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

Gusu Murong King's Mansion, originally a garden architecture from the last century, was built against the mountains with small bridges over flowing water. In modern times, such grand garden architecture has been extremely valuable, if not priceless.

Being able to possess such a garden in this day and age sufficiently illustrates the illustrious status of its family.

By late afternoon, the remaining sunlight cast the western sky a blood red, as if stained with blood, inadvertently adding several touches of solemn killing intent.

Three black vehicles suddenly arrived at the spacious square in front of the Murong Mansion gate.

Immediately afterward, five individuals stepped out of the cars in unison, followed by a young man who seemed unable to walk on his own and was supported into a car.

Behind this revolver-toting youth was an extraordinarily beautiful young lady.

This youth was none other than Ye Feng, the august and majestic ruler of the Northern Border!

Ye Feng looked up, surveying the Murong Prince Mansion.

Spanning hundreds of acres, the term 'vast' was fitting to describe it, especially the two stone lions in front of the vermilion gate that exuded a majestic air. Above the gate, four vigorous and powerful characters were inscribed.

"King's Mansion of East River!"

After just a glance, Ye Feng spoke in a deep voice, "Take down that plaque for me!"

"As you command, Master!"

Sima Zhantian, with his rough temper, took the lead and was about to rush over to tear down the vermilion plaque.

However, at that moment, an angry and cold shout rang out, "How dare you! Who is causing trouble at the King's Mansion of East River, tired of living?!"

As the voice fell, suddenly two groups of agile individuals rushed out of the gate, quickly surrounding Ye Feng and the others. Upon closer inspection, there were as many as thirty people, all of whom were martial arts practitioners at the eighth and ninth segments of External Strength.

Then Murong Tongming, flanked by eight Huajin Masters, strode out with an imposing air, accompanied by the bare upper-bodied Elder Xuan Ming.

"Thirty martial artists of the eighth and ninth stages of External Strength, eight Masters of Inner Force, two Huajin Masters—such meager backing, and yet you dare to presumptuously call yourself the King of East River. Truly, I wonder who gave you the audacity and gall!"

Ye Feng let out a cold huff, considering this force to be nothing of significance in his eyes.

Yet among those present, there was one individual who marginally caught his attention—none other than Elder Xuan Ming.

Although Elder Xuan Ming appeared hunched and aged, walking with a shaking gait leaning on a walking stick, Ye Feng could still sense the surging and robust energy inside the old man's body, which also emitted a piercing cold qi.

Murong Tongming, gritting his teeth, said, "So you are Ye Feng, the Ye Feng who killed my son and grandson? Very well, very well, I was planning to head to Jiangnan to exterminate you, but it seems heaven's road was not taken—instead, you stormed into hell!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Lengchan could not help but laugh, shaking her head in exclamation, "So it sounds like the Murong family is the hell on earth? But even if it is hell, today we still intend to level this place!"

Murong Tongming said, "With just six grandmasters, you dare to be so presumptuous. Do you really think the title of Eastern King is just for show? Today I swear, I shall sever your heads and hang them on the gate of the King's Mansion of East River to show everyone, so the people of East and South of the River know the authority of the Eastern King!"

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Under the heavens, aside from the capital, only the Four Realms may claim the title of king. Gusu Murong, a mere secular family, presuming to claim kingship—it's a capital offense."

"Murong Family Members, listen! Lay down your weapons and do not resist, and I may spare you from death. Otherwise, none shall be pardoned!"

Murong Tongming suddenly burst into a loud laugh as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world. Explore more adventures at empire

Then Elder Xuan Ming bit his lip and enunciated each word, "It was you, the one who killed my two disciples, wasn't it?"

Ye Feng turned his head to look at the old man, the only one present who could slightly command his genuine regard.

"Who are you?" Ye Feng asked.

"Considering who you are, you're not worthy to know my identity. I only ask you, was it you who killed my two precious disciples?"

