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

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Eyes blazing, sharp as a sword.

Ye Feng had never seen such an elder, who did not show any signs of old age; on the contrary, he exuded a vigor that suggested he could hold his ground against any foe, an invincible aura that seemed to say he was a one-man blockade that a myriad of enemies couldn't breach.

"Who are you?"

White Brows gently slapped the back of the bird, and the Cloud Eagle soared into the sky.

"Ye Feng, the person who's come to kill you."

Ye Feng looked up at the Cloud Eagle in the sky and said coldly.

"You're not old, but you're quite arrogant."

"It's indeed the fearlessness of youth. Let this old man break your legs and see if you dare to spout such nonsense."

The battle was about to erupt.

As White Brows flung his sleeves, three pebbles lifted from the ground, turning into sharp arrows shooting towards Ye Feng's heart, while he himself moved in a flash, his hands forming eagle claws as he attacked in the pose of a roc spreading its wings.

Kill!

Ye Feng kicked the pebbles to pieces, his body also plunging upwards, as he unleashed a continuous barrage of twelve palm strikes, each palm creating a hand seal, each more solid than the last.

Golden palm seals sliced through the sky, like howling grenades.

"Child's play, Sky Eagle Strike!"

White Brows' claws turned a dark golden color as he effortlessly shattered Ye Feng's palm seals with his attack.

"Old thing!"

Ye Feng's face showed ferocity as he lashed out with his fists like a violent storm.

Bang bang bang!

In midair, two figures clashed fiercely, exchanging blows with neither gaining the upper hand. Streams of golden fist seals and black claw marks flowed out from their sides every now and then, exploding violently whether they hit the mountains or the sea.

"So strong!"

"In a fight of this level, being hit even slightly by the residual effects would be fatal for us. Below a Martial King, all are ants. Is this the legendary Martial King?"

"Why are there such powerhouses in the world who can unleash the might of artillery shells with every move they make?"

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The battle atop Qian Yuan Mountain was more fantastical than television dramas for those unaccustomed to the world, while for those who practiced martial arts more deeply, apart from shock, there was only envy.

"Vast Cosmos Eight Forms."

The two figures split apart, and after dozens of exchanges, White Brows finally showed his age. His breathing became erratic.

Without waiting for breath regulation, White Brows performed the Void Step, unfolding a new set of moves that blurred his figure even more.

"Damn your grandfather!"

Ye Feng would not let the old man continue his display, propelling his body forward, he unleashed one golden fist seal after another, carelessly overwhelming the remnants of shadow.

Shriek!

A cry of an eagle resounded from the shadows as a giant white eagle soared into the sky. With a flap of its wings, countless white feathers transformed into feathered arrows, raining down upon him.

There were still moves like this?

Ye Feng swiftly dodged to the side, and as he escaped, feathers bombarded the spot he just vacated, leveling a meter off the top of the mountaintop in mere moments.

"You little brat, let's see where you can run to."

The white eagle flew after Ye Feng's retreating figure.

"Can that kid win?"

At this moment, aboard the Old Eastern King's battleship, an old man in a Tang suit appeared at some point. The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his presence as profound as the ocean.

"Hard to say."

"White Brows has grasped another level, albeit just superficially, but it's much stronger than a high-level Martial King. However, Ye Feng's Qi feels quite extraordinary to me."

The old man narrowed his eyes, a sharp light flitting across them.

"Another level, what kind of level?"

Old Eastern King asked, frowning.

"Divine Path!"

The old man turned to look at Old Eastern King and continued:

"No one knows the ultimate end of the Martial Dao, but being a Martial King isn't the end for a martial artist. Martial artists practice martial arts, defying the heavens to seek eternal life.

You could say that Martial Kings are still bound by the constraints of this world, while on the Divine Path, martial artists strive to break free from the world's constraints, thoroughly sublimating themselves and transcending the world."

"White Brows' eagle is his attempt at understanding that path, hence he can transform into a giant eagle to attack. Transforming into nature is indeed the quickest route for many Martial Kings to enter the Divine Path, but it's also the crudest method."

"It's too early to discuss this with you. In a nutshell, don't think being a Martial King makes you invincible. On the contrary, reaching Martial King status only signifies you've taken your first step and earned the right to step onto another stage of the world."

Divine Path!

Old Eastern King nodded silently, recognizing that growth in all things must be gradual. He was never one to seek unattainable heights.

Without a doubt, if he hadn't broken through to become a Martial King, the elder wouldn't have shared such critical information with him.

"How can he win?"

Old Eastern King asked intently. Today's battle was supposed to be fought by the elder, but Ye Feng had taken his place.

"Wait!"

"Just as I mentioned earlier, transforming into nature is the simplest method, and simplicity implies ease of being countered. That eagle, being all form but no substance, cannot maintain its cohesion for long."

The elder looked towards the mountain peak, his expression serene.

Wait!

In the elder's opinion, waiting was indeed the best strategy. All one needed to do was to wait for the moment when White Brows couldn't sustain his transformation, which would be the time for a deadly counterattack.

But Ye Feng apparently had no intention of just dodging indefinitely; after trying to withstand a few of the feathers, he stopped at the edge of a cliff, halting his steps with a twist of his waist.

