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

The Sword of the King, mingled with Ye Feng's raging fury, descended with a majestic might in an instant!

Hua Youdao and Ghost Cold Mountain's complexions turned extremely horrified as they exclaimed, "You... you clearly sustained severe injuries, why..."

Before they could finish their sentence, the Sword of the King slashed down directly. It was already too late for Hua Youdao and Ghost Cold Mountain to dodge. In a hurry, they could only release their Divine Path Objects in an attempt to block.

However, with just their Half-Step Divine Ability Realm cultivation level, how could they withstand Ye Feng's fully powered strike, charged with all his might? One sword swing sent both figures flying, even creating deep pits where they had stood.

Ye Feng's gaze sharpened, and he swiftly leaped into action, arriving in front of Hua Youdao in an instant. He then struck out with his palm, the robust palm power surging like an overwhelming sea, mixed with bone-chilling cold. This was the Xuan Ming Divine Palm, a palm technique Ye Feng had just recently understood.

As the palm power rushed towards his opponent, Hua Youdao's internal organs were shattered. Thrown backward, he was already thoroughly dead by the time he landed.

Ghost Cold Mountain, on the side, had long been scared out of his wits. Without any hesitation, he immediately turned and fled. Ye Feng clenched his hand, and the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon appeared in his grasp. But before he could act, Hong Qingyan, light as smoke, swept out and struck with her palm, killing Ghost Cold Mountain on the spot.

"Dare to speak insolently, you deserve death!" Hong Qingyan spat out a palm strike that wasn't enough to quell her anger. Closing her palm, she conjured a ball of flame and instantly burned Ghost Cold Mountain to ashes, leaving no trace.

The remaining thirty or so Divine Path Realm powerhouses had already been scared witless. None dared to continue the battle, fleeing instead. However, at this moment, Xiao Chuanqi and the others soared in pursuit, and in the blink of an eye, the battle had ended, with not a single one escaping.

Ye Feng stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his expression turned towards the direction of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts in the west. At this moment, he wished he could directly lead his army to attack these nine great sects, but he eventually calmed down.

Because he was very clear in his heart, even though he was now very powerful, it was still impossible for him to contend against the nine great sects by himself. Even if he could slay a Half-Step Divine Ability Realm powerhouse, if he encountered a true Divine Ability Realm expert, it would still be somewhat challenging.

Not to mention, within the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, especially the strong sects like the Holy Mansion of the Confucian Sect and the Buddhist Sect, it was possible that there were legendary Powerhouses of the Sacred Realm presiding over them.

"Briefly recuperate, then return to the Northern Border!" Ye Feng gave the order directly. Then, after a short rest and taking care of the aftermath, they set off, and four hours later, they eventually returned to the Northern Border Base Camp, unharmed. By then, the night was already deep.

And at that small tavern in the town, after the initial panic, tranquility was finally restored. However, at this time, Tang Bai's figure suddenly appeared out of thin air on the roof of the tavern, staring silently at the courtyard.

The courtyard had been cleaned up by now, but the disciples of the Flora Sect and the Underworld Sect had finally found their way here, asking in detail about what had happened earlier. Tang Bai watched for a while before he let out a long sigh and said, "Ye Feng, I didn't expect you to have made it this far. In light of this, I cannot allow you to continue unchecked."

As he spoke, sensing several powerful auras approaching from afar, Tang Bai's figure flickered and vanished into the void. The next moment, four figures descended from the sky: two in colorful, splendid clothes, and two more in black robes.

These four were the sect masters of the Flora Sect and the Underworld Sect, as well as an elder from each of those two great sects. Within the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, anyone who could become a sect master had at least the cultivation level of the Divine Ability Realm, and the elders had even stepped into the legendary Sacred Realm Level.

The four materialized in the courtyard, surveyed the scene for a few moments, and after a glance at the corpses of Hua Youdao and Ghost Cold Mountain, they more or less understood the situation.

"To be able to severely injure the two of them with one sword strike, it seems that this so-called Northern King Ye Feng has actually obtained the strength to compete with the Divine Ability Realm. What do you all think?" The one who spoke was the Flora Sect Master.

"What else is there to think? This Ye fellow, daring to kill the high-level members of my sect, declare war. Immediate war with him! I want to utterly exterminate him!" The Sect Master of the Underworld Sect roared with clenched teeth.

The two elders said nothing; though starting a war was easy, the repercussions were significant. Especially the Utility Pavilion, which would never sit idly by. Of course, they could ignore Tang Bai, but not Zhuge Wuming.

"For once a war begins, Zhuge Wuming of the Utility Pavilion will surely intervene!" The Flora Sect Master snorted coldly, "That old rascal Zhuge, he already spoke out at the Martial Dao conference, absolutely forbidding despicable means to be used against that Ye fellow."

The elder of the Flora Sect, stroking his gray-white beard, laughed and said, "Excuse Zhuge Wuming. We need not fear him. What we truly should fear is that little mountain village in the Northwest."

Talking about the Northwest Little Mountain Village, the four immediately fell silent. It was evident that they harbored significant apprehension toward the obscure little village; after all, in the last century, the Nine Great Sects had jointly attacked the village, aiming to annihilate it in one fell swoop.

However, the outcome was that almost all the high-ranking members of the Nine Great Sects perished there, including several renowned sect masters and other powerful figures. This even caused a break in the continuity of the Nine Great Sects, leading to a century of silence and reticence as they tucked themselves away.

For a long time, even the mention of the Northwest Little Mountain Village would change their color.

