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

Winter skies, the break of dawn comes exceedingly late.

Throughout the night, both sides affiliated with Ye Feng and Zhu Guangbo were busy. The Zhu's men were busily investigating each hilltop, searching for any traces possibly left by Ye Feng, while Ye Feng's people were scattered in the east, searching for those Fusang Ronin who had infiltrated.

"Ye Feng, what tricks do you still have up your sleeve?"

All night long, the mysterious Young Master behind Zhu Guangbo stayed awake, painstakingly recalling every little detail about Ye Feng throughout the years, yet failed to find any useful information.

All who could come to Ye Feng's aid had arrived.

And the outcome of the investigation revealed nothing unusual, apart from the few insignificant individuals previously hiding at Destiny Mountain.

Only Sky Sword Peak remained.

"Young Master, perhaps Ye Feng has run out of tricks?"

The man in the black robe, looking at the still furrowed-brow Young Master, felt a tinge of disdain - of course, it was disdain for Ye Feng.

A mere Ye Feng, without those who stand by his side, dares to contend with the Young Master?

In terms of the chess game, no matter if Ye Feng is the commander, he still has to dance at someone else's fingertips, while the Young Master can be both the General on the chessboard and the player controlling the game from beyond the board.

"Impossible!"

"Forget it, it's just a game. Since Ye Feng has cleared the way for me, if I continue to hesitate, he might just look down on me."

Thereafter, the mysterious Young Master picked up the phone that was set aside and issued a command to the person on the other end.

Launch a full-scale attack!

No matter what tricks Ye Feng might still have hidden, one trial would reveal all.

"Yu Feiyu, I am now ordering you to retreat from the battlefield with utmost speed."

As dawn began to break, the snow suddenly stopped.

When Ye Feng learned that Yu Feiyu was coming to support him at Sky Sword Peak, he felt both irritated and affectionate. Annoyed that this half-disciple of his had the audacity to defy his orders, but, of course, he cherished her intent.

"Master, don't worry. Give me at most half an hour, and I will join you at Sky Sword Peak to fight side by side."

Little did Yu Feiyu realize she had misunderstood Ye Feng's intent.

At this moment, Yu Feiyu, weary and worn, was still on the frontline ridges at the foot of Sky Sword Peak, on the waist of Heavenly Feather Mountain. En route, she had encountered too many ambushes. The Valley of the Medicine God's team was decimated, and only three out of the five Martial Kings remained.

A journey of less than two hours unraveled over the course of an entire night.

Zhu Guangbo's men dared not kill Yu Feiyu outright but also wouldn't allow her to lead the Valley of the Medicine God's people successfully back to Sky Sword Peak. Once they crossed over Heavenly Feather Mountain, less than thirty percent of the survivors still faced death.

Didn't hear me clearly?

After a pause, Ye Feng spoke coldly, "Now, immediately, leave the battlefield, or I can plainly tell you that you, Yu Feiyu, will die; and the person who will take your life won't be Zhu Guangbo, but me."

Yu Feiyu, who was pressing forward, abruptly halted.

In that moment, she finally understood. It turned out that her master deliberately laid such a trap to lure the enemy in, continuing towards Sky Sword Peak.

She was not helping, she was definitely making things worse!

"Qi Worshipper, Loo Attendant, lead everyone and rush out of this battlefield at full speed."

Yu Feiyu turned and uttered.

"Miss, aren't we heading to Sky Sword Peak?"

The elder called Qi Worshipper asked with confusion. After a night of hard work, with many dead or injured, why give up now? What's the point?

"We are not going!"

"Don't ask so many questions, hurry up and leave now. I'm afraid it will be too late otherwise."

With that, Yu Feiyu turned and sprinted eastward with phenomenal speed as a Great Grandmaster who had yet to sustain any serious injuries.

Uh! One by One

The remaining individuals exchanged glances. With the Miss having left, what were they waiting for? Just like the two Attendants, between Ye Feng and Yu Feiyu, these people tended to follow the latter's orders even more.

"Sister Feng, I need one more favor from you. Please ensure Yu Feiyu's safety. If nothing goes wrong, she should be headed eastward right now."

Atop Sky Sword Peak, Ye Feng remained poised and confident.

"Are you sure?"

"You kept me here on purpose, hidden so as to lure the enemy onto the hook and help you eradicate them in one fell swoop, didn't you?"

Hearing the command to leave now made Feng Yuan doubtful too. She could sense the number of people gathering at the foot of Sky Sword Peak.

"If I'm not mistaken, that small village in the Northwest holds its own taboo."

"Having you here was just a precaution against the possibility that the other side might not play fair. After all, I'm not yet invincible. Go, otherwise, I'm afraid those people below won't dare to ascend the mountain."

Ye Feng offered a mysterious smile.

The presence of Feng Yuan was merely a safety measure for Ye Feng and not the true ace up his sleeve.

"Heh, I hope you survive."

Feng Yuan transformed into a streak of light and sped away, curious to see how Ye Feng would counterattack from being cornered.

