart?"

"I’ll take seventy, you thirty. If not, forget it."

Long Nannan’s quick change in tone was truly astonishing.

"No way!"

Feng Yuan crossed her arms and said, establishing that there was room for negotiation as she said "no way" rather than "impossible."

"Fifty-fifty, can’t give any more."

After some thought, Long Nannan conceded reluctantly.

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"You take thirty, I’ll take seventy."

Feng Yuan laid out her conditions.

"Too much, way too much."

"Sausage Sister, if you’re going to be this heartless, don’t blame me for auctioning off your underwear when we get there."

With a single sentence!

Ye Feng was left stunned, and Hong Qingyan wore an incredulous expression. Was this still the well-behaved Long Nannan they knew?

"You wouldn’t dare?"

Feng Yuan snapped angrily, teeth clenched.

As soon as she spoke, she realized it had been unnecessary. With Long Nannan’s fearless nature, there seemed to be nothing she was afraid of.

But Long Nannan had already ignored her words.

"Miss Long, don’t forget you still can’t beat me."

Feng Yuan then said menacingly.

"That’s just for now. Give it five years, and I’ll be able to knock you down and take you away."

Long Nannan countered defiantly.

"That’s a matter for five years from now."

A flash of firelight came close, yet despite Long Nannan’s bullish stance a moment before, as soon as Feng Yuan grabbed her, rendering her immobile, she immediately switched to pleading for mercy.

She couldn’t win.

Five years probably still wouldn’t be enough; she had nearly forgotten that the family training in martial arts were all freaks, with talents not much lesser than her own.

Better to endure for the time being. A wise man does not eat the short-term loss!

The noise inside the car did not carry outside, and on the road, the vehicle continued moving as always, except that upon hearing Ye Feng’s instruction, it slowly decelerated.

Beep beep!

At an intersection, two large trucks aligned and charged towards the convoy where Ye Feng and others were. No matter how much the leading vehicles honked, it was to no avail.

Here they come!

Ye Feng patted Hong Qingyan’s hand and instantly slipped out of the car. With a swift step forward, he appeared at the front of the convoy in a blink.

"Qi Break!"

As Ye Feng’s figure reached the side of the two trucks, a glittering golden fist followed his right arm and blasted out.

Boom!

The two trucks immediately collided with each other and then veered off to the right, crashing into a grove of trees.

"Kill!"

A group of masked people on the grass lifted the turf and lunged forward, swiftly moving to surround Ye Feng.

"Let’s see who kills more."

However, Xiao Chuanqi and the others surely wouldn’t let these people succeed.

Out of the six vehicles, all fifteen people under Ye Feng’s command disembarked and intercepted the masked assailants, drawing their blades with chilling murderous intent.

"Die!"

Just go and kill, no need for questions.

Xiao Chuanqi, Leng Wuming, and Sima Zhantian, the three Martial Kings, were merciless in their attacks. Right upon contact, several bodies had already fallen by their hands.

More were to come!

From within the woods on the other side, the sound of slicing air could be heard as hidden weapons whistled through the air, with six masked people standing on the trees, continuously throwing their weapons at Ye Feng.

"My king, I’ll handle this!"

Before Ye Feng could make a move, Leng Wuming had already arrived, his hands clasping blades in an odd stance.

"Fiery Sun Blade · Scorching Heart!"

Now a Martial King, Leng Wuming displayed a power with this technique far beyond anything previously seen. As the blade thrust forth, countless blades followed, and the incoming hidden weapons were either knocked aside or sliced into scrap metal by the force of his strike.

"Stop!"

A sonorous voice rang out from within the woods.

Ten figures appeared together from the thick of the trees. Their footwork was peculiar, and in an instant, they faced Ye Feng.

Compared to all other masked assailants, these ten wore no masks—eight men and two women, young and old, each with a look of mockery on their faces.

Judging by their aura, they were unmistakably ten Martial Kings!

"Mountain Eagle’s men?"

Ye Feng looked at the two elderly figures in black robes centered before him, his face calm and composed.

"What if we are, what if we’re not?"

"Ye Feng, turn back now, and we can still grant you a way out," said the same black-robed elder speaking again.

"Don’t you think it’s laughable?"

"The other eight, I can guess where they’re from. You two just need to tell me, yes or no?"

Ye Feng glanced deeper into the woods. Too bad, only ten had come.

"I am Mountain Eagle’s Vice Sect Leader, White Face!"

"Black Face!"

The two declared their identities, one after the other.

"The six in the trees, go and kill them."

Ye Feng said nothing further. His Golden Battle Armor flowed out, and he charged towards the ten Martial Kings as fast as lightning.

What did it matter if there were ten? To seek death!

"All together, kill him fast. If we delay, none of us can escape."

Clearly, these ten Martial Kings had no idea what sort of being they were about to confront.

"Open Heaven!"

In an instant, a golden Palm Blade appeared before White Face.

"Block this!"

White Face chuckled grimly, his hands clad in white bracers, thrusting upwards with all his might.

A figure was split in two in a moment.

"Qi Break!"

"Open Heaven!"

...

These same two phrases, like a curse, marked each of Ye Feng’s attacks, which left a Martial King to fall with each move. In less than a minute, only two of the ten Martial Kings remained.

This wasn’t a battle of equal classes!

Why?

The last man and woman, facing Ye Feng, couldn’t help but tremble as they gripped their swords.

Ye Feng’s aura was undoubtedly that of a Martial King, so why was he so powerful, able to execute moves without the slightest break?

"Speak, who sent you?"

Ye Feng walked toward the two survivors with his left fist clenched and right hand forming a Palm Blade.

"Nobody sent us!"

"Haha, Ye Feng, you deserve to die. You and Ning Wuya alike should be dead. So what if you win today? You won’t escape the capital. I, Qiu Hongyan, will wait for you on the Yellow Springs Road," said the older Warrior Queen, rashly drawing her sword to end her own life.