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

Gai Jiutian did not bother to check whether the Martial King was alive or dead, nor did he wait for the owner of the voice to show up. He sheathed his sword and, without looking back, dashed northward.

One Martial King could not stop him.

After Gai Jiutian's figure had completely vanished into the distance, a kind-looking old man slowly appeared beside the snow pit. With a stomp of his foot, a bleeding figure suddenly flew out.

"I don't care how you vie and scheme in the shadows, but tell the people behind this that I have only one son. If he dies, I will seek them out one by one to settle the score, slaying gods if they block my path and Buddhas if they stand in my way."

In the vague background, a black Great Sword manifested behind the old man, its aura challenging the heavens.

"Gai Dugu, peerless Iron Sword!"

The Martial King who had been thrust into the pit, after all, was not dead. He looked at the Iron Sword, which gradually disappeared into the sky, his face filled with terror.

The once Gai Dugu, wielding a Black Iron Sword, had single-handedly defeated the entire Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sect, killing until no one in Xuanyuan Nation dared to claim supremacy before him. The reason the Valley of the Medicine God still stands today is precisely because of such a fearsome figure's presence.

What does it mean when people are born under the same sky but live different lives?

Gai Jiutian is such a person.

If Leng Wuming had witnessed this scene, he would surely have been astonished by how different it is for those with a strong backing. At this moment, he was facing a great predicament himself, with five Great Grandmasters coming to intercept him, two of whom were of the same cultivation level as him, in the Half-Step Martial King Realm.

"Last time you escaped, this time you won't be so lucky."

Leng Wuming looked at one of the masked men and spoke. He would never forget the aura of the person who had caused him to lose his left arm.

Mountain Eagle's ace assassin!

The title of ace is given because such individuals are outstanding among Mountain Eagle's ace assassins. There are only seven in total, known externally as the Seven Kings of Assassins. Although their rank is below that of the Eight Protectors, their combat power is above them.

Enemies often cross each other's path!

No, it's more accurate to say that on a narrow path, the brave emerges victorious. Judging from their intent, it's clear they want to eliminate me swiftly. Leng Wuming understood very well that today neither would let the other off easily.

"Escape?"

"Leng Wuming, do you really think you are that strong? If someone hadn't wanted to keep you alive, you wouldn't have had the chance to stand before me today."

The masked assassin pointed out by Leng Wuming looked at him with disdain in his eyes.

If he could sever Leng Wuming's arm at the height of his power, why couldn't he just flee for his life after being severely injured?

"Li, don't waste words."

A masked elderly figure beside the assassin spoke coldly.

"Understood!"

"I humbly request the Three Protectors to allow me to handle this person."

Every King of Assassins is a proud and solitary figure, and this one, codenamed Li, apparently wanted to prove his point.

On one hand, the two leaders of Mountain Eagle were conversing; on the other, Leng Wuming was sending messages to Yu Nan:

"I will distract the five of them for you. You must escape on your own. Whether or not you make it out alive will depend on fate. I hope they haven't left any tricks up their sleeve to catch you."

Clearly, facing Mountain Eagle's five raging powerhouses, Leng Wuming knew his odds of winning were not very great.

"Sir, I am your protector. As a protector, how can I flee the battlefield when my master is in peril?"

Yu Nan's face was grim.

He too was a Grandmaster, but as an independent cultivator with rough skills, facing an adversary of the same level was challenging enough, let alone two at once, which would certainly mean a grim fate.

This Grandmaster who had just expressed willingness to follow him did not think of fleeing, which to Leng Wuming's surprise, prompted him to say:

"You don't need to get involved in this mess with me."

If the Leng Wuming from before simply did not want a life unrelated to him to be lost because of his situation, now he truly hoped Yu Nan wouldn't die.

This man, who used to rely on his powerful martial arts skills to bully others within a Martial Alliance in Beiping, was not without means.

"Sir, I have made my decision."

"If I should die in battle today, I only hope that the Great General of Nation Guard will hear of this matter and avenge me in the future."

Yu Nan was ready to risk it all, aware that Leng Wuming had not yet truly recognized him as his protector.

This was his chance!

If he could be remembered by the future Great General after his death, his lifelong pursuit of martial arts would not have been in vain.

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Leng Wuming drew his sword from its sheath, deciding that speaking too much would seem pretentious.

"Kill!"

On the other hand, Mountain Eagle's Three Protectors agreed to Li's request. While it somewhat displeased him, he knew that not all the Kings of Assassins could be controlled at the Eight Protectors' will.

They were just protectors, while the Seven Kings of Assassins were the elite of the direct lineage nurtured by the Eagle Lord, obeying only the Eagle Lord's commands.

In the act of unsheathing his sword, Li's figure instantly disappeared from sight, and his three ace assassins charged towards Leng Wuming. The true Kings of Assassins would patiently wait for the perfect moment to deliver their lethal blow.

"Damn it all!"

Seeing the Three Protectors approaching, Yu Nan cursed outright. What about the dignity of a Great Grandmaster?

With life hanging by a thread, who cared about that anymore?

"Tough talk."

The Three Protectors' face twitched, as he burst forward and launched a powerful punch at Yu Nan.

"Fiery Blade Technique!"

