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

"Kill!"

The command to kill was earth-shattering, and all the high-ranking experts of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan sprang into action, each charging into the villa, followed by experts from several major families including Cui Yan.

In an instant, these people had rushed into the courtyard, about to burst into the main hall.

"Seeking death!" Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian were furiously enraged.

"Go, but mind your force," Ye Feng said indifferently with a mere two words. He remained seated in his wheelchair, his face as tranquil as a gentle breeze and soft clouds.

Ye Feng didn't go out. Perhaps to ordinary people, the Leader of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan was an awe-inspiring figure, but in his view, they were merely crawling ants on the ground. There was no need for him to take action personally; having Xiao Chuanqi and the other man was already more than enough.

Murong Zhantian and the others just began to charge in when they saw two towering figures with murderous auras burst through the doors.

"Who are you, and where is that brat Ye Feng? Bring him out to meet his death!" Murong Zhantian bellowed angrily.

"You ants are not worthy of my master showing up!"

"You are the Leader of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan, die!"

Sima Zhantian let out a furious roar and charged forward like a ferocious tiger, his body wrapped in unstoppable Qi Force, undoubtedly displaying the aura of a Huajin Grandmaster.

Murong Zhantian was taken aback, utterly unexpected that the opponent was also a Great Grandmaster—not just one, but two!

"What on earth is going on?" Murong Zhantian suddenly had a terrible premonition.

But the arrow was already let loose, leaving him no time for second thoughts, he had to go and face the challenge.

However, there was no suspense. Even though Murong Zhantian himself was a Huajin Grandmaster, how could he possibly compare to the Commander of the Northern Border Commanding Legion? With just one palm strike, he had already been sent flying.

Sima Zhantian's roar thundered, and he charged out again!

In an instant, the courtyard erupted with thunderous booms, yet it was like a summer rain, fast in its arrival and quick in its departure!

In less than two minutes, the storm had ended, and calm returned to the outside of the courtyard.

Ye Feng was still in the main hall, seated in his wheelchair with a face of tranquility, not at all surprised by the outcome. He gently sipped his tea before setting the cup down and then motioned for Hong Qingyan to wheel him out.

Pushing open the door, the courtyard outside was strewn with about twenty people lying scattered around, many of them clutching their arms and legs, moaning in pain, reminiscent of a garden after a storm had toppled its vases, chaos all around.

Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian still stood there. Seeing Ye Feng emerge, they immediately turned around, bowed deeply, and saluted: "We pay homage to our lord!"

Murong Zhantian lay in the center of the courtyard, his hair in disarray, his breathing erratic, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and twelve of his ribs broken.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Of course, if it were not for Ye Feng's earlier command to be mindful of force, the Leader of the Martial Alliance of the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province would have been a corpse on the ground by now, and everyone present would have been dead.

Murong Zhantian's face was extremely pale, yet his eyes were wide open, his face filled with shock as he stared at Ye Feng, showing fear and disbelief.

He simply could not believe that this young man sitting in a wheelchair had not one, but two Huajin Grandmasters at his command, and that all the power of the high-ranking members of his Martial Alliance was unable to best them, not even getting a glimpse of the opponent.

It was clear to Murong Zhantian that he had suffered a crushing defeat!

Cui Hao and the others felt the same, their faces ashen. They had thought that allying with Murong Zhantian would let them rest easy, but reality proved that they had made yet another wrong choice, and a terribly wrong one at that.

"It's over... it's completely over!" Cui Hao wailed incessantly.

At this moment, the sound of car horns suddenly came from outside the courtyard; a few cars sped in and about ten people jumped out, with Pang Youze and Luo Keque surprisingly among them.

"Mr. Ye, how are you, are you all right?"

"We heard that the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan intends to make a move, we specifically came to help," Pang Youze and Luo Keque exclaimed.

However, when they rushed into the courtyard and saw the scene before them, they were immediately stunned.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, "They're just a few little worms; they can't even touch my toes, no need to panic!"

After saying this, Ye Feng turned his head towards Murong Zhantian, then pushed his wheelchair slowly forward, looking down on him and said, "So you are the Leader of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan, the head of the Murong Family, Murong Zhantian?"

Murong Zhantian clenched his teeth and said, "Who exactly are you? Having two Huajin Grandmasters as subordinates, you are certainly not an ordinary person!"

Ye Feng sneered, "I've said it long ago, my identity is not something you are qualified to know!"

Murong Zhantian, through gritted teeth, said, "To the victor go the spoils; today, I have lost to you and I accept that. But if you do not reveal your identity today, I'm afraid this matter isn't over!"

Ye Feng actually nodded his head and said with a smile, "Of course, you are right, this matter naturally cannot end just like this."

Upon saying this, he sighed lightly then continued, "There's something you, Murong Zhantian, ought to know."

"What should I know?" Murong Zhantian demanded coldly.

Although he had lost, even though his ribs were broken and he was temporarily devoid of combat power, he was not afraid. Not to mention he was the Leader of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan, he had the backing of the Headquarters of the Martial Alliance in the Imperial Capital above him, and just his family background alone made him not someone the common folk could provoke.

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Even the ordinary Aristocratic Clan Gates from the Imperial Capital wouldn't dare to easily provoke him, and it was for this reason that Murong Zhantian dared to be so fearless and confident!

Ye Feng said, "You should know that you are not worthy of being the Leader of the Martial Alliance, and more importantly, you should know that you deserve to die!"

Murong Zhantian's expression grew sharp, and he exclaimed in shock, "What did you say? You want to kill me, do you dare to kill me? Do you know who I am..."

Before he could finish, Ye Feng's cold voice interrupted, "For the others, given they were not the main culprits, I might spare their lives, but you must die!"

Murong Zhantian still couldn't believe it, but at that moment he suddenly saw the young man in the wheelchair wave his hand, and the burly middle-aged man behind him charged forward.

He finally realized that the other party was not bluffing; the opponent truly dared to kill!

In that moment, Murong Zhantian was enveloped by a chill; he knew death was certain, and he burst out hysterically, "You surnamed Ye, I am the outer nephew of the King of Gusu Murong of Jiangdu; if you dare to kill me, the Murong King of Gusu, East River, will not let this go! You best think this through."

Ye Feng's eyebrows raised as he asked, "The Murong King of Gusu, East River?"

"Exactly, our branch in the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province of Gusu Murong is but a branch, the direct lineage of the Zhu Family in the East River. The Gusu Murong legacy has lasted a thousand years and is the real Martial Arts Family; the King of Gusu Murong is a true king of his generation!"

Murong Zhantian roared angrily, seeing the other party's hesitation, he couldn't help but smirk inwardly, thinking that now you're finally realizing the magnitude of the situation.

However, Ye Feng's brow furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "The world has always known only the kings of the Four Realms; a small family of Gusu, Jiangdu, dares to claim kingship, a False King?"

"Kill him and send his head over to the Murong Mansion in Gusu, East River!" With a wave of Ye Feng's Great Hand, the head of Murong Zhantian instantly fell to the ground.

Even as his head hit the ground, this Leader of the Martial Alliance of Southern River Region Jiangnan still had his eyes wide open in disbelief. He simply couldn't accept that the other party had indeed dared to act. Of course, Murong Zhantian had no knowledge of Ye Feng's identity. Had he known, perhaps he would have died with his eyes closed.