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

Even Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian could not have imagined that their master had already become a Martial King.

One must know that the current kings of the Four Realms, although revered as supreme leaders, were only at the Ninth Level Peak of the Huajin Master, and the strongest defensive force of the Imperial Capital, the Taishan Net, was merely at the Half-Step Martial King Realm.

Yet now, their own master had already become a true Martial King. How could this not excite Xiao Chuanqi and the others?

"Master, have you truly broken through to the Martial King Realm, a real Martial King? That is the stuff of legends!" Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian were incredibly excited.

They, of course, knew what this meant. Once Ye Feng's strength was made public, he would inevitably rise above the other kings of the Three Realms, and even the King Kao Shan of the kingdom would be pressured by Ye Feng.

It was even very possible that in the near future, Ye Feng would enter the Imperial Capital or become the leader of the Four Realms' kings, completely taking control of the entire Four Realms and possibly becoming the legendary supreme emperor!

Xia Lengchan was also very excited. Only now did she realize what a correct decision she made that morning, to follow this Northern Border King; her future was undoubtedly promising!

Li Jingang and Zhuge Yu exchanged looks, then, in sync, they both dropped to one knee with a thud.

Both of them saluted and said, "Subordinates pay their respects to the master. We are willing to submit and henceforth follow the Northern Border King, willing to accompany the Northern Border King in conquering the world!"

Ye Feng simply nodded slightly, signaling for the two to stand up.

Clearly, Ye Feng was not surprised at the two's willingness to submit; after all, a Martial King represented too much significance and weight.

"During this time, stay here for a while. When the time is ripe, we will proceed to the Southern Territory together," Ye Feng said.

"As you command, master!" said the three, including Xia Lengchan, as they immediately saluted.

They, of course, were very clear about what it meant for this Northern Border King, who had achieved Martial King status, to arrive in the Southern Territory. Without a doubt, it would cause a tremendous uproar, not to mention the remaining great commanders of the Southern Territory.

Most importantly, the Lords of the Nine Domains of the Southern Territory would definitely not submit to the Northern Border King.

After all, the status of the Lords of the Nine Domains was not trivial. Moreover, their roots in the Southern Territory were deep-seated, and even the King of the Southern Territory would find it difficult to make them completely submit, let alone a king who came from an external realm.

"You may leave. During these days, rest well. If my predictions are correct, there may soon be a great battle!" Ye Feng gestured with his hand.

"Yes, we will take our leave now!" Xia Lengchan and the other two said before they exited the hall and moved into the adjacent villa.

Xiao Chuanqi wanted to speak several times, but each time he managed to hold his words back.

Ye Feng looked up at him and said with a smile, "I know there are many questions in your hearts, why I haven't returned to the Northern Border and taken up residence in the Imperial Capital now that my strength has recovered. I can tell you a little: the time is not yet ripe. You may leave."

Xiao Chuanqi saluted immediately and said, "Be assured, master, regardless of any decision you make, we will follow without hesitation. Since the master has no plans to return to the Northern Border for now, there must be a reason. We will take our leave now!"

Ye Feng nodded slightly and, watching the two turn and leave, he said pensively, "A storm is probably coming soon."

At this moment, the night sky over the Southern River Region Jiangnan remained clear as ever, but in the Imperial Capital, thousands of miles away, there truly was lightning, thunder, and a raging storm. Explore stories on empire

Normally in such a furious storm, ordinary people would choose to avoid the rain and not walk the streets, yet at this moment an old, narrow street in the Imperial Capital was occupied by a group of people dashing through the rainy night, dressed in black, wearing black rain capes.

The heavy rain was torrential, and this group of people moved with exceptional speed. If one looked closely, it would be apparent that their feet didn't even touch the ground as they zipped along, seemingly flying through the air.

If Ye Feng had been present, he would have recognized at a glance that all four people in this party were indeed Huajin Grandmasters!

Four Huajin Grandmasters, such a force, whether in any place, in the Four Realms or even among the Aristocratic Clan Gates of the Imperial Capital, could be considered an extremely powerful presence.

The four moved swiftly, turning past a street and then entering the Shicha Sea area. After circling around two dark alleys, they entered an ancient temple that looked somewhat weathered from the outside.

Under the ancient temple's blue lamp, faint sounds of wooden fish being struck and sutras being chanted could be heard amidst the relentless downpour.

These four people skimmed into the ancient temple and then, as if they were familiar with the place, headed straight into the backyard.

The backyard was lit by only one blue lamp, looking very dim. However, eight Taishi Chairs were already fully occupied.

Sitting there, big as life and twice as natural, were eight figures dressed in black and their faces covered by black cloth. Each had a straight back and a sharp gaze, exuding a formidable aura, and they were unmistakably all masters of Grandmaster Level.

All eight of them sat without glancing sideways, with no intention of talking to each other. They didn't even spare a glance for one another.

When the four Huajin Masters entered the Zen Room, the eight seated figures didn't stand up, and they didn't even turn their heads to look at them. The four newly arrived individuals seemed to have no intention of greeting anyone either. They walked straight in and stood firm at the head position, appearing like the Four Great Heavenly Kings.

In such a torrential rainy night, amidst flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder, through the dark alleys and the dilapidated ancient temple, the sounds of sutras and wooden fish mixed with the thunder in a way that was eerily disturbing, as the twelve masked experts in black sat there in silence.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from inside.

"Master has arrived!"

With that announcement, a middle-aged bald monk in a yellow kasaya, with his upper body bare and sticking out a greasy, round belly, walked in.

"Greetings, Master!" Upon seeing the newcomer, the four Huajin Masters who had arrived earlier all stood up straight and saluted the bald Master with respect. Even the eight who were seated stood up at once, showing ample respect for the bald Master.

It was evident that this Master held a very high status, or perhaps his realm or strength was terrifyingly formidable, powerful enough to be respected even by Huajin Masters.

However, the Master was indeed stout and not very tall, with a large belly and a very round face, always wearing a smile, appearing much like the amiable Maitreya Buddha from the outside.

Of course, if those tycoons from the Imperial Capital Dark Forces knew someone called the Master of Shicha Sea amiable, they would surely be stunned.

As a matter of fact, the Master who dominated Shicha Sea was far from being a gentle figure; on the contrary, he was a formidable figure with blood-stained hands and an imposing aura, a true owl of the ages.

The Master always wore a smile on his fat, round face, waving his hand to signal everyone to be at ease. Then he said, "On such a rainy night, I'm truly sorry to have summoned you all here. Thank you for your efforts, it is deeply appreciated."

No one spoke, only watching him quietly, not daring to utter a word at that moment. There was a legend in Shicha Sea that once, while the Master was speaking, a subordinate happened to let out a fart, a loud and embarrassing one at that.

Later, that subordinate died, forced to consume croton oil for three days and nights, ultimately farting and defecating himself to death!

Seeing that no one was speaking, the Master shrugged his shoulders and then said, "Well then, without further ado, I'll get straight to the point. I have some mixed news. The one from the Northern Border isn't dead, but, someone has already found his whereabouts!"