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

Xiao Chuanqi was taken aback upon hearing the words and immediately ceased insisting, retreating to one side.

Elder Xuan Ming's robes rustled in the wind, his Inner Strength surged throughout his body, and the walking stick in his hand, though merely a wooden stick, was wielded with such ferocity that no one could approach within three yards of him.

"I thought you were something special, but now it seems you're just this, no matter the two Grandmasters following you. Today, your death is certain!" Read exclusive adventures at empire

Murong Tongming laughed out loud, "Elder Xuan Ming truly possesses remarkable Martial Arts. Today, let none of these thieves escape – kill them all!"

Filled with rage, Sima Zhantian charged directly at Murong Tongming, and in an instant, an intense battle unfolded between them.

However, this King of East River was no incompetent either; even faced with a Huajin Grandmaster like Sima Zhantian, he could not be subdued.

Elder Xuan Ming let out a cold shout, leaping high into the air, pointing his cane towards Ye Feng's throat.

Yet Ye Feng remained seated in his wheelchair, motionless as before, his expression not even rippling slightly, calm like an ancient well without a wave.

He just quietly watched the old man in front of him, seeming for a moment as though he had been scared stiff.

"Die!"

Elder Xuan Ming flicked his wrist, and the tip of the cane was poised to strike.

If he were to let this strike descend, even though it was just a wooden cane, with Inner Strength behind it, it could pierce through a stele, let alone a person's throat.

However, at that very moment, Ye Feng moved. His right hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the cane.

"What?" Elder Xuan Ming exclaimed in surprise, his instinct was to pull back the cane and retreat.

But at that moment, to his horror, he found that he could not withdraw it; it seemed as if it had rooted itself in the other's hand.

"Traitors seeking glory through betrayal, die!"

Ye Feng hummed softly, and then his whole body exerted force. A torrent of Inner Strength, surging to the extreme, suddenly passed through the meter-long cane, rushing towards Elder Xuan Ming like a tidal wave.

The next moment, Elder Xuan Ming, as if struck by electricity, shook violently all over, then stood rigidly in place, motionless thereafter.

Elder Xuan Ming's deathly pale eyes were wide open, his face filled with shock. He stared with bulging eyes, then the life in his gaze began to fade.

Ye Feng only needed to exert force while seated in his wheelchair to violently shake a Huajin Grandmaster to death, without even actually moving to strike.

"Go, help Zhan Tian, and quickly finish off that old Murong Tongming!" Ye Feng commanded.

"As you command, Master!" As Xiao Chuanqi's words fell, he had already leaped into the fray, instantly joining the battle.

With the addition of Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian's pressure decreased dramatically, and in the blink of an eye, he had beaten Murong Tongming into a forced retreat.

"Elder Xuan Ming, what are you doing standing there dumbfounded, hurry up, kill that Ye!" Murong Tongming shouted in desperation.

"What's happening, Elder Xuan Ming…" Murong Tongming had barely gotten the words out when he saw Elder Xuan Ming suddenly fall straight down, dead before he hit the ground.

"This…" Murong Tongming was stunned, and due to the shock, he was struck by Xiao Chuanqi's palm and sent flying.

"Elder Xuan Ming is actually... dead, he's been killed!"

Murong Tongming's eyes were wide open, and he could no longer pay attention to the blood seeping from his mouth. The attack from Elder Xuan Ming happened too fast, and he could not see it clearly.

The one thing he was certain of was that it was the young man in the wheelchair who had made the move!

Murong Tongming suddenly realized that the true mastermind was not the two Huajin Grandmaster followers, but this young man. No wonder the latter, despite being in a wheelchair with broken legs, was still able to command several Grandmasters to willingly follow him.

Only at this moment did Murong Tongming realize his mistake, and it was a fatal one!

Thinking of this, he almost didn't hesitate, and with a plop, knelt down on the spot.

"Spare me, I—" I mean, "I concede, I admit defeat. Please, Mr. Ye, kindly spare my life!"

Seeing Murong Tongming, the Fake King of East River, kneel down on the spot, those who were originally still fighting around couldn't help but stop.

Actually, at this time, the dozens of so-called experts from the Murong Family had already either died or were crippled, and there were few left who could still stand.

