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

Under the leadership of Ye Feng, tens of thousands of the elite Northern Border soldiers entered the mountain gate, and after ascending the steps, they arrived at the inner guest-reception plaza. Beyond that was the palace, and the powerful voice, resounding like a great bell, had come from this very Guest Welcoming Hall. At this time, disciples from the Xuan Yin Sect were also gathering continuously. Even the mountain gate had secretly issued orders for disciples outside to rush back urgently. By now, anyone could see that a great battle was likely to ensue between the two sides. The Xuan Yin Sect's guest-reception plaza wasn't large; it could only accommodate around ten thousand people. However, more and more disciples of the Xuan Yin Sect kept arriving, and eventually, even the surrounding trees and mountaintops were crowded with densely packed disciples, essentially surrounding the more than ten thousand Northern Border soldiers in a besieging manner. It was not until then that the high-ranking members of the Xuan Yin Sect inside the palace really started to feel at ease, seemingly having everything under their control. However, what they didn't know was that while those Northern Border soldiers were staying in the plaza, they had been moving their positions quietly, as previously instructed by Northern King Ye Feng. Soon, a primary Emperor's Killing Grand Formation had already been set up. Seeing this, Ye Feng slightly nodded and said, "Leng Wuming, you stay here, keep an eye on the army and have them stay here for now!" After speaking, Ye Feng strode forward, directly entering the grand hall in front of him, with Hong Qingyan, Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, and others closely following. In addition, more than a dozen of Ye Feng's elite personal guards were with him, including the four Divine Communication Realm experts from Shi Yehong. The grand hall was enormous, with eight snow-white marble pillars large enough to be embraced by two adults, standing on both sides, supporting the structure of the hall, giving it an impressively grand appearance. Two rows of Taishi Chairs were arranged on either side, with three tiger-skin Taishi Chairs at the center, where three old men were sitting upright. Nine high-ranking members of the Xuan Yin Sect were seated in the row of chairs on the right, while the left side was left empty, apparently prepared for guests. The grand hall wasn't in disarray—evidently, it had been quickly tidied up not long before. Decorative lanterns and streamers could still be seen around, indicating a festive atmosphere, although the old man had invited Northern King Ye Feng to drink a few cups of wine, no one seemed to be bringing wine to the table after Ye Feng sat down. Let alone wine, not even the most basic hospitality of serving tea was seen. The many high-ranking members of the Xuan Yin Sect were just looking coldly at Ye Feng and his party; the icy glares and cruel expressions were as if they were looking at dead men. The entire grand hall was filled with an air of deadly solemnity. At this moment, if someone was even slightly timid, they would probably be shaking with fear, feeling chilled to the bone. However, it must be said that those who could enter this grand hall and sit here were not ordinary people. The weakest among the Xuan Yin Sect's side were at the Divine Path Realm's Second Realm—the God Gathering Realm—and the two gaunt old men sitting beside the main seat were even Peak experts of the Divine Communication Realm in the Fourth Realm of the Divine Path. As for the white-haired old man with a sinister aura at the center, his presence was even more powerful, shockingly a half-step into the Divine Ability Realm. Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly sigh, noting that the overall strength of the Xuan Yin Sect's high-ranking members was not weak. The atmosphere inside the grand hall was extremely tense. At this point, the old man seated in the center, namely the Sect Master of the Xuan Yin Sect, suddenly spoke up. "My name is Yu Shuihan, known as Hermit Hanshui in the Martial Arts World, the eighth-generation Sect Master of the Xuan Yin Sect!" As he spoke, Yu Shuihan's tone suddenly shifted, and he uttered coldly, "I have long heard of Northern King Ye Feng's name, and seeing him today, it indeed lives up to the reputation. However, there is one thing I do not understand, and I hope you can enlighten me." Ye Feng inquired, "What is it that you do not understand?" Yu Shuihan said with a heavy voice, "This place is the Western Territory, not your Northern Border. According to the agreement with the Utility Pavilion years ago, the Western Territory is to be controlled by ourselves. May I ask, Sir, where do you get the courage to lead a team into this place?" Upon these words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly tightened, and in the midst of such a tense situation, many high-ranking members of the Xuan Yin Sect even let out disdainful sneers, clearly not taking the Northern King seriously. Ye Feng arched his brows and chuckled, "There is a saying, which I'm sure you have also heard." Yu Shuihan asked with a deep voice, "What saying?" Ye Feng smiled faintly and replied, "All under heaven is the King's land, all who inhabit it are the King's subjects!" Hearing this, Yu Shuihan's gaze sharpened, and a ferocious light flashed. Nevertheless, he managed to hold back from lashing out immediately, suppressing his anger and murderous intent for the moment. After all, regardless, the man before him was the Northern King, holding substantial status. So unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to make a move. Of course, even if it came to a fight, Yu Shuihan was not afraid—this was his territory, after all, with enough people to outnumber the opponents by several times. Therefore, he always maintained a carefree demeanor. "What do you mean by that? Also, what is the meaning of you leading your men here to my Xuan Yin Sect so boldly?" demanded Yu Shuihan coldly. Ye Feng looked at him with a tilted gaze and replied mockingly, "You don't understand?" Yu Shuihan suddenly raised a finger and said sternly, "All I understand is one thing—this is the Xuan Yin Sect, where anyone, listen closely, anyone must not come here to act rashly and presumptuously!" ``` "Your Xuan Yin Sect truly has a grandiose air, daring to speak such words in the face of the Northern King!" Xiao Chuanqi bellowed with fury in his voice. "Northern King? He is merely the Northern King of the mortal world. As the saying goes, 'The sky is high and the emperor is far