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

Master's words did not stir any emotions among those present. Clearly, they were already aware before they came; otherwise, there would have been no need for their presence.

Of course, Master was aware of this as well, but he still had to speak.

"I, Master, truly did not expect that the one from the Northern Border could be so lucky—fleeing for thousands of miles and still managing to survive!"

At this point, the Master, with a smile on his face, laughed heartily, "However, this time, even if he were the Great Luo Immortal reincarnated, I fear he would not be able to escape with his life!"

A man in black sitting at the lower left sneered, "That's only natural. As the saying goes, 'a tall tree catches the wind.' Those who want him dead are numerous!"

Master's eyebrows twitched slightly, displaying a trace of displeasure, but he did not erupt on the spot. After all, he knew that the eight people sitting here were no ordinary individuals; they were representatives from various aristocratic clan gates of the Imperial Capital.

Although he did not know the exact backgrounds of these eight people, the familial powers they represented were all exceedingly fearsome.

As for the four Huajin Masters who entered later, they were no ordinary characters either. They were the Four Great Protectors of the Mountain Eagle!

"Since you all are ready, I, Master, will not prattle on. Let's set out now. Three days from now, I hope to hear good news from you all!"

Having said this, Master licked his round belly and leisurely walked into the rear courtyard of the Ancient Temple. He was just a middleman drawing these major clans of the Imperial Capital nobility together.

Of course, everyone was also aware that this Master was merely a frontman pushed into the spotlight by others. Behind him, there certainly lay even more terrifying forces!

Everyone couldn't help but be curious. With Master of Shicha Sea already having significant power, there was still someone who could make him move. It seemed that the power behind the scenes must be exceptionally extraordinary!

As Master's figure disappeared into the Buddha hall of the Ancient Temple, the eight individuals all stood up simultaneously. Still, without exchanging a word, each one turned and left, along with the four Huajin Masters of Mountain Eagle, all stepping into the rainy night together.

Eight experts, along with the four Huajin Grandmaster Protectors of the Mountain Eagle organization, twelve people in total, took advantage of the rainy night to board a plane and immediately rushed to the Southern River Region Jiangnan.

Perhaps it was because of their arrival that the heavy rain was also brought to the Provincial City.

All night long, the Provincial City was battered by fierce winds and torrential rain. Even the water level of Jiangnan River outside the villa had risen significantly overnight.

The villa was quiet. Ye Feng had already returned to his bedroom. After a night of cultivation, he had unclogged several more acupoints. He now had eighteen acupoints opened, and his Inner Strength was incredibly surging and robust.

However, in the latter half of the night, the sense of unease in Ye Feng's heart grew stronger, and even his eyelids were twitching incessantly.

Unable to continue his cultivation calmly, he simply sat in his wheelchair and moved out of the bedroom downstairs, then went out to the courtyard.

Despite the torrential downpour, Ye Feng's clothes remained dry. A faint white Qi Blade enveloped his body, keeping the rain at bay.

The villa was enclosed by an iron-gate door, and from the courtyard, one could see the raging water of the Jiangnan River outside.

The river roared eastward, and suddenly, Ye Feng saw twelve figures in black, moving through the rain, approaching ominously along the Jiangnan River.

"It seems my premonition was right, they have finally come," Ye Feng said, his expression unchanged.

Compared to the previous ambush in the Capital Region, he had grown far stronger and was no longer the same as before.

Ye Feng slowly pushed his wheelchair, taking the initiative to leave the courtyard, crossing a road, and arriving at the riverbank.

At that moment, Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhan Tian, and others also heard the commotion, leaping out from a nearby villa. They were joined by Xia Lengchan, Li Jingang, and Zhuge Yu.

"You mongrel curs dare to attempt an assassination on our lord, you must be weary of living!"

Sima Zhan Tian roared in anger, brandishing a massive, sharp Ghost Head Broadsword that had appeared in his hand at some unnoticed moment.