Furthermore, now that even the strongest Elder Xuan Ming had been killed, Murong Tongming was very clear that if this continued, his Gusu Murong Family would truly face extinction.

"Mr. Ye, I was wrong, I know my mistake. Please, Mr. Ye, show mercy and spare me!"

Murong Tongming was practically crawling over on his knees, reaching Ye Feng's feet and prostrating himself.

Ye Feng looked at him with a gaze sharp as a knife, utterly intimidating.

Murong Tongming said, "Mr. Ye, I submit. It was my Murong Family who was delusional to consider itself an enemy of Mr. Ye. This time, I am utterly convinced. Please, raise your noble hand [and spare us]!"

Ye Feng smiled, his lips slightly turning upward in a mocking smile, "Concede? Head of the Murong Family, you are of a certain age, don't tell me you actually believe that I came here only to settle a matter of winning and losing?"

Murong Tongming was startled, then gritted his teeth and said, "As long as Mr. Ye would be willing to spare me, my Murong Family is willing to submit. From now on, you, Mr. Ye, will be the King of East River, and my Murong Family will be nothing but a dog at your side!"

"King of East River?"

Ye Feng burst into laughter, his voice resonant, "The lowly King of East River is nothing in my eyes, and your Murong Family wishing to be a dog by my side? You don't qualify!"

Murong Tongming abruptly lifted his head and said, word by word, "Are you truly intent on wiping us out?"

"The Gusu Murong Family daring to claim kingship without authorization, deserves death, no mercy!" Ye Feng's voice was resounding and firm.

"Good, very good!"

Murong Tongming suddenly laughed wildly, "Boy, my Gusu Murong Family is, after all, descendants of the emperor. You really think we would claim kingship in East of the River without any trump cards? Since you insist on pushing things to the extreme, then I shall fight you with everything I've got!"

Having said that, Murong Tongming suddenly turned his head and shouted into the void, "The Gusu Murong Family is at a moment of life and death. I invite our Ancestor to come out of secluded cultivation!"

"I call upon the Ancestor to come out, ring the warning bell!"

"Invite the Ancestor to emerge, let the warning bell ring!"

At this very moment, a deep, muffled sound suddenly came from the depths of the Murong Prince Mansion's garden.

Ye Feng furrowed his brows and sneered, "The Ancestor? Very well, let's see who this Ancestor is. Your Gusu Murong lineage is known for its family's Supreme Knowledge 'Star Shifting'. I hope you do not disappoint me today!"

As soon as the voice fell, a black figure suddenly soared into the sky from the depths of the mountain behind the Murong Prince Mansion.

In midair, the person twisted their body as if executing a profoundly skilled movement technique, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the front gate, then stood below the ridge of the roof above the entrance.

It wasn't until that moment that everyone could see clearly: This person was clad in a black, form-fitting outfit, but his hair and beard were already white as frost, indicating an age of at least a century old.

However, his face was without a single wrinkle, instead, it was ruddy and looked very healthy.

Ye Feng, seeing this, narrowed his eyes slightly and blurted out, "Nine Return to One—I had no idea the Gusu Murong had such a character. A Huajin Grandmaster Peak, just a hair away from setting foot into the Realm of the Martial King!"

This black-clothed, white-haired old man was obviously the Ancestor Murong, a Grandmaster Peak practitioner in Huajin.

Yet, it appeared that despite many years of secluded cultivation, he still could not break through Huajin to enter the legendary Realm of the Martial King.

Ancestor Murong, from his high vantage, surveyed the people below and suddenly said in a deep voice with a sigh, "My Gusu Murong, originally of imperial lineage with an exceedingly noble status, to think that over hundreds of years we have fallen to such a state, where any cats or dogs can bully their way to our doorstep!"

Hearing this, Ancestor Murong's tone shifted and his chilly gaze fixated on Ye Feng, word by word he said, "This Ancestor knows you are extraordinary. You may state a reason that will convince this Ancestor not to kill you; otherwise, today, all of you shall die!"

"The dignity of I, the King of Gusu Murong Jiangdong, shall not tolerate any provocation from anyone!"