Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Ye Ling watched Su Rou walk away, ruefully rubbing his nose.

"Do I really look that scary?"

Just then, a knock came from outside the door:

"Is Lord Ye Ling there? Old Master Su would like to see you!"

"Alright, I will come over in a moment!"

In the hall, Ye Ling briskly walked in and greeted Old Master Su with a hand folded in front of him, slowly beginning to speak.

"Old Master Su, did you want to see me?"

He completely ignored the Su family members beside him, and Su Ya sensed Ye Ling's expression, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.

If she hadn't rejected Old Master Su's request, perhaps she would be the one standing by Ye Ling's side?

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Old Master Su was dressed in a big red robe, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out quite a bit at this moment, brimming with undeniable joy.

As if the celebration banquet today was not for Ye Ling, but for him instead.

"Ye Ling, today is your celebration banquet, are you prepared?"

Ye Ling smiled slightly, "Old Master Su, you jest, hosting this celebration banquet was never my intention."

"It was Chen Dao and the others who insisted on this affair, saying something about reclaiming the position of Northern Liao King, that there must be a ceremony, making it known to all."

Hearing these words, Old Master Su deliberately straightened his face, and replied earnestly:

"Ye Ling, this matter cannot be taken lightly!"

"Now that you are the King of Northern Liao, it is not an exaggeration to say you are second only to one and above tens of thousands!"

"The stronger your strength, the more necessary the matching etiquette!"

"You must take this seriously!"

"I understand!"

Ye Ling nodded his head and said nothing further. In his eyes, there was only Old Master Su, utterly ignoring the existence of others.

Seeing Ye Ling's affirmative response, Old Master Su stroked his pale beard, nodding his head with satisfaction.

He was extremely pleased with this son-in-law, the King of Northern Liao.

Elsewhere, Xiao Qing, leading a formidable entourage, arrived in Jinling in great fanfare. Wherever they passed, it was as if locusts had swept through, causing passersby to franticly dodge.

Anger was written all over Xiao Qing's face, but if you looked closer, you would find a trace of sorrow mixed within!

Clearly, after many days, Xiao Qing was still unable to relieve the pain of losing his son!

"Ye Ling, I will make your life worse than death!"

"This celebration banquet today, I will turn it into your funeral!"

These words were almost squeezed through Xiao Qing's clenched teeth, his eyes eerily shrouded in a layer of blood mist at this moment, creating a terrifying appearance!

Xiao Qing had come this time with all his might!

There were no fewer than ten imperial realm powerhouses!

The number of Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters exceeded a hundred!

This force, if not for encountering those deeply-rooted recluse families, was enough to sweep away everything!

The animosity emanating from Xiao Qing intensified, with no one daring to utter a word beside him, fearing that any slip might provoke his frown.

At this moment, a flash of cold light streaked past in front of Xiao Qing, causing his pupils to suddenly contract to the size of needle tips.

Yet his reaction was quick; Xiao Qing managed to dodge the attack by an almost inconceivable angle, narrowly escaping danger.

"Crack!"

A shuriken whizzed past the side of Xiao Qing's face, embedding directly into a tree beside him.

Xiao Qing touched his face, feeling the warm sensation on his fingertips, and looked down to see crimson blood!

Realizing this, Xiao Qing's expression slowly turned solemn, his previous rage disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Looking around, he clasped his hands towards the empty air in front of him:

"I'm not sure who the expert is that has intervened? Please show yourself!"

"Heh, seeing you today, Family Head Xiao is nothing special after all!"

No sooner had the voice faded than a slightly emaciated figure dressed in black slowly appeared in front of Xiao Qing.

Hearing this poor Dragon Country language, Xiao Qing's expression gradually darkened.

The last person who dared to speak to him like that now has grass over two meters high on their grave!

However, thinking of the black-clothed person's strength, Xiao Qing forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart and said impatiently.

"Who are you, if I may ask? What brings you here?"

The black-clothed person looked down from above, speaking arrogantly:

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Long Guming, an assassin from Wo Country!"

At this, Xiao Qing's brows slowly furrowed, and suddenly, as if he realized something, a smile slowly spread across his face.

"So it's Mr. Long Guming, I've long admired you!"

Xiao Qing was, of course, all too familiar with the assassins of Wo Country.

Know that the assassins of Wo Country are beings that terrify countless people!

From a thousand miles away, taking the enemy's head is as easy as reaching into a bag.

Such a presence could not be taken lightly by Xiao Qing!

Moreover, as far as he knew, Xiao Yun seemed to have some cooperation with the people of Wo Country, and with this thought, Xiao Qing's face became a bit more pleasant.

"Dragon Country man, is your name Xiao Qing?"

Seeing Xiao Qing nod, Long Guming crossed his arms over his chest, his face showing a touch of arrogance.

"I am here this time by the order of my master, to take the head of the Northern Liao King of your Dragon Country!"

"You should know that my Wo Country's Rakshasa Seven had earlier helped your son Xiao Yun to confront the Northern Liao King, and to this day there has been no word from them."

"I have come to find out their whereabouts, alive I must see the person, dead I must see the body."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understand, clearly understand!"

The anger on Xiao Qing's face completely dissipated, replaced by a smile that he didn't even try to hide.

What's the old saying?

The enemy of my enemy is my friend?

Although Xiao Qing and Long Guming couldn't exactly be called acquainted, they shared a common goal, which was to deal with Ye Ling!

Although Xiao Qing had confidence that he could dispose of Ye Ling, having a powerful person like Long Guming by his side, wouldn't that mean he could reduce some casualties?

With this thought, Xiao Qing smiled faintly and said:

"Mr. Long Guming, we are indeed on our way to deal with the Northern Liao King."

"If you don't mind, we can act together!"

Long Guming's gaze, which was as frosty as a venomous tongue's, lingered on Xiao Qing for a long time before he finally slowly said: Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

"Family Head Xiao, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation!"

"Of course, Mr. Long Guming, please!"

"There's no need for that, just make your move, and I will assist you from the shadows!"

"Remember, don't reveal my location!"

No sooner had the voice faded than Long Guming's figure began to slowly fade away.

In spite of Xiao Qing's efforts to find him, Long Guming seemed to have evaporated from the world without leaving a trace.

Seeing this, the smile on Xiao Qing's face became even more pronounced, and the chill in the depths of his pupils almost took on substance.

With this development, the odds of success in eradicating Ye Ling's forces were significantly greater!