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

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Millennia of accumulated snow collapsed in an instant.

A massive avalanche, its momentum thunderous and earth-shattering, originated from Sky Sword Peak where Ye Feng stood and set off continuous avalanches in the surrounding mountains large and small. The torrents of accumulated snow rolled down unstoppable, sweeping away everything on the mountainsides with overwhelming force.

People thought they could conquer natural disasters, and the Martial Kings were considered superior to others. However, when faced with such a catastrophic act of nature, even the Martial Kings were rendered powerless, their resistance pale and weak.

To the east, not far from the bank of Gesang River, the battling sides stopped their fight unusually. Everyone looked towards the distant avalanche, their minds and spirits deeply shaken.

Of course, it was only a momentary pause. In a narrow path only the brave prevail, and the Ronin from Fusang Island Nation had finally found their chance. Facing these sneaky Dongying Ronins, the group led by Lin Chong from the capital city was filled with a sky-reaching killing intent.

Those who disturb our land, those who trespass on Xuanyuan Land, shall be killed without mercy!

On Qing Yun Peak, Zhu Guangbo watched the super avalanche in the far distance, trembling with a sense of bleak sorrow.

It's over!

The team from the Zhu Family of the Northeast, caught in an avalanche of this magnitude, had almost no chance of survival. It was the elite force that the Zhu Family had built up over nearly a century, and yet, it was all buried just like that.

"Why is this happening?"

In the Northern Border Camp, the mysterious Young Master had already learned the outcome there. He showed not the slightest sorrow or guilt on his face for the many Martial Kings and Grandmasters who had been buried or even died under the snow.

What he felt was only incomprehension.

And this mysterious Young Master was no other than Ye Feng's "left arm", the enigmatic Lord Mu Tian.

What Mu Tian could not understand was how, despite his extreme caution and care, not a single one among the one hundred and eight Death Servants inside Sky Sword Peak and the many Martial Kings and Grandmasters had sensed those hidden Qi Forces.

Were they just the artilleries of the new era?

"Ye Feng, since when have you been wary of me?"

With confusion and incomprehension, Lord Mu suddenly stood up and, regaining his composure, slipped back into his black robe before saying:

"Let's go, Elder Ling, it's time to return."

Lord Mu looked around and finally his gaze settled on the python robe, the royal robe of the Northern Border King. It was laughable that Zhu Guangbo had been there for so long without ever daring to drape it over himself.

In the end, he's a worm that cannot be helped up!

"Young Master, there are still many people on Qing Yun Peak, isn't it too early to admit defeat?"

The man in the black robe standing behind Lord Mu spoke with a hint of unwillingness.

Losing like this to Ye Feng would surely affect the Young Master's prestige if it got out in the future. The man in the black robe knew full well he was but a dog, and as such, it was his duty to protect his master.

"With the first avalanche already occurred, do you think Ye Feng will show mercy and not trigger another? This method of annihilating the enemy without much sacrifice is really admirable. I've underestimated Ye Feng after all. I thought I was ruthless, but it seems he's even more so. Let those people disperse and don't bother with futile struggles."

Lord Mu smiled.

He knew the worry in the eyes of the man in the black robe, but were a group of flowers raised in a greenhouse worthy to be his opponents?

"Young Master need not be modest."

"Thinking about time, it's been five years already. It's time to return, otherwise those people might start to forget about the existence of the Young Master. Before we leave, should we collect some interest?"

The man in the black robe asked in a low voice.

"Who would have thought, it's been five years already."

Lord Mu's expression suddenly grew reflective.

Throughout these five years, he had watched step by step how Ye Feng became the King of the Northern Border, how he intimidated the Northern Heroes, became authoritative with a single word, and how he led his army to conquer the Mingbei Barbarians and stationed the Northern Border Camp on the bank of Gesang River.

Looking back on the past, the great river of time was dense with events, but regrettably, the protagonist was not himself. Lord Mu shook his head and said:

"Let's leave now. If it weren't for our differing stances, I would indeed like to be brothers with these people."

What was the interest Elder Ling was talking about?

Lord Mu certainly knew. Was it killing Xiao Chuanqi? Or was it destroying half of the Northern Border Legion?

If he did so, he was afraid that he would not even get the chance to speak a word with Ye Feng in the future, only left with an emotionless drawing of swords against one another.

In fact, none of these were his true intention. It's not that he lacked the capability; his enemy and even his friend, was only Ye Feng. Whether in life or death, he wanted to fight him fair and square.

Only in this way would it not waste the title of close friends they had shared over these five years.

"Yes!"

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The departure of Lord Mu remained unknown to the entire Northern Border Camp.

Had he been abandoned just like that?

What is like a single thought of heaven and then a thought of hell? Zhu Guangbo felt he was experiencing it. At dawn, he was still joyfully anticipating an imminent victory, but in less than four hours, he had become a man about to lose everything.

"Stop right there!"

Under the Tiger Banner of Qing Yun Peak, two masked figures had yet to leave; they still had one last order to carry out.

"Go wash your face and change your clothes. Or do you two lords intend to stop that too? Wanting to leave with some dignity, I think that should be right, no?"

Zhu Guangbo's words were filled with deep self-mockery.

By this point, he no longer held the same respect for the two unknown masked individuals as he had before.

