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

One committed suicide, and only one man with an ashen face remained. With a flash of inspiration, he kicked the corpse toward Ye Feng and, without looking back, fled into the depths of the small grove. He knew he could never win in a fight, and he didn’t have the courage to kill himself either.

His only option was to flee!

As for whether he could escape or not, he’d worry about that after he had gotten away.

"Go ahead, try to escape."

Ye Feng’s lips curled with a cruel smile. He didn’t give chase, but simply watched the corpse on the ground quietly, then suddenly reached down and tore off their masks.

A bunch of cowardly fools!

There’s a saying that one might evade the first day, but what about the fifteenth?

Allowing one or two of them to get away was exactly Ye Feng’s intention from the start. Killing them all would certainly be satisfying, but it was more important to follow the trail back to its source. What he feared wasn’t that they would escape but that they were all Death Servants.

However, just as Ye Feng was about to return, a figure suddenly came hurtling from the depths of the grove. At first glance, it was the swordsman who had just fled.

And he brought bigger trouble!

Ye Feng’s pupils suddenly constricted. The swordsman’s head was pitched forward, his body stretched out flat—it was clear someone had thrown him back. His eyes were wide open with terror, or perhaps pleading, yet not a sound was heard.

Dead!

Without a shred of pity, Ye Feng reached out with his right hand, grabbed the swordsman’s head, and then slammed it violently into the ground.

The skull shattered, and a Martial King died pitifully on the spot.

"This is getting interesting."

Just as Ye Feng was about to stand up, a light voice suddenly came from his right, followed by a fist radiating blue light that incredibly struck at his head without any reason.

One punch could be fatal!

Thankfully, the Glazed Light Armor he wore split apart suddenly, and converged in front of Ye Feng’s right forehead, forming a glittering golden shield.

Bang! One by One

With just one punch, Ye Feng’s body was sent flying to the ground, dragging along the grove floor leaving a trail like a plow had passed.

"Martial King!"

Leng Wuming cleaved the last assassin in two and rushed desperately toward Ye Feng.

"Don’t come any closer."

It was both a plea and a command!

Ye Feng suddenly leaped up, his right forehead bleeding, staring intensely at the one who had just attacked him. Very powerful!

Just doesn’t know, which realm of Divine Path does this person belong to?

"Still not dead."

"Ye Feng, have you ever entered the Divine Path Realm?"

The newcomer was a burly man. His face was square, and he wore only a thin, tattered cotton garment. His muscular arms were exposed, looking extraordinarily robust and powerful.

Clearly, the burly man mistook the shield that had just blocked his attack as a Divine Path Object belonging to Ye Feng because there was no other reasonable explanation for how a Martial King could withstand his full-powered strike.

The Divine Path, the world was full of a wide variety of strange and peculiar Divine Path Objects.

And a strong man who had once reached the Divine Path Realm, even if he later fell from that realm, his Divine Path Object would not disappear as a result.

"If you came here to kill me, asking such a question is meaningless. But I wonder if someone like you would also wear a human skin mask?"

Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, speaking scornfully.

Not until he was hurt did he realize his mysterious healing ability had become even stronger than before. His right skull, which had been smashed, had mostly healed already.

What in the world was going on?

There was a condition inside Ye Feng’s body that was different from other martial artists; he frowned deeply, realizing that his level of Qi Force seemed to be perpetually stuck at the Peak Martial King level.

Inside the Utility Pavilion, the Grand Sect Leader looking up at the sky suddenly felt a disturbance in his mind and spirit. His expression turned cold, and he immediately swung his sword toward the heavens.

With one stroke of the sword, all was silent, and then it seemed as though something had cracked in the sky.

"Rest assured, I am indeed me, Loose Cultivator Tao Ming."

"Every man for himself and the Devil take the hindmost. As a loose cultivator like me, struggling to survive in the crevices, there’s nothing I can’t do. Ye Feng, I’ve got no personal grudge against you, but you’re to blame for making too many enemies and for having a head so valuable."

These words reached the Grand Sect Leader of the Utility Pavilion without alteration.

The leader of the Utility Pavilion was furious, roaring, "Second brother, you slothful bastard, what are you waiting for? Your disciple’s life is in danger right now!"

With sword in hand, the Grand Sect Leader shot into the sky like a meteor.

What a Loose Cultivator Tao Ming!

What a deadly move!

Who has blinded my senses?

"Brother Zhao, why the hurry to leave?"

A man dressed in a green Dao robe appeared before the Grand Sect Leader.

"Chess Daoist!"

The Grand Sect Leader looked at the Daoist wearing the Yellow Flower Crown and finally halted. Then, with a dark face he asked:

"Haven’t the Buddhist Sect and the Dao Sect always been neutral?"

That Great Sword, like a giant pagoda, held in the hands of the Grand Sect Leader, continually released golden light, turning the sky into a chessboard patterned with golden lights.

"Of course, we are neutral."

"Brother Zhao, please don’t misunderstand. I am here under the commission of others. It’s just that nothing is harder to repay than a favor, and as beings like us who desire to ascend further, we must be solely focused on our path."

Qisheng, known as Chess Daoist, an elder of the Dao Sect amongst the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, spoke in a voice that seemed ethereal.

