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

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We must make it in time!

Above the Utility Pavilion, the Grand Sect Leader, having entered the Star Chessboard, had already lost perception of the outside world. Fortunately, during the previous exchange of swords, he had managed to send a message. As for whether Ye Feng could save his own life,

Let’s leave it to fate!

At this moment, the Grand Sect Leader’s entire mind and spirit were immersed in the chessboard. Although he seemed motionless, the killing intent inside raged like a torrent. No matter which step the shadow in his eyes took, it would encounter a variety of different enemies: Ancient Savage Beasts, Purgatory Evil Ghosts, Celestial Fairies, and even a Heart Demon identical to himself.

In contrast, Chess Daoist Qisheng was sitting cross-legged within the chessboard, continuously moving his hands through the void, adjusting and shifting the pieces. A fine sweat was evident on his forehead.

"Eternal Spear!"

On another battlefield, the Second Sect Leader’s figure passed through the body of Master Bai Yun.

There were no wounds, not a drop of blood, but the life force of Yun Tiange was dissipating steadily. Why could he find his true self?

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The clouds of this world pass by swiftly like a white horse flashing past a gap. Everything is but an illusion.

Standing among the clouds, Yun Tiange’s invincible essence was also like the clouds in the sky. All techniques, whether lethal or illusory, hid his body. If the true body wasn’t destroyed, killing thousands upon thousands of illusions would be in vain.

Yet, the Second Sect Leader had found his true body and made that fatal thrust.

As Yun Tiange fell to the ground, he saw what seemed to be a Great Seal in the sky and let out a self-deprecating laugh. In the end, who was trapped in whose game?

"King!"

An assassination came to an end, and the fifteen subordinates of Ye Feng stood before him without a single one missing.

"Good!"

After a glance, Ye Feng knew that these men were not badly injured, except for Xiao Chuanqi, who looked a bit pale. He nodded to himself, silently praising Xiao Chuanqi.

What a Xiao Chuanqi!

In the previous assassination group, two Martial Kings had blended in. Had it not been for Xiao Chuanqi, who produced two Sword Spirits and fought one against two without falling behind, how could these fifteen men have stood before him unscathed?

"Let’s continue on our way!"

Ye Feng waved his hand, ready to move on.

Ahead of the road, another group hurriedly approached, dressed in dark combat clothes and with stern expressions. The newcomers were not many, about less than fifty, but these people—

"Who is causing trouble again?"

The man leading the group shouted angrily. The speaker, a man in a General’s Robe, had a longer face and his gaze was commanding even without displaying anger.

In the Imperial Capital, the only group that could still "roam freely" while carrying weapons, is the Imperial Capital Guards.

The Imperial Guards, numbering fifty thousand, have always been the unshakable golden signboard of the Imperial Capital, contributing greatly to the peace of the capital and wielding vast power.

"General, we are people of the Northern Border King."

Leng Wuming stepped forward to introduce themselves.

"I don’t care where you’re from. Dare to cause trouble in the Imperial Capital, seize them!"

At the command, both sides instantly drew their blades.

"I am Ye Feng, holding the Northern Border King’s Order. Who dares to make a move?"

Ye Feng took a step forward, his expression extremely cold, and in his hand, the Golden Dragon Token that symbolized the authority of the Northern Border King gleamed.

"Seize them!"

To everyone’s surprise, the general merely glanced at it and maintained his stance. @@novelbin@@

"Kill!"

Ye Feng immediately gave the order.

The battle erupted again with Ye Feng being the first to act. He stepped forward to the general, his golden fist smashing down towards the man’s face.

Following Ye Feng, three others quickly joined in.

Imperial Guards, so what?

To people like Xiao Chuanqi, they would only follow Ye Feng’s commands. These people, without asking right from wrong, sought to seize them. If they were not arrogant, they had ulterior motives.

No matter which, daring to strike at the King.

Kill!

In an instant, several were slain by Xiao Chuanqi and the others, and the general, struck down by Ye Feng’s punch, struggled for a while before lying motionless on the ground.

One against three!

Victory was a foregone conclusion. To Ye Feng and his men, it was practically a massacre. The Imperial Guards might’ve been strong, all Grandmasters at that, but without a Martial King among them, how could they stand against the likes of Xiao Chuanqi?

The fight lasted less than three minutes, and dozens more bodies were strewn across the ground.

"Pah, nothing but a bunch of pampered wretches."

Perhaps still angry, Sima Zhantian spat on the ground towards the corpses.

Ye Feng frowned at the sight but said nothing. His instincts told him that the matter was not so simple, because those Imperial Guards on the ground—

were real!

"What did you just say?"

Suddenly, a lofty figure approached them, his sharp eyes staring intently at Sima Zhantian.

Another one?

Sima Zhantian, stubborn as always, was provoked again. To attack the Northern King one after another, is the Imperial Capital even more dangerous than the Sacred Capital of Mingbei?

Sima Zhantian spoke without backing down:

"I said they are all wretches."

His words were clear and struck hard.

"Good, very good. It’s been many years since I’ve seen anyone dare to insult our Imperial Guards like this."

The newcomer’s presence exploded in that moment, and everyone felt a heaviness in their chests as breathing became difficult.

