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

After waiting for several minutes without a word from the host on the high platform, Ye Feng couldn't help but look up slightly, smiling and saying, "Host, is it now possible to announce the result? If the result is still undecided, then I am afraid I will have to take action again!"

If he were to take action again, then the five supposed talents from the Sects of Ancient Martial Arts would probably suffer more than just injuries. According to the rules and regulations of the Martial Dao tournament, a certain death ratio is permitted. In other words, if someone is killed in an uncontrollable situation, no one could be held accountable afterward.

At this moment, the leader of the Flora Sect's delegation simply could not sit still any longer and stood up abruptly, shouting, "Zhao Gongming, what are you hesitating for? Announce the result quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming shook his head slightly and smiled wryly before loudly declaring, "I announce that in this battle, Ye Feng of Utility Pavilion emerges victorious. Two exceptional disciples from Flora Sect, together with disciples from Underworld Sect of Mount Shu and the Buddhist Sect, are defeated and eliminated!"

Only after his words concluded did the entire venue burst into an uproar. No one expected that Ye Feng, who obviously fought one against five, would actually win, and what was even more surprising was that he won so effortlessly.

Everyone present was no fool; it was clear to see that Ye Feng hadn't used all his combat power in the battle. So, just how strong was he, really?

No one knew the true extent of his combat power, but one thing was certain: with Ye Feng's current combat strength, he was more than capable of instantly killing Divine Path Realm warriors below Third Stage, and even those at the Fourth Stage of Divine Communication might not dare to contend with him.

At this time, from the northwest side of the venue, a group of martial artists with white bands around their foreheads, dressed in Samurai Outfits, each holding a katana—they were not accurately described as martial artists; it would be more correct to say they were ninjas.

These individuals were from Fusang, the island nation to the east of Xuanyuan Nation, belonging to the inner sect disciples of Fusang Sword Saint Palace.

The Sword Saint Palace of Fusang is considered holy land in the hearts of the ninjas. Previously, not only did Ye Feng severely dampen the spirit of the Fusang ninjas, but he also reclaimed the Demon Blade Muramasa, a legacy of the Sword Saint Palace. Now, this very Demon Blade Muramasa was placed in the Northern Border, hanging within the Northern Border Base Camp.

Therefore, the enmity between Northern King Ye Feng and the Sword Saint Palace was one of life and death, and all the Fusang ninja warriors yearned nothing more than to flay Northern King Ye Feng's skin and drink his blood.

Of course, the ninja warriors that Ye Feng had encountered before could not be considered the top force of the Sword Saint Palace; the Longma Family from Fusang was merely one of the many forces within the palace.

"Okamoto Matsuki, what is your assessment of this Northern King Ye Feng? Are you capable of contending with him?" A Fusang samurai with a short and stout figure, yet very bulky and strong, suddenly asked in a cold voice.

Next to him was a mustached elder with a black patch on his upper lip. After pondering for a while upon hearing this, he finally shook his head and said with clenched teeth, "I am ashamed, ashamed indeed. This young man is too strong for me to contend with. I'm afraid only by mobilizing the grand figures from Sacred Mountain can we hope to kill him!"

The samurai who had previously spoken said, "Yes, judging from the strength this young man just displayed, even if you and I joined forces, we might not be able to contend with him, let alone slay him. It seems that our previous plans need to be revised."

"We should not discuss this matter now, since we are in the Imperial Capital of Xuanyuan Nation, we must be cautious in all we do. With Northern King Ye Feng's talent being so formidable and him being only twenty-five or twenty-six, having grown so powerful, we must kill him as soon as possible. Otherwise, once he breaks through to the Divine Path Realm, he will become unbeatable!"

As Okamoto Matsuki spoke, he clenched his teeth and said in a low voice, "We must not act rashly this time. After we return, we must ask for the grand figures from Sacred Mountain to personally head to the Northern Border and retrieve the Sacred Blade Muramasa of the Sword Saint Palace of Sacred Mountain!"

Meanwhile, at the same time at the southern end of the venue, a group of burly foreign men from Snow Wolf Country in the north was seated. Suddenly, a handsome young man in his early thirties coldly said, "This man's talent is truly terrifying. As long as he is in charge of the Northern Border of Xuanyuan Nation, our Snow Wolf Iron Cavalry cannot advance southward by even one step.

He must die—and the sooner he is eradicated, the better!"

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The speaker was none other than Max, the current General of the Royal Court of the Sacred Capital of Snow Wolf Country. Although young, after Gai Jiuyou single-handedly invaded Snow Wolf Country, killing the Great General William XII, Max, with support from Prime Minister Richard, was barely able to take the position of General.

Of course, the Royal Court of Snow Wolf Country was not completely united. In fact, the forces within the Court could roughly be divided into two factions; one led by the Prime Minister Richard, the Great General, and the other led by the King of Snow Wolf Country.

In theory, as the Prime Minister, Richard controlled the civil service and foreign affairs within Snow Wolf Country, while General Max controlled the military might, and should have been able to sideline the king. However, this was not the case because there was another, even more powerful faction within Snow Wolf Country.

