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

"Damn it, I, a mighty half-step Divine Ability Realm powerhouse, was actually pushed to this point by a mere Martial King," the man snarled, grinding his teeth with rage. "It seems that if I don't use my real trump card and show my divine skills, you won't realize just how formidable I am!" Yu Shuihan bit back his fury, and his hands quickly formed a Dharma Seal. Suddenly, numerous palm prints condensed from the Yin Cold Qi appeared in midair, swarming towards Ye Feng like a dense cluster of clouds. Given the current situation, Yu Shuihan knew he had to dispose of this so-called Northern King Ye Feng as swiftly as possible; otherwise, it wouldn't take long for the other high-ranking members to die or be gravely injured. What Yu Shuihan didn't anticipate was the scene unfolding on the vast plaza below. Initially, the Xuan Yin Sect had the numbers advantage, but now his side was falling, one after another. In the blink of an eye, over ten thousand had been slain. As for those beneath him, aside from the elite disciples, the rest had been scared witless, with many choosing to flee. The tide of battle had nearly extinguished their combat power. It could be said that the situation was decidedly unfavorable for the Xuan Yin Sect. If things continued like this, they could genuinely face extermination! Yu Shuihan's expression turned ferocious as he unleashed his divine skills. He began to sneer hideously, confident that this move would assuredly kill his opponent—or at the very least, severely injure him. However, the next moment, Yu Shuihan realized he had made a grave mistake—a huge one! As he unleashed his divine skills, Ye Feng waved his Great Hand, and suddenly, a sword materialized in the void—a Sword of the King! The Emperor's Sword descended from the skies, bringing forth a blinding brilliance. Then, all the Xuan Yin Palm Seals dissipated like they were made of paper. The rampant Sword Qi swept out like a long rainbow, reaching Yu Shuihan in an instant. Yu Shuihan's pupils contracted in terror, his face ashen white. He didn't even have the chance to react before a red line appeared on his forehead, and then his entire body split into two halves on the spot. With just one sword strike, the half-step Divine Ability Realm warrior was killed instantly. The incident threw the entire Xuan Yin Sect into chaos, especially terrifying the Divine Path Realm higher-ups. "Run, run for your lives! The sect leader is dead, and Northern King Ye Feng is simply too powerful. He's killed our leader—we must flee to save ourselves!" a Vice Sect Leader shouted, scrambling to escape. "We must eradicate the high-ranking members of the Xuan Yin Sect. We can't let them escape!" Ye Feng commanded directly, and with a sweep of his Great Hand, the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon flew out, instantly killing the fleeing Vice Sect Leader. Following that, the Emperor's Sword struck down again, and another Vice Sect Leader, along with three Divine Communication Realm experts, were killed on the spot. As for the rest, they didn't need to be mentioned. Upon seeing their leader killed, their fighting spirit evaporated, and they were quickly slain by Hong Qingyan and Xiao Chuanqi. As for the Xuan Yin Sect disciples below in the plaza, they scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in every direction. Ye Feng did not order a complete massacre, as killing the Sect's high-ranking members was sufficient. The remaining individuals could not stir up much trouble. "To the Treasure Vault!" Ye Feng transformed into a streak as he flew towards the back mountain, arriving quickly at the location of the Xuan Yin Sect's Treasure Vault. Yet, to his astonishment, he found an enormous stash of gold, silver, and a vast collection of jade and precious treasures accumulated over the years by the Xuan Yin Sect. Ye Feng, who no longer valued worldly wealth, simply instructed Xiao Chuanqi to strip the vault bare and transport the loot back to the Northern Border. Part of the fortune would serve as military pay, while another portion would be given to the civilians of the Western Territory who suffered at the hands of the Xuan Yin Sect. However, when Ye Feng turned into a small secret room within the Treasure Vault, he made a surprising discovery. There were not many items inside—just three. One was an ancient tome, containing the Xuan Yin Sect's legacy, the Xuan Yin Divine Palm. Along with the book were a saber and a sword. Though these weapons were of simple design, they were clearly extraordinary treasures, likely handed down from ancient times. However, for Ye Feng, such items held little use. He thought for a moment and decided to reward Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian with them. After all, they had both made significant contributions lately, and more importantly, Xiao Chuanqi's physique was related to the sword, while Sima Zhantian was associated with the saber—the weapons suited them well. As for the Xuan Yin Divine Palm tome, Ye Feng kept it for himself. During his fight with Yu Shuihan, Ye Feng had felt something extraordinary about the Xuan Yin Divine Palm, even suspecting that the terrifying chill it emitted could suppress his Qi Essence. Considering Qi Essence is a level above Qi Force, its suppression was significant—if it had been Qi Force, it would have been even more so. Although the Xuan Yin Divine Palm wasn't an Ancient Daoist Cultivator's magic technique, it had its own extraordinary aspects. Ye Feng surmised that if he cultivated it and harnessed it with Qi Essence, or perhaps Spirit Essence in the future, its power would increase significantly. "It's a pity that up to now, I've yet to find any ancient magic martial skill," Ye Feng mused, shaking his head. He then glanced at Hong Qingyan, who, despite cultivating an ancient cultivator's