away', not to mention that this is the Western Territory. Here, no matter who it is—even if it is a dragon—they must crawl before me obediently!" the elder seated in the high position to the left coldly shouted. Ye Feng remained seated erect as a pine tree and slowly said, "Yu Shuihan, it seems you truly have no sense of realization." Yu Shuihan could not help but laugh; the two pigeon egg-sized Emperor's Jade in his hands kept spinning as he chuckled, "Then may I ask Your Highness, the Northern King, what should I be realizing according to you?" Word by word, Ye Feng replied, "The other day, the Xuan Yin Sect burned, killed, pillaged, and harmed the innocent, leading to a multitude of lost lives. This king's disciples, merely aides who followed, could not bear to slaughter them. Therefore, as long as the fourteen high-ranking members of the Xuan Yin Sect commit suicide by drinking poison to apologize for their sins and announce the dissolution of the Xuan Yin Sect, this king can then forgive the crimes of the others!" "What did you say?" The high-ranking officials present were immediately enraged, and Yu Shuihan even stood up with a bang, exerting so much force in his hands that he crushed the invaluable jade stones in his palms. "You want us to commit suicide to apologize for our sins?" Yu Shuihan glared with furious eyes, yet suddenly, he just laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world; after a long while, he said, "I say, Your Highness, the Northern King, there seems to be a situation that you have not yet understood." Without waiting for Ye Feng to speak, Yu Shuihan immediately continued, "The Xuan Yin Sect has altogether thirty-nine thousand members; below the Grandmaster Level need not be mentioned, among them, there are one hundred and thirty-two Martial Kings, fifty-three in the Divine Path Realm, and among them, thirty-eight are above the Third Realm, with eight being in the Divine Communication Realm of the Fourth Realm!" After saying this, Yu Shuihan turned his head and looked at Ye Feng with a mocking gaze, as if to say, with such a powerful Xuan Yin Sect, what right does a mere boy like you have to challenge me. This was something Ye Feng had to admit, so he nodded and said, "Indeed, the Xuan Yin Sect is so strong that it is beyond the wildest imaginations of this king and the Utility Pavilion. Had we known earlier, we would never have allowed it to grow so large, but now it seems it might not be too late." Yu Shuihan narrowed his eyes for the second time, the fierceness in his eyes growing more intense as he shouted furiously, "So, it seems you truly mean to stand against me. I was willing to give you some face, seeing as you're a king, and I would have let it slide if you led your troops down the mountain right now. But if you are hell-bent on seeking death, then don't blame anyone else." Ye Feng slowly stood up and walked to the gate, gazing at the rolling mountains before him with a faint smile, "This king's words remain unchanged, the high-ranking officials present must commit suicide to apologize, and the Xuan Yin Sect must be dissolved. Then, this king can leave!" "Truly an absurd fool, this sect leader originally took into account that you were, after all, a king and showed you some courtesy. Little did I expect you to be so arrogant and presumptuous, thinking that this sect leader is so easily provoked!" Yu Shuihan was furious beyond measure. "Sect leader, why bother talking with such an ignorant brat? He dares to challenge our Xuan Yin Sect; just kill him directly, and then hang his dog's head above our sect gates. Let's see who dares to provoke our Xuan Yin Sect after that!" The high-ranking officials of the Xuan Yin Sect on the right side also became furious and rose to surround him. Ye Feng, still with his hands clasped behind his back, stood under the gate facing away from everyone, looking at the mountains in front, and started speaking word by word, "The Xuan Yin Sect's outrageous crimes are beyond redemption, and they persist in their ways. Seize them all, and show no mercy to those who dare to resist!" In that instant, a great battle erupted, and everyone moved—not only on the main hall but also on the square below, where tens of thousands of Xuan Yin Sect disciples also surged forward to join the fight. Suddenly, there was a booming sound; the powerful auras of the many strong beings inside the hall were so overwhelming that they scattered the great hall to pieces, propelling everyone's bodies to soar directly onto nearby mountain peaks. At that moment, Yu Shuihan's gaze sharpened, and he moved swiftly, lunging at Ye Feng. His palm power was exceptionally mighty, and the chilling Yin Qi was overpowering, the very same Xuan Yin Divine Palm passed down by the sect. Ye Feng summoned the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon with a great hand, and immediately engaged in battle with his adversary. Yu Shuihan was a half-step Divine Ability Realm expert. Before, according to Ye Feng's combat power, with just the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, he might struggle to contend with experts of this caliber, but now his acupoint count had risen to five hundred, and moreover, all the Qi Force within him had transformed into Qi Essence. Thus, armed with just the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, Ye Feng was able to firmly suppress his opponent, even to the point where the opponent had nearly no power to fight back. "Damn it, how can you, a mere boy with only the aura of a Peak Martial King, have such terrifying combat power!" Yu Shuihan grew increasingly terrified, for he realized that the opposition's Qi Force was endlessly flowing as if it would never run out. One must know that activating the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, even an ordinary Divine Path expert might not be able to sustain it for long, as the required Qi Force was just too vast. Yet this youngster faced no pressure whatsoever. At this moment, however, the situation for the rest of the Xuan Yin Sect's high-ranking members wasn't any better. Particularly with Hong Qingyan, the Ancient Daoist Cultivator, whose power had increased; she was capable of facing four Divine Communication Realm experts of the Fourth Realm single-handedly. Moreover, Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian, the Divine Path Realm experts, were incredibly potent as well; not to mention the Northern King's trusted aide, the elite warriors of the Personal Guard Unit. It was not long before the high-ranking Xuan Yin Sect members began to fall, one after another. Seeing this, Yu Shuihan could not help but panic! ```