"If we can't move against him directly, does that mean we just let this kid keep growing stronger and act wantonly? If this continues, who knows how many high-ranking powerhouses from our Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts will perish!" The Sect Master of the Underworld Sect bellowed with fury.

The elder of the Underworld Sect sneered, "There will always be opportunities. If we can't move against him openly, then we'll act in the shadows."

"The elder is quite right, let us just wait for an opportunity!" The Flora Sect Master nodded in agreement, then said, "In three days, it will be the official establishment day of the Martial Academy. According to the prior agreement, that young man will assume the position of principal, and we from the Nine Great Sects must attend. What do you think?"

The Sect Master of Underworld Sect snorted, "Daring to kill the high ranks of my sect, I wish I could tear him to shreds. And he expects me to attend his inauguration? Don't even think about it, Underworld Sect will never show up!"

"If that's the case, Flora Sect won't attend either," said the Flora Sect Master before continuing, "Moreover, this message must be passed on to the other sects. I believe they likely won't attend either.

Let's wait and see, without the presence of us Nine Great Sects, relying on that youngster alone, he will undoubtedly find it hard to clap with one hand, and it will be impossible for him to run the Martial Academy!"

After the four powerhouses finished speaking, they swept away and disappeared into the night. The following day at Sky Bright, although the sun had already risen, the Northern Border had become quite cold after entering autumn. After a night's rest, Ye Feng's essence, qi, and spirit had recovered to their peak state.

Upon waking up, he found that Hong Qingyan had, as usual, already prepared breakfast.

Although the breakfast was not lavish, Ye Feng enjoyed it immensely. At that moment, Shadow appeared out of nowhere, and Ye Feng asked directly, "How is the situation in the Southern Territory?"

Shadow saluted with his hands and replied, "Your Majesty, just as you predicted, the Southern Territory has been in retreat under the pressure of the Three Southern Kingdoms. However, after you announced your military deployment, the Imperial Capital could indeed sit still no longer."

Continuing, Shadow took a breath before adding, "On the same day that Your Majesty was in the Western Territory, the Great General's Mansion dispatched troops, and by the following day, they had lifted the siege on the Southern Territory. After being driven back, the Three Southern Kingdoms have now been expelled from the Southern Territory."

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "For this, did Great General Duantian personally intervene?"

"No, the Great General did not make a move," replied Shadow.

"Then who led the troops?" Ye Feng asked. After all, it was an alliance of the Three Southern Kingdoms. The other two small countries were perhaps manageable, but the Ancient Brahma Kingdom was not to be underestimated, with numerous strong warriors such that even characters like Zhang Wenyuan could not resist. Even less capable people would not have the ability.

Shadow answered, "The leader was someone named Hong Jiutian. According to the reports, this person faced three opponents alone and defeated three warriors from the Three Southern Kingdoms with overwhelming strength!"

"Hong Jiutian?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and inquired, "What is his background?"

Shadow saluted again and said, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. My abilities are limited, and I was not able to find out his background. The only thing known is that this person seems to be related to the Great National Pillar of the Southwest Heaven."

"Southwest Heaven's National Pillar, the Qing Family?" Ye Feng muttered thoughtfully, then shook his head with a smile, "The Great National Pillar of the Southwest might have had that power in the last century, but now they have fallen and hardly have any notable talent left. It seems that this Hong Jiutian is not a simple character."

To repel the warriors from the Three Southern Kingdoms with his own strength, this person must at least possess combat power at the Divine Ability Realm Level, if not stronger. Such individuals could not be found in the Mortal World, and it's unlikely that the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts would be so benevolent to lend a hand, let alone follow the orders of the Great General's Mansion.

Engrossed in his thoughts, Ye Feng soon had some deductions. He speculated that this person was very likely from one of the Four Great Ancient Clans.

"It seems that the Four Great Ancient Clans, by continually showing their faces in the Mortal World, are becoming restless," Ye Feng said with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Shadow saluted once again, "Additionally, Your Majesty, the two tasks you previously assigned, one concerning the Six-foot Path built over two thousand years ago, we now have some clues."

"Oh? What kind of clues?" Ye Feng's interest was piqued.

"I found it in an ancient manuscript, though it comes from a Spellcaster's record. The reliability is not known, but the book mentions in passing that the Six-foot Path from over two thousand years ago is actually a Formation," Shadow explained.

"A Formation? What kind of Formation?" Ye Feng promptly asked.

"That, I do not know. The manuscript has no more details," said Shadow, taking out from his robe a dirty, extremely old book.

The book was very tattered, with only a few intact pages. He handed it to Ye Feng with both hands. Ye Feng quickly flipped through it, running his eyes over ten lines at a time. Indeed, the book made only a passing mention without any further elucidation.

Ye Feng fell into contemplation, "A Formation? If this Six-foot Path truly is a Formation, then what is its purpose? And what was the builder's intention?"

Despite his speculation, Ye Feng couldn't fathom the key points as the information he had was far too scant to make a deduction.

"Shadow, keep following up on this Six-foot Path, as well as the Terracotta Warriors Mausoleum Palace in the Northwest. You may withdraw," Ye Feng ordered.

"As you command, Your Majesty!" Shadow replied. He glanced unintentionally at Hong Qingyan then turned and left without a word.

After breakfast, Ye Feng promptly summoned Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, and Leng Wuming, issuing an order, "In half an hour, we depart for the Imperial Capital!"

"As you command, Your Majesty!" Xiao Chuanqi and the others bowed their heads in salutation. They understood that this time, as Ye Feng made his third visit to the Imperial Capital, he was preparing to take up his official position as the Principal of the Martial Academy.