The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

It should be known that among Luoying, the Storm Envoy was famously proud and would never take the initiative to approach anyone. Even in the presence of the Sword Emperor Commander, the Storm Envoy's attitude didn't change much.

Yet now, the Storm Envoy had actually taken the initiative to approach Ye Feng, which surprised everyone.

The Storm Envoy walked up to Ye Feng and stared intently at him. Observing this scene, the crowd revealed intense interest in their eyes. By this point, Ye Feng was already well known by everyone in Luoying.

Everyone knew that Ye Feng had just joined Luoying, and in less than a month, he had risen from the First Layer Heaven all the way to the Nine-layered Heaven, also becoming one of the seven envoys. Such a record was unprecedented in the history of Luoying and had only been accomplished by Ye Feng.

Therefore, everyone eagerly anticipated what kind of spark would be struck between Ye Feng and the Storm Envoy.

The Storm Envoy, with a cold look at Ye Feng, said, "Ye Feng, are you ready?"

Ye Feng was taken aback and asked, "Ready for what?"

"Ready to become my defeated subordinate!" The Storm Envoy's eyes were filled with immense confidence.

Ye Feng suddenly realized and then showed a relaxed smile, "You are not my match..."

At the sight of Ye Feng's demeanor, the Storm Envoy furrowed his brows. Since joining Luoying, the Storm Envoy had never been so belittled, which caused him great discomfort.

"I hope you'll give it your all. Don't disappoint me like the last time!" said the Storm Envoy.

"The four commanders have arrived!" But before Ye Feng could respond, a voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Boom!" In an instant, a terrifying pressure, like a massive and sturdy Heavenly Waterfall, descended from the sky and struck the tops of everyone's heads. Feeling the overwhelming pressure, everyone felt suppressed and uncomfortable, and a deep tremor of fear arose in their hearts. They all looked towards the direction from which the pressure had come.

In the western side of the Martial Arts Arena, four silhouettes appeared in the sky.

Each person stood in the Void, with Conception swirling above their heads, casting a faint glow.

Each of these four people exuded a terrifying pressure, and the pressure like the Heavenly Waterfall had erupted from them.

Among the four, the leader was a middle-aged man holding a black sword. He stood in the Void like a peerless godly sword floating in space, exuding an overpowering aura.

Right behind him was a handsome middle-aged man, whose eyebrows emitted sharp Sword Qi.

There was also a burly man with a build like a mountain who wore boxing gloves.

Lastly, there was a kindly looking elder in ninja attire, who, despite his gentle appearance, gave off an unfathomable aura, indiscernible in joy or sorrow.

These four were none other than the four great commanders of Luoying: the Sword Emperor Commander, the Sword Saint Commander, the Fist Emperor Commander, and the Ninja Emperor Commander.

Upon their arrival, the entire Martial Arts Arena fell silent; everyone held their breath, their eyes showing reverence for the four commanders.

The four, like high and supreme Heavenly Gods, slowly walked towards the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

On the field of the Martial Arts Arena, war drums thundered like rolling thunder. A Martial Artist at the Great Perfection held a drumstick two meters long, drumming on a gigantic war drum.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sounds of war drums reverberated through the Void.

The soundwaves flowed, and with every step they took upon the Void, it was as if they were walking through space itself, their footsteps accompanying the sound of the war drums.

All were captivated by the grandeur of the four commanders, admiration welling up in their hearts.

With every step they took in the Void, ripples spread out as if the Void itself dipped with their weight.

In a short while, the four commanders reached the judges' seats. The highest host for this Martial Arts Contest was the Luoying Leader, the greatest figure under the Second God, the Sword Emperor Commander, with the other three commanders serving as judges just like him.

Arriving above the judges' area, the four commanders slowly descended, landing directly in their designated seats.

Their movements were synchronized, almost simultaneously sitting down in their judges' seats.

"Greetings to the commanders!" Almost in unison, everyone shouted loudly and neatly knelt on one knee.

Yet, in the whole arena, two people remained standing, shining brightly and immediately recognizable.

Everyone knelt on one knee, except for these two, who stood erect amidst the crowd.

These two were none other than Ye Feng and the Storm Envoy.

Neither Ye Feng nor the Storm Envoy knelt. It was understood why the Storm Envoy did not, as he was previously one of the four commanders and didn't need to bow to his peers, something the Sword Emperor Commander and the others had tacitly agreed upon. But everyone was surprised that Ye Feng didn't kneel.

At this moment, the Flame Envoy anxiously looked at Ye Feng and loudly said, "Vajra Messenger, what are you doing? Kneel and pay your respects quickly!"

However, Ye Feng just stood still, unmoving, gazing at the four commanders.

It was as if he hadn't heard the Flame Envoy's words, which made the Flame Envoy quite anxious.

Relaxation shone in Ye Feng's eyes, causing the four commanders, particularly the Sword Saint Commander, to frown deeply.

Especially the Sword Saint Commander, who glared furiously at Ye Feng, wishing he could slay Ye Feng with his sword immediately.

"How dare you!" The Sword Saint Commander roared and then stood up, glaring at Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, who do you think you are, to not kneel and pay respects upon seeing the four commanders!"

Hearing the Sword Saint Commander's words, Ye Feng replied indifferently, "As I recall, in Luoying, power is revered. I do not think your strength is greater than mine. Why should I kneel?"

"You're courting death!" The Sword Saint Commander bellowed, and suddenly, his whole body surged with Sword Qi. As his voice dropped, he was about to draw his personal longsword, but at that moment, the Sword Emperor Commander stood up and blocked the Sword Saint Commander, looking darkly at Ye Feng.