Xiao Chuanqi's hand held a sword as well—a flexible and sharp sword, while Li Jingang held a pair of Great Iron Hammers, Zhuge Yu had an Iron Bone Fan, and Xia Lengchan wore a pair of sharp gauntlets.

The five of them stood side by side, positioning themselves behind Ye Feng!

As for Seventeen, he didn't appear because Ye Feng had asked him to stay in the villa, secretly protecting Hong Qingyan in case the enemy had any tricks up their sleeve.

The twelve black-clad Grandmaster assassins were emanating an imposing aura of murder. None of them spoke; after crossing the South River, some flipped onto the riverbank's willow trees, and others landed on the rooftops. Read new chapters at empire

Boom...

Suddenly, the sky dome lit up with lightning and thunder.

At that moment, out of nowhere, a fierce shout erupted, "Kill!"

In an instant, the twelve Grandmaster assassins sprang into action. Some threw countless flying darts as hidden weapons that whizzed through the rain curtain toward Ye Feng, while others scattered a white powder into the sky, which seemed to be a deadly poison.

Moreover, seven or eight Grandmaster-level experts launched movement techniques like a thunderclap, making explosive attacks at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng did not move; he still sat in his wheelchair, seemingly unshakably calm and composed.

Compared to the previous assassination attempt in the Capital Region, he now appeared much stronger in both spirit and strength. At this moment, his regal demeanor was beyond doubt.

"Kill!" Sima Zhantian leaped into the air, his Ghost Head Broadsword sweeping across the sky, slashing at an oncoming expert.

His stature was imposing, managing to fight three against one, suppressing three Grandmaster-level experts by himself.

Xiao Chuanqi soared upwards, his wrist flickering, sword flowers shimmering, swiftly knocking down the hidden weapons aimed at Ye Feng.

In no time, all the masters had sprung into action. On the banks of the South River amidst the torrential night rain, a colossal battle erupted.

Ye Feng sat in his wheelchair, watching the fray. After only a short glance, he let out a cold laugh.

"They've only sent twelve Grandmaster-level experts; they didn't even do as well as the last time. Looks like they really don't give face to me, the King of the Northern Border!"

Ye Feng chuckled coldly, giving a slight shake of his head. He had thought that this time the enemy would send even more formidable assassins and that the traitor lurking in the shadows would be unable to contain himself and would come out to attack.

But now it seemed he had overestimated them!

However, on second thought, it was normal. After the last assassination attempt, he had been gravely wounded, his legs were broken, and the enemy must have believed his combat power had diminished, which is why they had only dispatched twelve Grandmaster-level experts.

The battle was as tumultuous as a storm, coming swiftly and ending just as quickly. In the blink of an eye, six black-clothed experts had been slain, and the rest were firmly suppressed, about to fall and meet their death.

Seeing this, Ye Feng's gaze sharpened, and he suddenly shouted, "Leave one alive!"

Xiao Chuanqi, who could have killed an enemy with a palm strike, stopped upon hearing the order. Then he soared high, snatching the already injured enemy below like a Great Peng spreading its wings.

"Damn it, this guy was prepared. Not only have two commanders come from the Northern Border, but they've also brought three additional experts. The intelligence was wrong; we must retreat immediately!"

"It's too late to retreat, we must fight to the death!"

But just as the two finished speaking, heads soared into the air, and another five fell within moments.

Under Ye Feng's command, though there were only five people, each was a veteran expert. Moreover, Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian were among the top-tier Huajin Grandmasters.

Xiao Chuanqi reached out with a Great Hand, subduing the enemy and finally capturing a live one.

"Speak, who sent you?" Xiao Chuanqi's gaze was piercing; he naturally understood the reason his lord wanted a survivor.

Who knew the person would just grin and say, "If I don't speak, only I die; if I do, three hundred of my family will perish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man bit his own tongue and committed suicide.

Ye Feng's brows lifted, he said nothing, and wheeled himself back to the villa.