Elder Xuan Ming coldly shouted again, his presence surging and swirling around him, causing his spacious robe to flutter loudly, displaying an incredibly sharp and terrifying aura.

Ye Feng sized him up with two glances and suddenly laughed, saying, "So, it's one of the Xuan Ming Sect's elders of the 'Xuan' generation. Last century, the Xuan Ming Sect suffered deaths and maimings, some fled, and in the end, only three mediocre elders remained."

"It's just that I don't know whether you are Xuan Bone or Xuan Thorn—or perhaps the least senior and least experienced, Elder Xuan Ming?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Xuan Ming's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he bellowed with a deep voice, "I didn't expect you, boy, to know so much about my Xuan Ming Sect. I'm not afraid to tell you, I am Elder Xuan Ming, and in the Western Region, I'm also known as the Xuan Ming Hero!"

"Xuan Ming Hero?"

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, filled with mockery, which went on for a long while.

Elder Xuan Ming coldly shouted, "Boy, what are you laughing at?"

Ye Feng's laughter stopped abruptly, and his expression became extremely serious. He said word by word, "As the saying goes, 'a hero acts for his country and his people.' Your Xuan Ming Sect, a bunch of traitors seeking glory through betrayal, even dares to call themselves heroes. If your ancestors knew, I'm afraid they couldn't rest peacefully in their graves!"

Elder Xuan Ming was so angry that his face turned ashen and he gritted his teeth, but he didn't know how to retort.

Ye Feng continued earnestly, "Last century, when the country was in chaos, and foreign invaders came, your Xuan Ming Sect from the Western Territory did not think of serving the country or fighting against the enemy; instead, you conspired with foreigners amidst the nation's chaos to profit from the nation's distress.

How does your Xuan Ming Sect still have the face to call itself a reputable sect, and how do you, Elder Xuan Ming, have the face to call yourself a hero?"

Elder Xuan Ming was shaking with rage, grinding his teeth and said word by word, "You, boy, seem to know our Xuan Ming Sect affairs very well. Who on earth are you?"

"Who am I? You're not qualified to know, nor do you deserve to know!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly and went on, "In that battle last century, many true heroes stood up to defend the nation, paying with their lives or becoming maimed, while traitors like you, seeking glory through betrayal, emerged claiming to be heroes. It's truly a case of 'when the great tigers are absent, the monkey calls itself king!'"

Upon being reminded of his scars, Elder Xuan Ming became infuriated and roared skyward, "Ye Feng, you brat, you killed my disciples. Today, I, the great hero, shall have your head fall to the ground!"

Murong Tongming also suddenly shouted, "Murong retainers, heed my command—this man has killed a member of the Murong family. Kill him and you will be handsomely rewarded by me!"

Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged as he said word by word, "Swallow Dock's Gusu Murong, presumptuously claiming royalty, a capital crime, kill; Elder Xuan Ming of the Xuan Ming Sect from the Western Territory, a traitor seeking glory through betrayal, a national thief, kill!"

With those two decisive words, Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, and others sprang into action, each charging forward like a fierce combination of wind, thunder, tigers, and leopards.

In an instant, the broad plaza in front of the Murong Prince Mansion's gate was engulfed in the sounds of battle, plunging into a great war.

"Brat, die at my hands!"

Elder Xuan Ming moved at an astonishingly fast pace, his body turning into a series of afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ye Feng, and then he struck out with his palm.

"Get lost!" Xiao Chuanqi, seeing this, furrowed his brows and met the palm head-on.

Boom...

The palms collided in an instant, erupting with a dull booming sound, and white wisps of Xuan Ming's biting cold Qi suddenly began to shoot out above Elder Xuan Ming's head.

Xiao Chuanqi let out a muffled groan and was pushed back three meters, his entire arm drooping down limply.

"Xuan Ming Divine Palm, I didn't expect it to be so domineering. Let's go again!" Xiao Chuanqi gritted his teeth and was about to rush forward once more.

Seeing this, Ye Feng immediately exclaimed, "Step back, you're not his match yet!"