Though he appeared to be just in front of you, he was actually situated within the chessboard formation, which is the Sky Edge Sea Pavilion.

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"Oh, someone named Zhao is really curious, who is the person that even you, Qisheng, owe a favor to?"

The Grand Sect Leader instantly regained his composure.

"I cannot say."

Qisheng smiled and shook his head.

"It seems, then, that I have no choice but to experience the great moves of Chess Daoist."

The Grand Sect Leader stood with his sword, looking at what seemed like a giant chessboard, his eyes flickering with the shadows of nine figures.

In the world of chess, one wrong move leads to more mistakes; a single slip could lose the entire game.

This Chess Daoist might not display as much killing power as Master Bai Yun, but in terms of being difficult to deal with and unpredictable, he was definitely above the latter.

Inside the General’s Mansion, right after the Grand Sect Leader drew his sword, a figure had already dashed out rapidly.

Looking at Ye Feng’s situation, after Tao Ming announced his name, he casually approached Ye Feng, without any swift and fierce moves, but the momentum gathering in him was as ferocious as a tsunami.

Yes!

Asking was superfluous anyway; to him, Ye Feng was bound to die regardless.

Within three steps, as if heaven itself were collapsing, Tao Ming was not some purely physical martial artist, but his Divine Path Object was his fist. Each step he took seemed to press an invisible fist momentum upon Ye Feng.

Overhead, it felt like tens of thousands of pounds were bearing down.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and stood erect, his body continuously sinking. Within moments, he had sunk up to his waist. In such a state, not to mention attacking, when Tao Ming actually approached, he could only be slaughtered.

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Is this the method of a Divine Path expert?

Manifesting one’s own Qi Force into the pattern of heaven and earth, striking as if changing the weather, like the hand of a god; this Tao Ming made Ye Feng feel far stronger than Sato Shinichi.

"The third form, Divine Pillar!"

Streams of golden light, substantial in appearance, flowed continuously from within Ye Feng. He cried out through gritted teeth, fighting desperately.

This moment!

Inside Ye Feng’s body, all one hundred and nine acupoints opened up like the floodgates of a dam, with golden vital energy bursting out.

A straight pillar of golden light shot up into the sky.

"The person valued by Old Long is indeed extraordinary."

Within the carriage, Feng Yuan looked thoughtfully at the golden pillar, realizing that the path Ye Feng was taking seemed somewhat different from theirs.

She couldn’t figure out where the difference lay, though.

"That’s right, my Little Martial Uncle will definitely become someone who can protect me in the future."

"Long Nannan is also going!"

Shameless, a high-level expert of the God Gathering Realm picking on a Martial King; it seems her Little Martial Uncle can’t be counted as just a Martial King, but no matter, Feng Yuan thought to wait a bit longer. She couldn’t just stand by as such a justice-loving beautiful girl.

Of course, she couldn’t bear to watch!

"Uncle, have you seen my Transformation Rod?"

Out of nowhere, Long Nannan arrived at Tao Ming’s feet.

"Damn!"

Tao Ming broke out into a cold sweat; he had no idea when this suddenly appearing, unreasonably cute little girl had gotten so close.

Moreover, what on earth is that gleaming gold Magic Wand in your hand?

"Die!"

No matter how cute she was, Tao Ming only had one principle in his mind: strike first. However, he seemed to have forgotten that the confidence of this little girl coming so close to his feet meant something!

"Not cute at all."

Pouting, Long Nannan threw her metal rod into the air, then extended her arms aiming for a hug and grabbed at the fist Tao Ming had swiped down.

This pose didn’t look at all like she was fighting.

In truth, Tao Ming’s blue fist was easily caught by Long Nannan, her little hands perfectly fitting around Tao Ming’s wrist.

"Windmill, spin around!"

Inside the carriage, Feng Yuan touched her forehead, this childlike way of fighting was simply unbearable to watch, it seems the little monster was addicted to pretending to be young.

Come to think of it, had she ever even seen Long Nannan’s true appearance?

Ten meters away, Ye Feng watched this dramatic scene dumbfounded; the golden radiance around him faded, his face as thrilling as could be. Tao Ming, in Long Nannan’s grasp, had no ability to resist at all, just being flung around like a toy.

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Bang! Bang, bang!...

After spinning enough, Long Nannan didn’t seem satisfied; she firmly held onto Tao Ming’s arm and, like swatting flies, smashed him wherever there were rocks.

Brute force!

How terrifying must that brute force be?

Listening to that series of crashing sounds, Ye Feng felt a chill down his spine, telling him to be nicer to Long Nannan no matter what in the future.

On Long Nannan’s body, Ye Feng had never felt the flow of Qi Force, which meant that this seemingly harmless little monster could play with a Divine Path Realm expert with just her brute strength.

"I’m bored now; I’ll leave him to you, Little Martial Uncle."

Grudgingly letting go, Long Nannan kicked the muddy Tao Ming over to Ye Feng.

Why do I have to deal with this?

The guy’s been beaten to death by you, Ye Feng’s eyelid twitched; the little monster was harsh with her hits, and Tao Ming’s bones had evidently been shattered by her unknown techniques. Tao Ming, now lying on the ground, had long since stopped breathing, his bones gone, his internal organs probably vanished even earlier.

Ye Feng gave a helpless smile and stomped him into the ground.

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