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

The night was still and windless, the previously arrogant and haughty lamas of the Brahma Kingdom, all clad in red, lowered their heads, daring not to speak falsehoods or act recklessly anymore.

Reincarnation Wheel Grand Zen Master clenched his teeth for a long time before he was finally able to forcibly suppress the surging energy within him.

"Northern Border King Ye Feng, very well," I admit defeat this time, Great Zen Master vowed. "But I swear I will return!"

"Let's go!" the Quasi-Wheel Grand Zen Master commanded with a cold shout, and a dozen lamas in red came forward to support him as they prepared to leave ignominiously.

"Stop, who gave you permission to leave just like that?" Ye Feng suddenly shouted coldly.

Staggering slightly, the Reincarnation Wheel Grand Zen Master turned around and gritted his teeth, "You can't seriously believe you have the audacity to kill me, can you? I must tell you, I am the anointed Zen Master by the Lord of Brahma Kingdom, and now I'm of the Arhat Fruit Position. I came to your Xuanyuan Nation for a friendly visit today, without killing a single one of your Xuanyuan people."

"If you kill me, it will inevitably provoke a war between our two nations. The Southern Territory is weak, and although the Northern Border is strong, it cannot reach us here, you better think carefully about the consequences!"

Ye Feng sneered, "Who was it, stop looking around, it's you, you who just now had the audacity to insult my royal dignity with your insolent remarks, under the heavens, the majesty of kings is inviolable!"

"Escort, chop off his head!"

Sima Zhantian didn't utter another word and charged forward directly.

"What are you doing, you dare..." the red-robed lama panicked. He was the most insolent just before and had shouted the loudest insults.

"Despicable cur, you actually dared to insult the Northern Border King, you are truly seeking your own death!"

Sima Zhantian raised his broadsword and with a swift motion, the head of the red-robed lama flew off, even spurting a streak of blood.

"Take his head and the body back to your Lord of Brahma Kingdom. If he wishes to wage a great war, my Xuanyuan Nation is ready to accompany him to the end!" Ye Feng's words came with cold bites, his stance imperious and his tone resonant and powerful.

More than two thousand soldiers from the Southern Territory felt their blood boiling, overcome with excitement and enthusiasm.

Unsure who, someone suddenly called out loudly, "The Northern King is mighty, the Northern King is majestic!"

Following that came a flood of shouts, "The Northern King is mighty, the Northern King is majestic, the Northern King is peerlessly graceful, unmatched in his energy!" Stay connected via empire

"To the Northern King..."

For a moment, these more than two thousand elite soldiers from the Southern Territory all knelt on one knee, showing the highest form of respect to this Northern Border King.

Although they were soldiers of the Southern Territory and Ye Feng was the Northern King, not subject to the same command, Ye Feng's display of bold courage not only upheld the dignity of the Southern Territory but also highlighted the grand stature of Xuanyuan Nation, deeply impressing them.

This is the presence of a king!

Ye Feng looked over the more than two thousand soldiers, even noticing that Lan Youzhong, the Great Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Territory, was also kneeling on one knee.

Of course, Ye Feng did not respond. After all, he was the Northern King, and the Southern King Dugu Ming was still present; he had to leave some dignity for others.

Ye Feng waved his hand, and Hong Qingyan began pushing the wheelchair, slowly heading toward the exit of the arena.

The more than two thousand soldiers from the Southern Territory stood up, their bodies rigid, all watching him and saluting with the utmost military honors as they watched the Northern King leave.

Although a red-robed lama had been beheaded, the Quasi-Wheel Grand Zen Master did not dare make another sound. He had no doubt that if he were to continue speaking arrogantly, he would likely be the next one to lose his head.

Because he had just seen that the Northern Border King was truly ruthless, his whole body radiated a chilling murderous aura, and it was certainly not for show!

Soon, more than a dozen haughty lamas from the Brahma Kingdom arrived, but they ended up fleeing in a desolate manner, like stray dogs.

