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

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Few people can remember that before becoming a Legion Commander, Xiao Chuanqi had another resounding nickname: Lone Shadow. He was the most cold-blooded and ruthless assassin on the Northern Border Battlefield. The most formidable aspect of Xiao Chuanqi was never about confronting enemies head-on.

Now, as the fierce tiger enters the forest, the God of Slaughter returns to the battlefield.

An expansive island fell silent in the instant Xiao Chuanqi left. Ye Feng mentally counted; with each count, the presence of one less pirate dissipated from the surroundings—the speed was incredibly fast.

Indeed, the Lone Shadow of the battlefield, the indifferent God of Slaughter!

Ye Feng's figure flashed as he headed toward the southeast corner of the woods. He had his own business to attend to—if he didn't destroy the Ronin Guild, this expedition would be a failure.

"Lord of the Water Source, who inflicted such injuries on you?"

Inside the cottage, Shuiyuan Longzhi, in utter disarray, leaned against the wooden door. In front of him stood several ronin dressed in samurai outfits, each with hair tied back and a small ponytail.

There were four people total. At the due north side of the table, only one meditation mat was set, upon which an elderly man sat meditating with his eyes closed. Dressed in a white samurai robe, he appeared benevolent and kind, exuding the air of a sagely daoist.

To both sides, there was a meditation mat each. However, the one on the right was empty, while the person who spoke was an old man seated on the left.

Directly across from the old man, four additional meditation mats were aligned, and at this moment, there were only two figures sitting on them—two were empty.

"East Pole Island is no more."

Shuiyuan Longzhi coughed lightly, and two tall women dressed in kimonos brought him water and food.

Upon hearing that East Pole Island had been destroyed, several ronin furrowed their brows deeply, but the old man in the middle remained unaffected. He opened his eyes and asked:

"Is the Mountain Wilderness Lord dead?"

The voice was rich and powerful, imbued with a unique persuasiveness.

"Yes, Lord Sato."

Since the Guild President had spoken, Shuiyuan Longzhi certainly dared not hide anything. Hesitating, he then continued with a somber expression:

"Not only is the Mountain Wilderness Lord dead, but Mr. Nanyang is also dead. He was killed on the road as I was returning."

"Lord Sato, now is not the time to discuss this. The enemy is very strong, incredibly strong. I suggest we choose to retreat temporarily."

In Fusang, among the ronin samurai, one only addresses another with such respect when they truly acknowledge their strength. Even Shuiyuan Longzhi faintly believed:

He is no match for Ye Feng!

In fact, Shuiyuan Longzhi never denied that Sato Shinichi was weak. Even the High-Level Martial King and Vice President of the Ronin Guild, Yamano Okamura, was only addressed as 'Lord.' This showed how respected and powerful Sato Shinichi was supposed to be.

"Retreat?"

"Lord of the Water Source, don't tell me a trip to Xuanyuan Nation has scared you out of your wits."

One of the ronin turned around with a sneer and disdain on his face.

He was one of the four 'Ministers' of the Ronin Guild, known as 'Fire,' whose real name was Nara Akio. He held the same rank as 'Wind,' which Shuiyuan Longzhi represented.

"Mr. Nara, must I tell you that Mr. Nanyang was killed by the enemy with a single strike for you to take our enemy seriously?"

"This isn't about feeding the enemy's ego while undermining our own. It's that the Ronin Guild doesn't need to take this risk," Shuiyuan Longzhi said darkly. Had he escaped Ye Feng's vicinity risking death just to be ridiculed?

"Lord Sato, I agree with what Lord of the Water Source has said,"

The man on the left calmly spoke, revealing his identity. The Ronin Guild had one President, two Vice Presidents, and four Ministers, and he was the other Vice President, Asano Forest.

"I agree as well,"

The remaining 'Forest,' Tanaka Moritaka, seconded the motion.

"I would also like to agree with what you've all said,"

"But Lord of the Water Source, have you ever considered that your ability to escape doesn't mean the enemy was completely unguarded?"

Sato Shinichi opened his aged eyes, eyes full of vicissitudes.

"President, I haven't,"

Shuiyuan Longzhi turned pale, having considered this very question. Yet, once he took the first step, how could he bear to turn back?

"There's no need to get worked up. I believe everyone's samurai spirit is admirable,"

Sato Shinichi said with a slight smile, then with a flick of two fingers on the tabletop, the teacups outside the teapot moved on their own, unfolding before each ronin and even Shuiyuan Longzhi at the door.