"If you leave our field of vision, you die!"

The person on the left retorted coldly without a glance at Zhu Guangbo.

Ha! One by one.

Zhu Guangbo did not respond to the remark.

The continuous avalanches lasted for more than two hours before finally coming to a rest.

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Looking at Sky Sword Peak again, it now resembled an even more solitary, aloof sword. The surrounding mountaintops had also undergone a dramatic change, with thick snow flattening everything on the ground, burying who knows how many feet deep, let alone how many people lay hidden underneath.

"You all go back!"

Atop Heavenly Sound Mountain, Ye Feng said to the more than twenty people behind him.

No one knew how these people managed to conceal their presence, only Ye Feng understood, and the people here were neither martial artists nor magicians.

All were supernatural ability users!

The new era had not only given rise to various powerful weapons, but also birthed a different kind of people—supernatural ability users. Unfortunately, those who truly understood and valued supernatural ability users were still few and far between; people were still immersed in the era of martial artists unable to free themselves.

"Master, there may still be dangers at Qing Yun Peak."

A tall, sexy woman clad in leather stood out, and unlike Feng Yuan, the woman's leather outfit was deep black, perfectly accentuating her shapely figure.

"I can handle it."

"Shadow, you can be more proactive in your actions from now on, and help me find out what Shasha Sea really means as soon as possible."

Ye Feng removed his dark red mecha.

These people behind him were of course a secret force Ye Feng had created since becoming the Northern Border King, a hidden power belonging solely to him. It was meant to fill the void in the Northern Border, and to also make it the sharpest spear in his hand.

People of the new era should have the awareness of the new era.

"Yes, Master!"

The woman named Shadow bowed her head to take orders.

Qing Yun Peak!

It was time to understand the grudges of the Northern Border. Ye Feng's figure immediately soared away; as Shadows do, their most appropriate mode of operation was to remain hidden in the dark.

We've arrived!

The first to reach the top of Qing Yun Peak was not Ye Feng, but Zhang Wenyuan and his group. Strangely, they hadn't encountered a single ambush along the way.

This journey was smooth and unobstructed. Even Zhang Wenyuan began to doubt whether this was really a battlefield or if Zhu Guangbo's men had all perished in the avalanche? He felt a distinct lack of presence.

Fortunately, Zhu Guangbo was still there, and so was the Tiger Banner.

Zhang Wenyuan's eyes shone brightly, two Peak Martial Kings, very good, just the right opponents to practice on.

"Who are you?"

Facing the young man wanting to fight two on one, the two masked men were quite surprised and uncertain.

Because Zhang Wenyuan's aura was also at the peak of Martial King. Where did this genius come from?

"Zhang Family, Zhang Wenyuan!"

After revealing his name, Zhang Wenyuan continued:

"I know you two are elders from the Heaven Darkness Sect. The one on the left must be Elder Sky Cold, and the one on the right must be Elder Sky Ice. Don't say I don't respect the elderly; both of you please come at me together."

Is that considered respecting the elderly?

Young master, you're trying to infuriate these two old fellows, aren't you? The people from the Daoyi Group were provocatively quiet, but it turned out to be the same young master he was familiar with.

The youth is wild, still wild!

"Zhang Family?"

Haven't heard of it. The two elders from the Heaven Darkness Sect looked at each other, their eyes filled with deep astonishment.

This young man could actually see through their identities, no ordinary feat!

"Are you Zhang Daoyi's son?"

As one of the Great Families, Zhang Family's Daoyi Group was a force that could match up to the Eight Noble Families in the imperial city. How could Zhu Guangbo not know of it?

But, was Zhang Daoyi's son really this fierce?

"Of course, you stay out of this, someone else will come to settle scores with you."

Zhang Wenyuan instantly took his stance.

It was clear to see that the elders from the Heaven Darkness Sect had developed a killing intent towards him.

Kill! One by one.

The attacks happened in the blink of an eye. Elders Sky Cold and Sky Ice, both Peak Martial Kings, unleashed superior Ice Qi Energy with a sweep of their hands, turning the snowflakes in the air into the sharpest hidden weapons, sweeping towards the people of the Daoyi Group.

Now that they knew their origins, they could not be spared.

"Great Shifting of Heaven and Earth!"

Golden Qi Force erupted from Zhang Wenyuan's hands. His gestures resembled Tai Chi, yet they were not actually Tai Chi.

Unlike the Tai Chi Palm Technique, the waves of Qi produced by Zhang Wenyuan's hands were not soft and powerless; instead, they surged like raging seas, sending all the hidden weapons back where they came from.

"Great Shifting Divine Technique, who in the world are you?"

The two elders formed ice crystals with their hands, instantaneously knocking down all the hidden weapons.

Divine Skill!

A cultivation technique endowed with the words 'Divine Skill' was an existence of astonishing power in this world. Elders Sky Cold and Sky Ice were not shaken by Zhang Wenyuan's cultivation level.

But rather, it was the "Great Shifting Divine Technique" that had supposedly been lost.

"If you ask me, to whom should I ask?"

"No need to ask so much, alive or dead, you both have to die, go all out."

A madman!

Zhu Guangbo's scalp tingled. How had the Zhang Family produced such a formidable character without any buzz?