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

Ye Feng sneered again, "You from the Sword Saint Palace and I are sworn enemies, that much is clear, isn't it?"

"You from the Sword Saint Palace killed my revered elder, and yet you want me to serve the Sword Saint Palace? Has your brain been eaten by a dog?"

Ye Feng looked at the Sword Saint of the Western Palace as if he was looking at an idiot. This guy must be a complete fool. To call him a fool might even be an insult to fools. They were already mortal enemies, yet he still thought about offering amnesty.

Not to mention Ye Feng's personal grudges with the Sword Saint Palace, Xuanyuan Nation and Fusang Kingdom were fundamentally opposed, and Ye Feng was not the kind to betray his country.

Furthermore, he was the Martial Academy Principal of Xuanyuan Nation, the Northern Border King, and also held a position akin to that of the Pavilion Master of the Utility Pavilion. Unless he lost his mind, he would never abandon all that to become a deputy palace master in the Sword Saint Palace. Even an idiot knew how to choose.

"A brain is a wonderful thing, I really hope you have one."

Ye Feng kept sighing and shaking his head.

The Sword Saint of the Western Palace turned green with embarrassment. He had never expected that after he took the initiative to set aside his pride to woo Ye Feng, he would be humiliated in return. This was utterly absurd.

"That's well said, Ye Feng, hahaha!" Chi Jark skewered Miyamoto Ichiro with his spear, sending him flying, and burst into laughter.

"Little Martial Uncle, these people from the Sword Saint Palace really don't have brains, it's just too funny, isn't it?" Long Nannan was also giggling as she threw another punch, blasting a Grandmaster of the Golden Core Realm into the air, coughing up blood. Even though this Grandmaster had been empowered by the domain of the Sword Saint of the Western Palace, the gap between him and Long Nannan was still significant and he couldn't beat her.

Xiao Rulong was in a similar situation; he too grabbed the opportunity and soared into the air.

"Sky Splitting Step!"

Xiao Rulong deployed the Sky Splitting Step once again, making it seem as if he were about to shatter the very space. The Grandmaster before him changed color, mobilizing all his strength and forming a golden-yellow Protective Shield in front of him, katana at the ready.

The powerful Power of Spirit Essence beneath Xiao Rulong's feet shattered the Protective Shield immediately and proceeded to stomp upon the Grandmaster's katana.

Crack!

The katana broke under the force of Xiao Rulong's step!

With the katana broken, the soul of the Grandmaster nearly fled his body in terror. He tried to defend himself again but having been ruthlessly dealt with by Xiao Rulong just moments before, he was already too exhausted.

Bang!

The Grandmaster, powerless to resist, was crushed into the rocks of the valley by Xiao Rulong's stomp.

The entire man was embedded in the cliff, forming the shape of a cross, his eyes bulging and his breath gone. He had been stomped to death.

Feeling the battle here, Miyamoto Ichiro turned with a changing expression, "Lord Yano!!!"

Miyamoto Ichiro looked on in shock at Yano, dead upon the cliffside, and then at Xiao Rulong, who was hovering in midair, flicking his Folding Fan. He was completely taken aback. He knew Yano's strength well enough; among Grandmasters of the Golden Core Realm, he wasn't weak, and even Miyamoto Ichiro couldn't have dealt with Yano so swiftly.

Yet this Xiao Rulong of the Xiao Family, someone who didn't even rank among the top ten talents, now possessed such strength?

"Stop gawking, it's your turn."

A derisive laugh broke the silence.

Miyamoto Ichiro's expression changed subtly, and he swiftly turned his head.

At that moment, Chi Jark had already unleashed all his might, concentrating all his power into the silvery spear in his hands, which gleamed brilliantly.

"Mad Dragon Break of Ten Thousand Heavens!"

Chi Jark's face was stern as he let out a great shout.

Above his head, two silvery dragons appeared, their roars echoing in all directions. Then, with a swift move, he lunged forward, his spear piercing through the air, becoming one with him!

Boom!

Chi Jark with his spear charged forward, the two silvery dragons spiraling intensely towards Miyamoto Ichiro with immense offensive force.

Miyamoto Ichiro's face paled; he could feel the might of Chi Jark's attack, and his entire complexion turned green.

"Impossible, how can this be so powerful?"

Miyamoto Ichiro screamed, his face contorted, as he desperately gathered a Spirit Essence Shield around him, with armor appearing to wrap his entire body.

The next moment, Chi Jark's spear pierced through space, striking head-on.

Piercing through Miyamoto Ichiro's hastily conjured Shield as if it were merely paper, the Scarlet katana crossed in front of his chest, the spear stabbing right at it, with the two silvery dragons carrying their roars slamming into Miyamoto Ichiro's body.

Miyamoto Ichiro's pupils constricted, his armor flashing brightly. His body was also clad in Treasure Armor, which could diminish the force of many attacks.

However, Chi Jark's strike was too powerful, and even with the armor, the impact from the silver spear and the two dragons nearly shattered his internal organs. Several ribs broke, and he was sent flying dozens of meters away.

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Pfft!

Miyamoto Ichiro spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his treasure armor now damaged, and his aura had significantly wilted. Clearly, he had been severely wounded by Chi Jark.