As for the Four Great Protectors, they looked at each other, you looked at me and I looked at you, with their faces reflecting complex and shocked expressions.

They could not fathom that Northern King Ye Feng, a cripple in a wheelchair with broken legs, managed to flip over the Reincarnation Wheel Grand Zen Master with just one palm strike!

One should know that this Quasi-Wheel Zen Master was someone who had attained the Arhat Fruit Position, a true Martial King with profound and domineering power, a fact that all four of them had experienced. Yet even this Martial King, the Reincarnation Wheel Grand Zen Master, couldn't withstand a single move from Ye Feng.

So how powerful was Northern King Ye Feng's power exactly?

At this thought, the Four Protectors felt a chill surge from the soles of their feet, their whole bodies turning cold, and they couldn't help but shiver slightly.

They dared not imagine what would happen if Northern King Ye Feng had directed his attack at them just now. If the Northern King truly wanted to kill them, wouldn't it be as easy as squashing an ant?

"What should we do now?" the Four Protectors suddenly asked in a low voice.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask? This Northern King has hidden his capabilities so deeply. However, I can tell that he doesn't want to kill us, whether out of disdain to lift his hand or for some other reason, but I have the feeling that he likely won't kill us!" the Third Protector analyzed.

The Second Protector said, "But no matter what, our actions just now..."

At this, he simply couldn't continue.

At this time, the Great Protector suddenly let out a long sigh, saying, "Alas, to think that we four brothers made our names in the Southern Territory in our early years, then followed the Old Southern King in campaigns across the land, considering ourselves figures of some standing. But now we realize... we were nothing but frogs in a well, it's all meaningless!"

"The four of us should go and apologize for our mistakes," the Great Protector said, then hurriedly went after Ye Feng, the other three protectors following quickly behind.

Seeing this, Dugu Ming hesitated briefly before he, too, chased after them.

Soon more than two thousand soldiers on the training ground dispersed, leaving only the Hengling Domain Lord, the Lord of Nan Dong, and the Hundred Herbs Realm Lord on the vast training ground.

"What do we three do now? Can it be that we also have to grovel and apologize like those four old dogs?" the Hundred Herbs Realm Lord asked through clenched teeth.

"That's impossible. I am a dignified Domain Lord. Even when the Old Southern King was alive, I never kneeled. To kowtow to that cripple, that's absolutely out of the question!" the Lord of Nan Dong said coldly.

The Hengling Domain Lord furrowed his brows tightly and stood silent in the dark night.

Xiao Jingyuan from the Hundred Herbs Realm couldn't help but say coldly, "Speak up, old ghost of Hengling. I've heard that even your Chief Instructor in the Hengling Domain was crippled by that brat!"

The Hengling Domain Lord suddenly sneered, "Apologize by kowtowing? You overestimate that brat. To be fair, he does have some skills, but don't forget that the Northern Territory is now in chaos—it's a complete mess. Zhu Guangbo from the Zhu Family in the imperial capital is now the acting ruler of the Northern Territory.

Have you ever thought about why this Ye fellow has not returned to the Northern Territory until now?"

All three asked in unison, "Why?"

The Hengling Domain Lord snorted coldly, "What else could be the reason? Of course it's because he dares not. Because he knows that the moment he steps into the Northern Border, his death is certain. Zhu Family would never want to see that happen. And it's not just the Zhu Family—a number of ancient noble clans in the imperial capital don't want to see him return either.

So we have nothing to worry about. That kid won't live long!"

"Indeed, the old ghost of Hengling has a point!" The Lord of Nan Dong nodded again and again.

The Hengling Domain Lord bared his teeth in a cold smile, "In fact, we're worrying unnecessarily. Forget about him wanting to return to the Northern Territory, he won't even be able to leave the Southern Territory. The grey-robed swordsman he defeated just now is the favored disciple of the contemporary sect leader of the Heng Mountain Sword Sect.

Think about it, would the Heng Mountain Sword Sect let him leave the Southern Territory alive?"

At this remark, all three Domain Lords laughed together unanimously.