Another one has left!

At that moment, Ye Feng finally stood up. High places are indeed cold and lonely, all other mountains seemed insignificant. Following that, he clapped his hands, and about a hundred figures dressed in night-travel suits burst through the snow. The gazes of these people were uniformly cold and stern, as if devoid of any emotion.

Death Servants!

The Death Servants belonged to Mu Tian's left arm, Ye Feng didn't understand how Mu Tian raised these Death Servants, nor why he would want to do so. In summary, these were all the Death Servants that Mu Tian had cultivated over the years, and now they were all handed over to Ye Feng.

There were a total of one hundred and eight Death Servants, among which eight were of Martial King Level, thirty were Great Grandmasters, and seventy were Grandmasters.

This was undeniably the second powerful force "belonging to Ye Feng", and what's more, according to Mu Tian, these Death Servants could also form something called the Hundred and Eight Heavenly Cycles Grand Formation, which was astonishingly powerful. As long as the Death Servants were given a little time to set up the formation, it was enough to wipe out anyone below the Divine Path.

"Form the formation, exterminate the enemies coming down the mountain,"

With a great wave of his hand, Ye Feng pointed down the mountain, his eyes brimming with a killing intent.

There were no sounds, nor any discussions, as the Death Servants drew their blades one by one, finding their positions and charging down the mountain together.

Time trickled by.

However, to their surprise, there was not a single shout or cry of battle from below the mountain, eerily quiet.

Mu Tian oh Mu Tian!

Ye Feng's heart was full of pain. He no longer hesitated, and with a stomp on the ground, something suddenly flew out of the snow – it was something akin to a flyer.

Day finally broke, and the objects below the mountain became clear.

The first to come up was not Zhu Guangbo's team but the batch of Death Servants Ye Feng had sent down to kill the enemy. All of these people were unharmed, standing in their battle formation, looking coldly at Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, you still want to run away like a lost dog?"

Within the Zhu Family team, a sinister-looking man stepped forward. His name was Zhu Youkang, Zhu Guangbo's second uncle, and also the leader of the entire Zhu Family team.

Looking at Ye Feng's outfit, Zhu Youkang was filled with puzzlement—the dark red mecha suit exuded a robust aura of steel and might, and on his back were four pairs of blade-like wings. Observing the chilly barrel holes exposed on Ye Feng's shoulders and arms, Zhu Youkang suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.

Thinking of flying?

Don't forget that although Martial Kings can't truly fly, the brief moment they took to the air to strike was enough for them to smash Ye Feng's armor to pieces. What's more, Sky Sword Peak and the Black Dragon Banner were right here.

Can you escape from the monks but not from the temple?

The key to winning or losing this contest was to seize the other's main peak. As long as one could plant their own flag on the occupied main peak, victory was theirs.

"Escape?"

"Those words should be my farewell to you. The game is over. Now, feel the fire of the new era!"

Ye Feng pulled out the Black Dragon Banner and hoisted it onto his shoulder, while four dark red metal tubes on his back spouted silver-white flames.

At the same time, up a bit from the middle of Sky Sword Peak, where everyone had passed, over twenty people dressed the same as Ye Feng flew out together.

White, green, blue... a variety of mechas hovered in the sky, all chillingly aiming their barrels down at Sky Sword Peak.

"Stop him!"

The moment Ye Feng rose to his feet, the Martial Kings of Zhu Guangbo's side, including the Death Servants, all made their move, with about thirty Martial Kings executing earth-shattering moves.

But Ye Feng had already replenished his mecha with an additional layer of golden battle armor, his rich vital energy, reminiscent of the Great River of Time. When Sato Shinichi first saw Ye Feng's battle armor, he mistook Ye Feng's Divine Path Object for the armor itself.

A series of moves struck Ye Feng, only propelling him higher into the air.

"Fire!"

It seemed like the only sound left in heaven and earth was Ye Feng's cold and merciless voice.

Scorching beams of light flowed from the various metal tubes, gold, red, even some dual-colored... a succession of beams didn't hit the mass of enemies, but rather struck the thick snow on Sky Sword Peak, instantly exploding.

It's over!

This was Great Snow Mountain; a mountain like Sky Sword Peak, with an altitude of kilometers, was home to snow that had withstood the ages. If an avalanche were to occur, one could imagine how tremendous its force would be—much less one that was deliberately caused.

Even if Martial Kings could take to the air, they would find nowhere to land.

The bombardment continued.

The sound of the avalanche, along with screams, also continued.
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Ye Feng had no intention of letting any enemy go. He once asked Cao Yi how to deal with enemies, and Boss Cao's answer was to kill if possible.

"This is bad!"

"It's a chain reaction triggered by the avalanche, a supermassive avalanche! If you don't want to die, give it everything you've got!"

Watching as nearby mountain tops also began to avalanche, Yu Feiyu's eyes trembled uncontrollably. She finally understood what Ye Feng's ultimate move was.

Master, can you survive?