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

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Power can drive people insane.

Atop Sky Sword Peak, Ye Feng stood alone on the summit, his mind endlessly pondering the words Cao Yi had said the day before. Behind him, danced the Black Dragon Banner of the Northern Border, swaying in the wind. Adorned on the flag was an exquisitely lifelike Five-clawed Flood Dragon, its entire body black, and the way it raised its head as though it could command the storms and the winds.

This flag, within the Northern Border and even throughout the Xuanyuan Nation, was unique and known as the Black Dragon Banner.

On the distant Azure Cloud Peak, there stood another large flag. Unlike Ye Feng's Black Dragon Banner, Zhu Guangbo's banner was embroidered with a Northeast Tiger roaring towards the sky.

He was not truly the Northern Border King and dared not fly the same flag as Ye Feng.

But if he could seize the flag behind Ye Feng, then from that day forward, the Black Dragon Banner would belong to him, Zhu Guangbo, by right and no one could dispute that.

"The Black Dragon Banner, which Ning Tianya regarded as more important than his own life, do you think if it were lost to Ye Feng, he would be tormented to death?"

On Azure Cloud Peak, there were a total of three people, two of whom were masked men in black, both sitting cross-legged beside the Tiger Banner, their composure incredibly arrogant, not once looking directly at Zhu Guangbo from the beginning until the end.

"Of course."

The person on the left immediately replied.

From their tones, it seemed as though they held endless resentment towards the Old Northern King who had already passed away.

"If the two distinguished ones are so fond of the Black Dragon Banner, this humble one may not be talented but is determined to seize it for the distinguished ones as a congratulating gift."

Zhu Guangbo slightly furrowed his brows after hearing this, his tone sycophantic.

What was the origin of these two people?

Zhu Guangbo himself did not know, only aware that these were individuals arranged by that masked Young Master, and even people from the imperial capital had to obey them. Furthermore, the two of them had taken up the mission to be stationed at the main peak by themselves.

"Zhu Guangbo, I advise you not to play any clever tricks."

"To be a dog, just obey orders. The Black Dragon Banner belongs to the Young Master, and only the person the Young Master wishes to grant it to can possess it."

To their surprise, the right-sided black-clothed man, rather than being pleased, scolded and warned Zhu Guangbo.

"Your Excellency is absolutely correct."

Zhu Guangbo hurriedly bowed his head in response, his expression hidden behind his face unseen.

The public's choice?

To say Northeast Tiger, at best, is just a pet cat being manipulated by others; in the struggle of the Vast Sea, minor characters are only suitable to be chess pieces under the hands of the mighty.

Since they are chess pieces, they could at any time be discarded, all dependent on the whims of the mighty; no one knows the eyes hidden under Zhu Guangbo's mask held a trace of stubborn unwillingness.

In terms of the weight of a chess piece, he knew he could not compare to Ye Feng, because the latter and that masked Young Master were the true strategists, while Zhu Guangbo was merely a spokesperson pushed to the forefront.

"Kill!"

Amidst the frost and snow, at the border between Lu Mountain and Heavenly Sound Mountain, a battle was about to commence between the forces of Ye Feng and Zhu Guangbo.

Over a hundred Grandmasters and more than a dozen Martial Kings commenced their first round of confrontation, and surprisingly, it seemed as though the people from both sides recognized each other and each sought out their own opponents.

Damn it, what's going on here?

This is the Central Battlefield, where Ye Feng had invested the most troops. The people brought by Cao Yi were the strongest and most numerous among those who came to support him, and were now all deployed here.

The original plan was to catch the enemy unawares, attempting a direct assault at the heart.

Yet it seemed as if the opponent had a similar strategy?

Looking at Zhu Guangbo's forces, it was clear that they were both more numerous and stronger than Ye Feng's side.

If it's not a coincidence, then there must be a traitor among those close to the ruler!

The more Zhan Tian fought, the grimmer his expression became. The forces sent by Zhu Guangbo continued to grow as they flanked from both sides, clearly intending to swallow up the ruler's troops.

"Sire, we've encountered a formidable ambush, their numbers surpass ours, and the reinforcements are still increasing. If we don't retreat now, I fear…"

Sima Zhantian didn't finish his sentence.

As a combat fanatic, Sima Zhantian, of course, wanted to fight to the end, but tactically speaking, this was not the time for rash actions.

"Lv Bugui, the day you killed my brother, I thought you'd hide away in the Yang Family for life and never come out again. Didn't expect to run into you here today."

In the snowy landscape, one of Ye Feng's Martial Kings suddenly abandoned his original opponent, charging toward a distant Peak Grandmaster.

Who is this now?

The Yang Family, could it be someone from the imperial Yang Family?

Sima Zhantian clenched his teeth in frustration, wanting to smash the head of this disorderly Martial King. Acting like this wasn't helping, it was diminishing their high-end combat power.

"Join forces to take him down."

The Martial King, who had been fighting Zhang Che, immediately received a telepathic message and without any hesitation, chased after the man.

"Zhang Che is here too, help me, someone save me!"

Upon seeing Zhang Che charging towards him, the Peak Grandmaster named Lv Bugui instantly panicked. He shook off his opponent and fled without a second thought.

But how could a Grandmaster outpace a Martial King running at full speed?

In just a moment, Zhang Che caught up, and with an angry blow, aimed for Lv Bugui's back, blasting a blossom of blood into the snowy field.

