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

Ye Feng suddenly laughed, looking at the impressive old fellow on the rooftop eaves and snorted, "I now understand, you are Murong Tiannan!"

Ancestor Murong was taken aback, exclaiming, "You actually know this old ancestor's name? Who exactly are you? Speak! If you are an acquaintance, this old ancestor may spare your life!"

Ye Feng shook his head and sighed, "Last century, the nation faced great calamity, especially in the Eastern Border. When foreign enemies pressed in and internal strife was rampant, a so-called Whirlwind Decapitation Operation was initiated in the Eastern Border."

"Whirlwind Decapitation Operation? You brat even know about this secretive operation plan from the last century!" Murong Tiannan's body shook slightly.

Perhaps others did not know, but Murong Tiannan could not claim the same. At that time, this Whirlwind Decapitation Operation was mainly due to foreign forces pressing in, making the Eastern Border precarious. Out of desperation, the nation resorted to a risky strategy designating a decapitation operation.

The so-called decapitation meant to kill the enemy leaders, but required infiltrating deep into enemy territory. As one can imagine, once the operation was underway, whether successful or not, those involved were almost certain to meet a grim fate either way.

What Murong Tiannan could not have imagined was that at that time, the Whirlwind Decapitation Operation was only known to a few, and those were the big shots of the nation. After its failure, it never became widely known. So how could this young man in a wheelchair know of it?

Of course, he could not possibly know that this youth in the wheelchair was of such a status. Had he known, he would never have asked this question.

As the Northern Border King, who had grown up in the Northern Border Army since childhood, he was well versed in the national disaster that befell the country last century. He had even seen many secrets unknown to the public in the forbidden books kept in the nation.

"Back then, you, Murong Tiannan, were also fortunate enough to participate in this decapitation operation. Originally, it would have been a matter of honor—being selected was, in itself, recognition of your strength!"

At this point, Ye Feng snorted and shouted, "Unfortunately, the esteemed eldest son of the Gusu Murong Family, the genius of the Southern River Region Jiangnan at that time, turned out to be a cowardly deserter, feigning death and fleeing as soon as the decapitation operation began!"

"The world only knows you as a great hero who sacrificed himself for the nation, but who knows that the ancestor of the Gusu Murong Family turned out to be a cowardly deserter!"

Ye Feng's words hit Murong Tiannan like a heavy hammer, striking him hard.

Murong Tiannan's wrinkled face contorted and twisted until it became terrifyingly gruesome—he gnashed his teeth and roared, "Who the hell are you?"

It seemed that being exposed had driven the so-called ancestor of the Murong Family into hysterics.

Ye Feng sneered, "A cowardly deserter like you doesn't deserve to know my identity!"

Ancestor Murong suddenly burst into mad laughter, shouting angrily, "Good, very good. I didn't expect a green boy like you to be so bold in front of this old ancestor. Today, all of you will die, not one of you will escape!"

As his voice fell, Ancestor Murong leaped forward with a highly adept movement technique, charging at Ye Feng with great speed.

"A coward dares show insolence in front of His Majesty? Die!"

Sima Zhan Tian, in a fit of rage, swung his great sword and charged directly.

Ye Feng's expression shifted slightly, for he knew that Sima Zhan Tian's strength was not enough to contend with the opponent.

After all, Ancestor Murong was an old monster who had lived for over a century. Even in his youth, he was a minor renowned martial talents in Jiangnan, and now, after so much time cultivating, he was nearly stepping into the Realm of the Martial King—a formidable force to be reckoned with.

As expected, Sima Zhan Tian's great sword came slashing down in an instant, appearing as though it would certainly land on the opponent.

However, for some unknown reason, it suddenly changed direction and missed entirely.

"What's going on?" Sima Zhan Tian was shocked, feeling as if his sword was no longer obeying his hand.

Ye Feng's gaze sharpened, and he declared in a clear voice, "The inherited martial arts study, Star Shifting, of the Gusu Murong Family is indeed as renowned as they say, seeing it today!"

While he spoke, Sima Zhan Tian swung his sword down again, but yet again, he missed.

Ancestor Murong struck with a palm, instantly sending Sima Zhan Tian flying.

"Stand down, you are no match for him!" Ye Feng spoke.

Ancestor Murong turned abruptly, staring at Ye Feng, "Your two Huajin Grandmaster followers do have some strength, but they are still not enough to look at in front of this ancestor. Without their protection, today this old one really wants to see, who can save you now!"

As he spoke, Ancestor Murong sent out a palm strike, the vigorous palm power bringing a strong sonic boom, and in the blink of an eye, it reached right in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng still remained seated unmoved, watching as the other's hand was about to strike at his face.

Just then, Ye Feng's hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the wrist of his opponent.

And then everything came to a standstill.

Ancestor Murong was taken aback and instinctively tried to withdraw, but to his utter horror, he found he could not break free, as if his wrist had grown roots into the other's hand.

"You..." At that moment, Ancestor Murong's eyes widened; he finally realized something.

But before he could finish his sentence, Ye Feng exerted force, and a terrifying surge of inner strength instantly entered the other's body through his arm.

Only a muffled grunt was heard from Ancestor Murong; then his entire being stood there, eyes wide with shock.
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Clearly, by this time, not only his internal organs but also all his Eight Extraordinary Meridians had been shattered by Ye Feng.

"You actually are... are a Martial... King!"

Ancestor Murong's voice grew weaker and weaker, ever failing to catch his breath, he fell to the ground with a thunderous thud.

"Ancestor..."

Murong Tongming, upon seeing this, let out a scream of utter despair.

Ye Feng said word by word, "During a national crisis, you fled from battle, and later even allowed your descendants to rebelliously claim kingship, you deserve to die!"

As these words were spoken, Ancestor Murong finally closed his eyes slowly.

The one hundred and thirty members of the Gusu Murong Family watching this scene immediately scattered like frightened birds.

Of course, Ye Feng did not pursue to kill them all; he simply turned his gaze to Murong Tongming and said word by word, "What now, do you wish to make your ancestor wait for you too long on the Yellow Springs Road?"

Murong Tongming's face alternated between green and white, he gritted his teeth and roared, "Ye Feng, do you truly intend to annihilate the Gusu Murong?"

Ye Feng replied solemnly, "It is not I who seeks your destruction, but you who have brought it upon yourself!"

Murong Tongming snorted coldly, "I'm not afraid to tell you, the reason why Gusu Murong dares to claim kingship in the east of the river is with the nod of the King of the Eastern Border. In other words, Gusu Murong is under the protection of the King of East River; if you kill me, you will offend the King of East River, you had better think carefully about the consequences!"

"Offend the King of East River?"

Ye Feng laughed out loud, saying, "I forgot to tell you, after eradicating you, this False King, I will also go to the Eastern Border to ask the King of the Eastern Border who gave him the authority to commit such outrageous acts in his own territory!"

Just then, from a distant street corner, suddenly a cold shout came, "What a bold statement from you, daring to accuse the King of the Eastern Border. Exactly who gave you the audacity!"