Seeing this from a distance, the Sword Saint of the Western Palace, who was engaged in battle with Ye Feng, also changed his expression. One Grandmaster of the Golden Core Realm had already died on the spot, and now Miyamoto Ichiro was severely injured, while another was being suppressed by Ye Feng's allies.

After dealing with Yano, Xiao Rulong from the Xiao Family had already moved to assist their three Half-Step Golden Core comrades. Initially, with his domain's enhancement, the three Half-Step Golden Core masters had been suppressing those on Ye Feng's side in the Golden Core Realm. However, with Xiao Rulong joining in, another Half-Step Golden Core Realm fighter was crippled in the blink of an eye!

The Sword Saint of the Western Palace's expression turned extremely ugly. They were supposed to attend the talent ranking competition, but before even arriving at the venue, their number had already suffered heavy losses. If the fight continued, they feared more casualties might occur!

No, they had to retreat!

At the moment, he was unable to take down Ye Feng in a short time. The more he fought, the more alarmed he became. At most, he could only suppress Ye Feng, which was terrifying. As a Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm, he could only suppress Ye Feng—that was no mere genius, but a monster, a true monster.

"Everyone, go!"

The Sword Saint of the Western Palace roared, ordering everyone to retreat.

Upon hearing the retreat command, Miyamoto Ichiro and the others felt reluctant, but they were very clear that they were no match!

Ye Feng was too strong, and not just him; Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong, whom Miyamoto Ichiro had looked down upon, were also excessively powerful. This strength was completely beyond their imagination.

The members of the Sword Saint Palace had already begun to desperately retreat, wishing to leave.

But at that moment, Ye Feng spoke, "You think you can just come and go as you please?"

Ye Feng's expression was chillingly cold, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Keep them here, don't let them leave!"

Ye Feng said coldly.

Upon receiving the order, Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong immediately encircled the remaining six from the Sword Saint Palace.

Among these six, aside from the Sword Saint of the Western Palace who hadn't been injured, Miyamoto Ichiro was already in a critical state, another Golden Core Realm fighter bore countless wounds, and the three Half-Step Golden Cores didn't fare any better. Xiao Rulong had just joined the fray and instantly inflicted severe wounds on one, leaving the others in bad shape as well.

Looking over at Ye Feng's side, practically no one was injured, with only Sausage Sister having sustained some minor injuries, but nothing of significance.

"Ye Feng, don't push too hard; it's best to leave some leeway for future interactions," the Sword Saint of the Western Palace said, his voice heavy as he glanced at Ye Feng.

Their side was mostly injured now, with greatly diminished strength, and not in good condition to fight any further.

Hearing this, Ye Feng laughed outright, "Why should I leave any leeway? When your Sword Saint Palace used my elder to practice swordsmanship, did you ever consider leaving any leeway?"

Ye Feng's eyes grew increasingly colder and his killing intent thicker. He had wanted to kill the members of the Sword Saint Palace anyway—more so now that the Sword Saint of the Western Palace and the others had ambushed them first, leaving no chance of forgiveness.

The Sword Saint of the Western Palace's face darkened; he hadn't expected Ye Feng to be so dismissive and utterly disregard his words.

"Ye Feng, you must understand, you can't kill me. If I really get desperate, can you ensure that none of your people will suffer any casualties?"

"If you truly push me to the edge, I will self-destruct and take all of you with me!"

The Sword Saint of the Western Palace said through gritted teeth, feeling somewhat stifled. It was humiliating for a Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm to be forced to threaten self-destruction—the most miserable Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm in the Outer Battlefield, perhaps.

Hearing this, Xiao Rulong's face changed, and he transmitted a message to Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, if it really comes to it, let them leave. If the Sword Saint of the Western Palace truly self-destructs, we'll have no escape!"

The self-destruction of a Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm could even obliterate a small town!

Chi Jark also looked gravely at Ye Feng. A Yin-Yang Realm Great Power considering self-destruction was no laughing matter.

Yet, Ye Feng suddenly laughed, "The thing I hate most is being threatened, so you people might as well just die."

His words caused the Sword Saint of the Western Palace's complexion to change, and he sternly said, "Ye Feng, don't really push me. You can't kill me, and if I self-destruct, it will be bad for everyone!"

The Sword Saint of the Western Palace was actually feeling somewhat cowardly inside. He had only just advanced to the Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm; the realm was not even warmed up yet, and now he was being asked to self-destruct and fall—he couldn't accept it.

Ye Feng stopped paying attention to the Sword Saint of the Western Palace. A black light flashed in his hand, and a small stone stele appeared in his grasp.

At the moment the stele appeared, the Sword Saint of the Western Palace sharply turned his gaze to the small, pitch-black stele in Ye Feng's hand.

What was this thing that gave him a feeling of dread?

As he wondered, Ye Feng had already thrown the stele into the air.

With a stern face, Ye Feng's aura burst forth to the extreme, changing the expressions of Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong around him. This aura was too strong. Was this truly Ye Feng's real strength? It probably reached the level of a Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm, right?

After his aura burst forth, Ye Feng channeled exceedingly pure and robust Power of Spirit Essence into the small stele in the sky, simultaneously turning pale, clearly having overexerted himself.

Then, Ye Feng shouted coldly, "Heaven Guard Monument, suppress!"

The small stele in the sky instantly expanded countless times, in the blink of an eye becoming as large as a mountain, its terrifying aura spreading.

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