This faction, although not numerous, was undoubtedly the strongest and held the highest status in Snow Wolf Country—the line of ascetic monks. Of course, "ascetic monk" is what the people of Xuanyuan Nation called them; within Snow Wolf Country, this lineage was known as the Qishen Sect.

As the term "Qishen" suggests, its practitioners could communicate with the gods between heaven and earth; they were representatives of the gods, essentially priests.

For instance, when Gai Jiuyou previously broke into Snow Wolf Country and turned it upside down by himself, even killing the Royal Court General William XII, it was an ascetic monk from the Qishen Sect who stepped forward and repelled Gai Jiuyou.

Great General Max sneered, "Now, the Three Southern Kingdoms of Xuanyuan Nation have already assembled their forces at the border. In all likelihood, war will break out within a day or two. At this time, if we were to add fuel to the fire, then Xuanyuan Nation would inevitably face enemies from both the south and the north!"

Sitting below the Great General was a strategist with white hair and beard. This strategist was clearly a Qishen Practitioner, also known as a priest. He said in a cold voice, "The strength that the Northern King Ye Feng has shown is dauntingly powerful. He won't be easy to deal with, and his Northern Border Army should not be underestimated either.

In my opinion, to completely annihilate him, we must join forces with the Fusang Sword Saint Palace and persuade them to act together. Moreover, we need the power of the Western Blood Clan!"

"Exactly, exactly. With the involvement of the Fusang Sword Saint Palace and the Western Blood Clan, our strength will assuredly be greatly enhanced. But, your words just now reminded me that we need to do a bit of maneuvering within Xuanyuan Nation as well," Great General Max said with a sly smile.

"Maneuvering within Xuanyuan Nation? How should we go about this?" The Qishen Practitioner asked in a low voice, obviously not quite understanding the power struggles and factions within Xuanyuan Nation.

Great General Max scoffed, "Do you really think that the high ranks of Xuanyuan Nation are genuinely united and harmonious? I won't mention the others, but take, for example, the relationship between the mansion of Xuanyuan Nation's Great General and Northern King Ye Feng. According to the intelligence I have, it doesn't seem as harmonious as it appears on the surface."

The priest, worthy of being a strategist, immediately understood and nodded, "I understand. Leave this matter to me. I can handle it. Although I cannot guarantee that I will persuade the Great General's Mansion to backstab that Northern King, I am very confident that we can get the Great General's Mansion to turn a blind eye when necessary."

"Once war breaks out, just ensure that the Great General's Mansion does not interfere and provide support. That will be enough. At that point, I, as General, can guarantee that this so-called Northern King Ye Feng will surely die!"

As Great General Max spoke, he sighed inwardly, "Actually, the most reliable move would be to persuade those so-called Ancient Martial Cultivators of Xuanyuan Nation. If we can persuade them to join hands with us at the same time, we'd be even more certain!"

The Qishen Practitioner strategist glanced towards the area of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts of Xuanyuan Nation and said to himself in a low voice, "I can manipulate a little in this matter as well, but I am not sure of success. After all, those Ancient Martial Warriors of Xuanyuan Nation have quite peculiar temperaments, and our contact with them has been minimal."

At that moment, two figures from the Western Blood Clan's forces were seen approaching them. Seeing this, Great General Max couldn't help but laugh and said with a grin, "Look, here they come. Using the words of Xuanyuan Nation, speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives. This is truly heaven aiding our cause. It seems that heaven itself wants to eliminate Northern King Ye Feng.

If there's anyone to blame, it's just that he's too arrogant and outstanding!"

With that, the two burst into hearty laughter.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng had lightly leaped down to the area below the stage and returned to his own spot.

Hong Qingyan immediately came over and smiled, "Big Brother Ye is getting stronger and stronger; this is really great!"

For the current Hong Qingyan, the stronger Ye Feng was and the higher his status became, the more inferior she used to feel. But since she began her cultivation, especially after practicing the Ancient Daoist cultivator's techniques, her sense of inferiority had vanished. Now she could finally walk alongside Ye Feng on a parallel path.

Boss Cao immediately gave a thumbs up and laughed heartily, "Well done! What a good lad. To think that in just half a month's time, you've become this powerful. This is truly a surprise to me."

Ye Feng couldn't help but smile and asked, "Come on, how much did you make this time? I guess you've earned enough for your coffin, right?"

Boss Cao just kept chuckling without answering, then turned to ask, "That youth in white, and the one from the Dao Sect, the Confucian Sect of the Sacred Mansion has a strong contender too. Do you have the confidence to beat these guys? Give me a private tip-off; I plan to make a big bet!"

Ye Feng shook his head gently and smiled, "Except for that one in white, you can bet on anyone else. However, Zhang Wenyuan's upcoming match with that guy will give me a better idea."

"Alright, I'll trust you this time. I'm going to earn enough for the rest of my life with this bet. Haha!" Boss Cao laughed loudly. Dressed in a very fashionable and even non-mainstream style, nobody would guess that this elderly man was actually the Controller of Xuanyuan Nation's Punishment Heaven Department.

Just then, Zhao Gongming announced the next match, pitting Zhang Wenyuan against the youth in white!