Dao Technique, had yet to achieve anything significant. "Burn down these halls of the Xuan Yin Sect!" ordered Ye Feng. If they burned them down, it would prevent the Xuan Yin Sect from ever rising from the ashes. Last night, after everything had transpired, Ye Feng then led his people down the mountain, proceeding towards the north in a grand and mighty procession. At this very moment, the elite disciples of both the Flora Sect and the Underworld Sect, numbering over fifty thousand in total, were already on their way and had stopped to rest in a valley, listening to the reports from a disciple who had fled from the Xuan Yin Sect. "What did you say, the Xuan Yin Sect has been annihilated? What exactly happened? Speak quickly!" the Deputy Sect Master of the Flora Sect demanded sternly. A disciple of the Xuan Yin Sect, dirt-covered and disheveled, wailed, "It's over, our sect was destroyed in less than half an hour. All the higher-ups were killed, not a single one managed to escape." "Not a single one from the higher-ups managed to escape?" The Deputy Sect Master of the Underworld Sect listened and couldn't help but go pale, blurting out, "What about your sect leader? It was said that Yu Shuihan was a half-step Divine Ability Realm powerhouse, couldn't he withstand that Ye fellow?" "Our sect leader, don't even mention it!" The fleeing disciple of the Xuan Yin Sect sighed before sobbing, "Even our sect leader was killed, and by just one sword strike. Just one strike from that Northern King split him into two, it was horrifying. That Northern King Ye Feng, his sword is simply too terrifying!" The two Deputy Sect Masters of the Flora Sect and the Underworld Sect fell silent, exchanging looks of horror after hearing this report. It was a long while before they asked, "Are you truly certain, your sect leader was really killed by one sword strike from that young Northern King Ye Feng?" "How could there be any doubt? Everyone saw it happening. With one sword stroke, the sect leader was cleaved into two halves right there, and with another strike, a Vice Sect Leader and two Elders exploded into pieces and died on the spot!" "This... A powerhouse of the half-step Divine Ability Realm was actually split in two by a single sword strike!" The Deputy Sect Master of the Flora Sect murmured to himself, while an involuntary chill ran down his spine, considering he was also a being of the half-step Divine Ability Realm Level. If it were him in that situation, probably just one sword strike would be enough to end him too. The Deputy Sect Master of the Underworld Sect gritted his teeth in anger, "Truly detestable. A few days ago, based on the assassination reports from the other sects, a half-step Divine Ability Realm powerhouse was mobilized as well. Although he couldn't suppress that kid, their strength was fairly matched. Who would've thought that in just a few days, that kid's strength would have increased so much, to the point of being able to slay a half-step Divine Ability Realm powerhouse with a single sword strike." "Isn't that so! We originally thought that by joining forces, we could completely finish off that kid, but now it seems we might not be his match either!" exclaimed the Deputy Sect Master of the Flora Sect. The two Deputy Sect Masters were in a quandary. They had already bragged back at their sects, and they had already come halfway; if they were to be frightened into retreating now, they would probably lose a great deal of face. However, if they stubbornly engaged the enemy, what they might lose wouldn't just be face, but their heads instead. Just then, a scout responsible for intelligence hurried back from the front and saluted, "Reporting to both Sect Masters, the advance scouts have discovered that the Northern King Ye Feng is resting at Ten-mile Slope, just five miles from here. Should we strike while his army is resting and take them by surprise?" The two Deputy Sect Masters were stunned, staring wide-eyed at the intelligence team leader, but inside they were cursing, wishing they could tear the man's mouth apart. They had been considering how to come up with a proper excuse to retreat, and now this man had come to report, clearly making things more difficult for them. "Two Sect Masters, the opportunity is right in front of us. By eliminating that Northern King Ye Feng, both of your reputations would soar tremendously. Perhaps you might even become the headmaster of the Martial Academy," the team leader kept on speaking confidently. "Shut your mouth!" the Deputy Sect Master of the Flora Sect couldn't hold back any longer and roared angrily, startling the intelligence officer into confusion, wondering to himself whom he had offended. The Deputy Sect Master of the Flora Sect suddenly gestured for the Underworld Sect's Deputy Sect Master to come over, and then the two of them walked towards a secluded corner in front, apparently discussing how to retreat. Clearly, the two powerful beings of the half-step Divine Ability Realm had already been frightened by Ye Feng. A moment later, they returned and with a sweeping gesture commanded, "Retreat, we're withdrawing! return to your respective sects!" As the words were spoken, tens of thousands of sect disciples began their confused return, though by then, many of the higher-level martial artists had guessed that the retraction of the two great Deputy Sect Masters was likely due to being intimidated by the Northern King Ye Feng. Meanwhile, at Ten-mile Slope, Ye Feng was in a small pavilion built of wood, drinking alcohol. The pavilion might have been simple, but the wine was rich and potent. The wine was sold by an old, hunchbacked man who looked to be over eighty years old, gaunt and stooped, yet his movements were very deft, showing no signs of senility. Ye Feng sat in the pavilion, holding a coarse porcelain bowl, sipping wine while discreetly observing the old man.