Very strong!

Ye Feng exuded golden light, sensing that compared to Tao Ming, this person was much stronger, perhaps even higher in realm. It was strange, though, that this person had no intent to kill him.

His intent to kill was focused on Sima Zhantian.

"Remember, the man who kills you, National Guardian General, Zhang Zhen."

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Zhang Zhen raised his palm and furiously smacked it towards the top of Sima Zhantian’s head.

"No!"

Ye Feng roared in his heart, but his movements were too slow.

A burst of fire suddenly ignited in front of Zhang Zhen, its terrifying heat seemingly capable of burning through the void, leaving him utterly shocked.

Zhang Zhen had no choice but to retreat, and the pressure he was exerting on everyone immediately eased.

"Zhang Zhen, if you dare to kill him, one day I will surely kill you."

Ye Feng said, his eyes red with fury.

If Feng Yuan had not intervened this time, Sima Zhantian’s death would have been certain. What was even more infuriating was that he was powerless to rescue him.

"Ye Feng, the General sent me here to save you, but no matter what problems the Northern Border King has encountered, do you think the people of the Imperial Guards are yours to kill?"

Zhang Zhen rebuked angrily.

"Does General Zhang really think we should just allow the Imperial Guards to slaughter us?"

Xiao Chuanqi also asked with red eyes.

It was so close, just a hair’s breadth away, and Sima Zhantian would have been dead, not at the Northern Border, not at the hands of enemies, but by "one of our own."

This!

Zhang Zhen suddenly came to his senses, realizing he had lost his temper. The situation surely wasn’t that simple, but still, the dead were members of the Imperial Guards.

"Regarding this matter, I will report it to the General. The dignity of the Imperial Capital Guards must not be violated by anyone."

The Imperial Capital Guards, guarding such a huge capital city, were a statement of its authority; if that was lost,

how could they talk about suppressing the Imperial Capital thereafter?

Everything Zhang Zhen considered was from his own perspective. His desire to kill Sima Zhantian hadn’t dissipated.

"Good, very good, what an Imperial Guard."

"Zhang Zhen, you should understand why I came to the capital this time. I have also made it clear to all of you, whoever dares to touch my people, watch if I dare to level the Imperial Capital."

His words sent a ripple of excitement through everyone’s mind and spirit.

"You dare?"

Zhang Zhen asked, squinting his eyes, truly startled by Ye Feng’s words.

"It seems General Zhang doesn’t believe it. Three hundred thousand Northern Border men are stationed just outside the suburbs. Do you think I dare not?"

"Open fire!"

In the Outer Capital Suburbs, all 804 cannons, which had been prepared in advance, launched one after another special shell into the sky.

This time, there was no target, and only pure smoke shells were used.

Yet the deafening noise still spread throughout the entire Imperial Capital. Countless people looked at the dense plumes in the sky, thoroughly shaken, for today was not a day for celebration.

The unwarranted sound of cannon fire seemed to startle all birds in their nests into alarm.

Above the Utility Pavilion, the Grand Sect Leader heard the 804 cannon shots and quietly sighed to himself, while at General’s Mansion, Duan Tianzhao looked up at the sky with a worried expression.

Dare or not?

The answer was, of course, "dare." Three hundred thousand troops had arrived unseen and unheard; Ye Feng was clearly preparing for a reckoning, no matter the cost.

"Ye Feng!"

Zhang Zhen uttered the two words heavily, his breathing labored.

"Are you done talking?"

The fire flared up, and Feng Yuan appeared before everyone. She brushed her hair aside, then, using a move that was incomprehensible to the observers, she sent the stupidly grinning Sima Zhantian flying with one punch.

Embarrassing yourself and still finding it funny?

"Who are you?"

Zhang Zhen suddenly became extremely cautious.

No wonder Ye Feng was unharmed; he had been hiding such a profoundly mysterious and powerful figure by his side.

"I don’t need to answer your question."

"Madam here only wants to tell you that my people can only be hit by me."

Two fiery red figures suddenly charged towards Zhang Zhen.

Is this even possible?

Brutal!

The battle between Feng Yuan and Zhang Zhen was about to erupt, and it was as quick as lightning; in less than five breaths, everyone saw Zhang Zhen fall to the ground, followed by a familiar scene.

The once domineering Zhang Zhen was now being grabbed by the hand by Feng Yuan and thrown around against the ground uncontrollably.

Where did the King find these people?

Each of them seemed to like using brute force, and every time it was somehow satisfying!

"Now, do you understand what I am saying?"

After the thrashing, Feng Yuan threw Zhang Zhen heavily to the ground and crossed her arms, asking.

"Understand what?"

Poor Zhang Zhen seemed a bit dazed, asking weakly.

"It seems you still don’t understand."

The two figures moved again, one a kick, the other a hit, burying Zhang Zhen directly into the ground, and then Feng Yuan pulled him out again, asking:

"Do you understand now?"

This time, Zhang Zhen didn’t play the fool, answering deeply and painfully.

Understood!

Another figure rushed from the Sky Horizon, a dusty old man. For some reason, upon seeing this person, Ye Feng felt an inexplicable sense of kinship.

Had someone finally arrived to help him?