Turning to Leng Wuming, as he faced the three ace assassins, he brandished his sword, striking out with a series of fiery blade shadows.

Centered around Leng Wuming, with the blade as his arm, the fierce attacks of three assassins were all parried by him one by one. In contrast, the Blade Gang Energy he slashed out forced the three assassins to keep retreating, their faces filled with shock and uncertainty.

Having lost an arm, he was even fiercer than before?

"Red Wind Blade, Soul Twist!"

In an instant, a long red arc flashed, and Leng Wuming repelled the three assassins in one go. His right hand wielding the Fiery Sun Blade suddenly began to spin conspicuously in his palm.

As the fiery red roulette danced wildly with Leng Wuming's movements, he did not attack the three Heaven-ranked assassins but charged towards the Three Protectors instead.

"You dare to be distracted and help others while battling me."

After Leng Wuming turned around, Li's figure appeared, swinging his most exquisite sword move without hesitation.

Crimson Fire Sword!

Of the same fiery red color as Leng Wuming's, the blood-colored sword light swung by Li was even more intense, like fiery snakes dancing in the air.

Three streaks of sword light, arriving in a flash.

"Go!"

Leng Wuming threw the Fiery Sun Blade in his hand, then turned back with a cold smile towards Li, as a tiny, transparent fiery red blade flew out from between his eyebrows.

"Blade Intent, or Blade Spirit?"

Li looked terrified, wondering how Leng Wuming could possess something that shouldn't be mastered at his realm.

Escape!

Faced with this move deliberately reserved for him, Li did not hesitate. Abandoning his offensive, he swung one fiery red Sword Net after another.

Shh! One by one,

The tiny blade, indestructible, pierced through the Sword Net, and together with Li, vanished into thin air.

"Such a pity."

Leng Wuming looked at the bloodstain left on the ground, his expression grim. The Blade Spirit, not easy to condense from the Fiery Sun Blade, had been wasted—Li wasn't dead.

What kind of weapon was this?

Facing the Fiery Sun Blade coming at him, one of the Three Protectors had a hint of fear in his eyes, for the blade seemed to possess a life of its own, which was not a quality normal blades of this world could have.

"To think a mere blade could restrain me, wishful thinking."

The Great Protector's fists turned dark as night. He cultivated the Iron Sand Palm, a first-class palm technique, and his entire combat power relied on his fists, hard as ironstone.

With his fist lifted, the Great Protector abandoned the disheartened Yu Naan and, with the posture of a godly drummer, smashed towards the Fiery Sun Blade. His fists swung down fiercely, causing snow and ice to scatter all around.

Boom! One by one,

The Fiery Sun Blade was smashed down by him, but the Great Protector's arms were forcefully broken by his own effort.

"Aow!"

The Great Protector howled in pain, the sturdiness of the blade surpassing his expectations. The force rebounding back had broken both of his arms.

This!

Leng Wuming's face showed a strange expression. He had seen foolish people, but never someone as foolish as this—who the hell gave him the confidence to smash the Fiery Sun Blade with his arm?

Did he really think the blade had no temper?

Fortunately, the Great Protector, now unable to use his arms, was like a beast that had lost its sharpest fangs. Facing Yu Naan, the latter was under much less pressure.

Sure enough, Yu Naan, looking at the Great Protector who was wailing even more miserably than himself, immediately regained his spirits and, without a second word, charged toward him.

Sato Shinichi had once said that the Iron Head Technique in this world was a shameless Kung Fu. But no matter what kind of Kung Fu, for an Independent Cultivator, obtaining it was a rare blessing.

Yu Naan cultivated a Dao Technique similar to the Golden Body Path, his physical toughness far exceeded that of a normal Grandmaster. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the Great Protector's blows for so long without any serious fatal injury.

Thus, the scene turned into Yu Naan beating up the fallen foe.

"Die!"

With no need to take care of Yu Nan anymore, Leng Wuming launched another fierce attack on the three watchful assassins. The Fiery Sun Blade flashed out of thin air, returning to his hand.

The Blade Energy was even more ferocious than before.

"Fiery Sun Blade, Scorching Heart!"

One divided into two, two into four, four into myriad images. The Fiery Sun Blade in Leng Wuming's hands changed as if a thousand blades burst forth, killing towards the three assassins.

"Condensing Formation!"

Seeing this, the three joined forces instead of fighting separately.

Clang! One by one,

A succession of blade touches rang out, and the assassins felt increasingly colder with each block because Leng Wuming's blades seemed endless, each one as real as the other.

We're going to die!

Just as the three were about to despair, three Crimson Fire Swords broke through the blade shadows, stabbing towards the very center of Leng Wuming.

In the end, behind Leng Wuming, a figure appeared at some unknown time, executing the same move as Li.

King of Assassins—the Heaven and Earth Combination—where there was a Heaven-ranked lead assassin, there must also be an Earth-ranked assassin lurking; something Leng Wuming didn't know.

"Die!"

A black Great Sword came with the wind, easily repelling the Earth-ranked assassin hiding behind Leng Wuming to who knows where.

"Die again!"

Another sweeping sword strike, cutting all of Leng Wuming's enemies in front of him at the waist.