"Die!"

Just when Zhang Che was successful, an attack from a Martial King surged toward him from behind, a sword thrust like a shooting star.

Too late!

Only then did Zhang Che realize something was wrong. He had acted impulsively, taking down his target too easily, not realizing the enemy was willing to sacrifice a Peak Grandmaster to catch him off guard.

"With his death, you must die too."

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Sima Zhantian's Flowing Wind Fist came from behind; he didn't save Zhang Che, using such a fool to also take down an opponent's Martial King was absolutely worth it.

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Self-rescue!

In just an instant, the Martial King who ambushed Zhang Che made his decision, resolutely abandoning his attempt to kill the former and turning to confront Sima Zhantian instead.

Where did this pig-headed idiot come from?

Looking at Sima Zhantian's aberrant face, the Martial King named Feng Sixteen was filled with questions. As far as he knew, there was no such figure in either the Three Offices or the Utility Pavilion.

Thoughts aside, Feng Sixteen's swordplay was not to be underestimated. He executed a sixteen-move flourish, aiming his slashes at Sima Zhantian's fists.

Another punch came hurtling toward Zhang Che's right temple, as the Martial King in hiding was not about to give up either.

"Really think I'm a vegetarian?"

"Mountain Overturning Wave!"

Enraged, Zhang Che didn't bother to defend but instead struck out with his life's supreme technique. The roaring palm winds surged forward tumultuously.

Bang! One by one—

The outcome was decided. The Fist Master to Zhang Che's side took seven consecutive palms. At the critical moment, he hesitated, thinking of escaping, but it was clear whoever tried to flee would die first.

As for Zhang Che, although he was spitting blood incessantly from the heavy punches, there was still hope for him.

The battlefield's first Martial King, fallen!
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"Retreat!"

Ye Feng's command followed immediately.

"Full retreat, we'll cover."

At the same time, the Martial Kings on Ye Feng's side began to roar continuously, taking the initiative to cover the rear and resist the enemy fire. Like Zhang Che, those who sought personal glory were, after all, in the minority.

Let them go!

Just as Zhu Guangbo's faction contemplated whether to pursue their victory, orders from above arrived.

The troops from both sides quickly disappeared into their respective positions, leaving behind nothing but dozens of desolate and pale corpses in the snowy field. Without the passing of snow wolves, the bodies would be covered by snow and ice within a night.

The battle ended with neither side gaining an advantage. Ye Feng lost many Great Grandmasters, while Zhu Guangbo lost a Martial King.

"Thank you!"

Atop Sky Mist Mountain, Zhang Che approached Sima Zhantian to express his gratitude. Regardless of whether the man intended to save him or not, in the end, his survival was due to the latter's actions.

"Thank your grandpa!"

"What's your name? You're quite the man."

Sima Zhantian's tone fluctuated between kindness and aloofness, confusing Zhang Che for a moment.

"Zhang Che, and you?"

Zhang Che offered a smile, having a general idea of what Sima Zhantian was getting at.

"Commander of the Fourth Legion of the Northern Border Army, Sima Zhantian."

Sima Zhantian spoke with an open and loud voice, immediately attracting plenty of attention.

What a hero!

Several Martial Kings nodded in approval. Truthfully, they understood that this battle was a clash between the great powers behind the scenes.

But if the Northern Border hadn't caused these issues, how would this competition come about?

Although resentment certainly existed, Sima Zhantian's actions somewhat soothed the thorn in their hearts.

"So, it's Brother Zhan Tian. I've long admired your reputation."

Zhang Che offered his compliments, though his expression hardly conveyed any admiration.

It was merely a courtesy. In terms of cultivation level, he was at the Middle Rank, while Sima Zhantian was only at the Primary Level.

"Where are you from?"

Sima Zhantian didn't take the previous comment seriously, instead asking another question.

He was one of the first to arrive at Heavenly Sound Mountain, but with so many people showing up in just one day, he had too many questions.

"The Imperial City, Utility Pavilion."

On mentioning the Utility Pavilion, Zhang Che's expression clearly turned reverent.

In the entire Xuanyuan Nation, the only entity he respected was that most mysterious Utility Pavilion, just as the soldiers from the Four Realms revered the untouchable Minggong Pavilion as sacred.

"And these brothers?"

Sima Zhantian quickly turned his gaze to the group on the mountain.

No matter what, these people were all worthy of his respect and deserving of having their names remembered. Just now, they had fought in a disadvantaged position, and everyone present—

Not one was a deserter!

"Come to think of it, I'm also a general. In this place, Brother Zhan Tian, you're the Military Governor, and I'm the commander, the Great Guardian General Lin Chong."

A man with a determined face and crew cut stood up with a smile.

Lin Chong!

"So it's the Chief Instructor of the Forbidden Army. I've long admired your great name."

In the Imperial City, there were the Guardian Sect Leaders and a group of Great Guardians, led by the Great General of the Nation Guard. Except for rare occasions, their deeds were not well-known, but they had nurtured many talents for the Four Realms.

Lin Chong, Chief Instructor of the Imperial City's Forbidden Army, was one of the key figures under the Great General of the Nation Guard. Though Sima Zhantian, as a commander of the Northern Border Legion, seldom visited the Imperial City, he could still recall the names of several famous Great Generals of his time.