"Die!"

White Brows was overjoyed at the sight, his wings rotating fiercely as he created a silver dragon that surged straight toward him, carving a half-meter-deep trench in the mountain wherever it passed.

Cutting a path as it went!

The foremost point, whether a claw or a beak, was so sharp that it was unbearable to look at directly.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

"This is the only move I thought of, Open Heaven!"

Ye Feng's left hand rose.

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A beam of golden light shot out from between his palms, rather than turning into a giant eagle with fancy tricks like White Brows. It was better to concentrate all his Qi Force into one spot.

Easy to think, then easy to do.

The light grew ever more intense, no one knew what it looked like, and Ye Feng himself seemed like a War God holding up a golden holy sword, slashing downward.

Bang!—

From the edge of the cliff, the golden light spread all the way, as if it wouldn't stop until it had split Qian Yuan Mountain in two.

Is that all?

Ye Feng shook his left hand, his face full of disbelief, followed by ecstasy. He had thought that he would have to directly confront White Brows' attack and it was inevitable to get hurt. Who would have thought this old codger was now cut in two, dead beyond dead.

Screech! Screech!—

Feeling their master's death, the giant eagles in the sky let out two angry cries and swooped down.

"Demonic beast, how dare you come and provoke trouble."

Ye Feng, who had been intent on rushing to give the giant eagle a good thrashing, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He stretched out two fingers, and with a trace of excitement, shouted:

"One Yang Finger!"

A golden beam shot out from his fingers, and in an instant, it pierced through the giant eagle's head.

So that works too!

With a thump, the body of the giant eagle fell into the sea. Ye Feng had a playful look on his face, as he seemed to have discovered a better, stronger, and more convenient way to utilize his own Qi Force.

"White Brows is dead, split in two."

"Haha, serves him right, we won! The Eastern Border has won."

"Such a divine person, long live the Eastern Border!"

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Split in two with one move.

At this moment, on Qian Yun Mountain, Ye Feng was the pride of the entire Eastern Border. Countless people were cheering for him, only wishing they could go and personally thank him and catch a glimpse of the War God's appearance.

"Is that Ye Feng's Divine Path?"

The Old Eastern King's eyebrows relaxed.

"I don't know, it probably isn't. There's something strange about that kid. That Qi Force of his is quite unusual, very special."

"Wait, what did you call him?"

The elder asked, turning his head in surprise.

Even Ye Feng's feat of killing White Brows didn't shock him as much as this did.

"It's that guy from the Northern Border."

The Old Eastern King knew what was on the elder's mind.

"How is that possible!"

"Half a year ago, he was just a Great Grandmaster stuck at a Half-Step Bottleneck, and now he is a bona fide High-Level Martial King."

The elder's lips twitched, feeling as if his decades of cultivation had all gone to the dogs.

Monster!

Such talent could only be described with the word 'monster'—no other words would suffice.

The Old Eastern King said nothing, obviously stricken as well. The elder beside him would not lie to him—less than half a year to advance from breaking through as a Martial King to becoming a High-Level Martial King; was this something a human could accomplish?

Never mind High-Level, no one would believe it even for Middle Rank.

"Keep Ye Feng's strength a secret."

After the shock, the elder spoke sternly to the Old Eastern King.

"I know what to do."

The Old Eastern King nodded.

"This won't be able to be kept a secret for long. Tell him not to wander around when there's nothing going on and hurry back to clean up his mess. I have a feeling that the world, as it is now, is starting to change."

"That young man is coming back; I'd better go. For the time being, don't let him know about my existence."

Without waiting for the Old Eastern King's agreement, the elder disappeared in the blink of an eye, coming without a trace and leaving without a shadow.

"Is Ge Lao's Divine Path wind?"

The Old Eastern King blinked in surprise.

A gust of wind blew by, and just like that, the person was gone?

"Honey, you are amazing!"

When Ye Feng returned to the ship, Hong Qingyan immediately ran over to praise him,

Uh!

This sudden appellation caught Ye Feng a bit off guard, but his heart was elated. He embraced the beauty's waist, smiling:

"Honey has even more amazing things up his sleeve."

A group of soldiers from the Eastern Border held back their snickers.

"Where's the man?"

After the joke, Ye Feng turned his head to look at the Old Eastern King.

"He's gone!"

"What are you staring at me for, do you expect me to invite him to dinner? Including those three sick men in the big camp, you guys will have your hands full making dumplings tonight."

The Old Eastern King grinned, immediately adopting a butcher-like demeanor, about that one, he couldn't say.

He couldn't say it to his death!

"Alright, I always felt his aura was a bit familiar."

"Are you suggesting that Xiao Chuanqi has awakened?"

Ye Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, he has awakened. I received the news right away, less than ten minutes after we set out to sea."

"You don't need to look at me like that; I wanted to give you a surprise. Now, it's a double celebration, which couldn't be better."

As if fearing that Ye Feng might hit him, the Old Eastern King, with his protruding belly, quickly left the cabin.

"Set sail, let's return to camp."

More and more ships were gathering around the warship, yet the Old Eastern King did not give these people a chance to ingratiate themselves.