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

The elderly man in white stood with his sword, and as the downpour grew heavier, a thin layer of Qi shield was enveloped around him, preventing the drenching rain from wetting his clothes in the slightest.

Ye Feng was likewise protected, in fact, anyone who had reached the Huajin Grandmaster Level could release a Qi force shield to fend off the rain.

However, for a Huajin Grandmaster like Xiao Chuanqi, maintaining the shield for an extended period would consume a great deal of inner strength and could quickly become overwhelming.

Yet, the white-clad elder before them had a look of complete tranquility on his face, clearly indicating that he was a Martial King, a rank above the Huajin Grandmaster!

The elder's gaze suddenly left the distant downpour and settled upon Ye Feng, smiling as he said, "It is indeed remarkable for Your Excellency to have breezed through two challenges to arrive here, living up to the legendary reputation of the Northern Border King!"

Ye Feng returned the smile and said, "Judging by such an aura, you must be the legendary Grand Tutor Uncle of the South Hengshan Sword Sect?"

The title of Grand Tutor Uncle referred to the current Heng Mountain Sect Leader's martial uncle, and traditionally, the third challenge was meant to be faced by the Sect Leader in person.

However, after witnessing Ye Feng effortlessly overcome two challenges, knowing he was no match, the Half-Step Martial King Realm Heng Mountain Sect Leader urgently summoned this Grand Tutor Uncle who had been in secluded cultivation for many years. Discover hidden content at empire

After all, the honor of South Hengshan could not be tarnished on this day!

The Heng Mountain Grand Tutor Uncle slightly shook his head with a chuckle, "I do not deserve such praise, I am ashamed. This humble one is called Mingxu."

"So it is the esteemed Daoist Master Mingxu of the 'Ming' generation, it is an honor to meet you!" Ye Feng said, inclining his body slightly in a bow.

Those of the 'Ming' generation in Heng Mountain were already of very high seniority, and the elderly man in white appeared to be at least in his eighties.

The many guests around them couldn't help but murmur among themselves, "Who would have thought that even Daoist Master Mingxu would be roused to action? The Northern Border King truly deserves his legendary status; it seems he does have some substance."

"Hmph, what of it? Now that Daoist Master Mingxu has emerged from seclusion, there's no room for anyone to challenge the prestige of Heng Mountain. Just wait and see. Despite how dominant that Ye fellow seemed before, he'll surely be chasing his tail down the mountain before long!"

Daoist Master Mingxu suddenly spoke up, "Your Excellency may not be a man of the Martial Arts World, but you have established a certain reputation within it. How about we make a bet?"

Ye Feng asked, "What do you propose we bet on?"

Daoist Master Mingxu said, "If during this duel Your Excellency wins, I, the old man, will sever my own arm. Of course, if I happen to win, then Your Excellency will stay at our Hengshan and partake in three years of vegetarian meals, how does that sound?"

Ye Feng laughed, "To wager my three years of vegetarian meals for your arm, it seems you are at a loss. How about this... If I lose, then I will confine myself for three years at Hengshan. But if Hengshan loses, then I will leave something behind at your sect, and it must not be taken down for a hundred years, deal?"

"Agreed!" said Daoist Master Mingxu.

"Then please," Ye Feng gestured with a wave of his hand.

Suddenly, with a clang that sounded like the roar of a dragon, Daoist Master Mingxu drew his sword, and amidst the pouring rain, a streak of white light flashed.

"Dou Chong Sword Technique!" Daoist Master Mingxu snorted coldly, as he soared from the ground and vanished into the rain and mist.

At that moment, his presence seemed to merge indistinguishably with his sword, exuding an ineffable sense of ethereality, yet at the same time, a profound sharpness.

In mid-air, Daoist Master Mingxu flicked his wrist, and his White Sword instantly unleashed dozens of sword Qi, encompassing all of Ye Feng's vital points.

His Dou Chong Sword Technique bore the essence of Qi Charging the Dipper and Bull, ethereal with an incredibly fierce and domineering power, a mighty killing move!

Ye Feng remained motionless, standing with his hands clasped behind him and his posture straight, his demeanor seemed extremely prideful and aloof.

Just as the opponent's sword Qi was about to envelop him, Ye Feng abruptly rose from the ground and threw a punch.

Boom...

From the sky dome above, suddenly burst a muffled roar of thunder, and in that instant, all the sword qi in mid-air instantly dissipated.

The crowd only felt a blur before their eyes, and by the time they opened them, they were shocked to find that Ye Feng's fist had smashed right into the chest of Daoist Master Mingxu, sending him flying out with a single punch.

"This..." The onlookers's faces were filled with shock and awe, completely petrified in place, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

The Vice Sect Leader, Daoist Qingyu, stood rigid, murmuring in disbelief: "A single punch, a single punch broke through Elder Mingxu's sword qi, how is this possible, how did he do it, how?"

No one could answer his question; even Daoist Master Mingxu's face was etched with deep shock. When he hit the ground, he still kept retreating uncontrollably, and it took a considerable effort before he managed to steady himself. Then, feeling the tumultuous Qi-Blood within, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was clear that Ye Feng's punch, though it appeared simple, was in reality imbued with great strength.

It took a good long while before Daoist Master Mingxu managed to suppress the surging Qi within him and, gritting his teeth, clasped his fists and asked, "May I inquire as to what move you used just now?"

Ye Feng replied with a faint smile, "No move."

"No move?"

Daoist Master Mingxu was stunned, standing still for a long while before he finally gave a wry smile, exclaiming, "What a 'no move,' to win over all moves. I have practiced the Dou Chong Sword Technique for more than seventy years and thought that I had reached the realm of Man and Sword as One. Little did I expect that today..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and of course, there was no need to say more.

After a long while, Daoist Master Mingxu sighed heavily and said, "I have lost. Such martial arts prowess at such a young age, I am impressed!"

Now that the three challenges had been overcome, it meant that the Martial Bow was successful, which also meant that from this moment on, no one in the Heng Mountain Sword Sect could stop Ye Feng, even if Ye Feng wished to enter their sacred Scripture Pavilion, all disciples of Heng Mountain were not allowed to obstruct him.

In simple terms, Ye Feng could now walk unhindered across Heng Mountain!

Of course, Ye Feng did not do so; he walked straight ahead to the biggest and most majestic palace on Heng Mountain.

The palace was supported by eighteen wooden pillars piercing the sky, the entire hall covering more than three hundred square meters, divided into three levels with staggered flying eaves like dragons, truly imposing.

Above the main entrance to the palace, hanging on a large gold-inlaid plaque, were four powerful characters that read "South Hengshan Mountain"!

Ye Feng walked directly beneath the great door, raising his head to look at this plaque, he suddenly lifted his finger towards it.

Qi Force erupted from his right index and middle fingers, Ye Feng's wrist danced, inscribing onto the plaque from afar.

The onlookers found this strange, not knowing what he was up to.

In just a few seconds, Ye Feng stopped and then turned around, waving his hand, "Let's go, down the mountain!"

Having said that, he immediately headed down the mountain, followed closely by Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian among others.

And just at this moment, wooden chips suddenly began to fall from the giant gold-inlaid plaque, and it was only then that everyone could see that a line of characters clearly appeared at the top next to the original inscription, pressing beneath the four big characters of "South Hengshan Mountain."

"Under the sky, all land is the king's soil!"

These eight characters startled everyone who saw them, and their expressions changed as they looked towards Northern King Ye Feng, realizing that this act was a warning, a silent yet powerful warning.