"A toast to all of you, and to the departed Mountain Wilderness Lord and Mr. Nanyang."

Tea was poured, and Lord Sato held his cup in both hands and drank it in one gulp.

"Lord Sato, now that the enemy has found this island, should we strike right away?"

As the cup was set down, Asano Forest changed his stance and knelt on one knee, awaiting orders.

"No!"

"Not only has he come to this island, but he has also found this place. A visitor deserves a welcoming drink, don't you think?"

Between the flicks of his fingers, the cup filled with tea transformed into a streak of silver light, shooting through the window, with not a single drop spilled.

"It is better to comply with respect than to default on it."

Outside the cottage, Ye Feng appeared on the roof of another house, spreading two fingers to intercept the flying teacup.

Hissss!

Even as the teacup reached Ye Feng's fingers, it kept spinning, but it quickly came to a halt as a group of samurai in black robes swarmed to surround him, three layers deep both inside and outside.

"All of you, stand down. Without my command, no one is allowed within a mile of here,"

The wooden door swung open, and Sato Shinichi gestured for them to withdraw, his words brooking no dissent.

"Yes!"

The samurai arrived quickly and left just as swiftly.

"Mr. Tanaka, Mr. Nara, you two should leave as well. Depart from this island,"

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Lord Sato Shinichi spoke again to the people around him.

There was no mention of Shuiyuan Longzhi, whose face showed a fleeting sadness but quickly found solace.

"Lord Sato, we are the leaders of the Samurai code, how can we flee in the face of battle? I am willing to fight to the end, for even in death lies honor,"

Asano Forest raised his head, his voice ringing with defiance.

"Sigh!"

"Well, since the two of you insist on staying, then stay."

Sato's hands moved to the hilt on his left side, where two blades lay.

"What a noble sentiment, to die with honor!"

"They want to leave, but I don't agree."

With a "bang," the wooden house collapsed, and Ye Feng, with his hand shining with radiant gold, pounced towards Sato Shinichi.

"Fierce Tiger!"

The blades drew from their sheaths—a pair of unusual black Great Fast Blades inscribed with strange patterns. As the swords were swung, the world seemed to freeze for a moment, and a windstorm surged out from the fast blade, turning into a black tiger charging forward.

"Divine Slaughter, Autumn Wind Break!"

The black twin blades swept in an arc, and the Sky Rift Glimmer flashed by in an instant. The long black trace, like a line drawn in a sketch, faded slowly after a while. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Blade Draw Technique!

And it was a Blade Draw Technique of Great Accomplishment Level.

Rumors said that the Blade Draw Technique had one final phase: Nothing Cannot Be Slashed, and while no one knew if such a realm existed, the level of "Sky Rift Glimmer" in Blade Draw Technique was enough to strike fear into the hearts of many.

Looking at Ye Feng again, in the moment of shattering the fierce tiger, he was sent flying back—a result of being slashed and also his method to minimize the damage.

"The old fella's got skills!"

"He must be somebody, not just a nobody."

Ye Feng landed and grimaced, blood dripping steadily from his fingertips. Sato Shinichi's Blade Draw Slash had easily penetrated his Protective Qi Shield, and even the golden light hadn't stopped it.

Luckily, his hand was not severed.

"You flatter me. I am the youthful hero, Sato Shinichi," Sato Shinichi replied.

Sato Shinichi's twin blades drew another foot from their sheaths.

"So, you are the Lord of the Path of Divine Slaughter. No wonder your killing power is so formidable. To have the opportunity to fight with you is an utmost honor for this junior," Ye Feng once again clenched his fist, his golden fist growing ever more intense.

It was unclear whether that was a compliment or sarcasm, but the Lord of the Path of Divine Slaughter, Sato Shinichi, was most famous for a battle where he killed the top five Supernatural Ability Users of the Great Eagle Empire in a single day. More famous, however, was not his own Path of Divine Slaughter but his master, the world-renowned Great Swordmaster: Sword Saint Musashi!

"Delaying is useless."

Sato Shinichi's expression turned cold, and he charged forward with his dual blades.

The Blade Draw Technique couldn't be executed continuously without a pause, as the accumulation of spirit and combination of Qi Force couldn't be replenished in a short time.

"Divine Slaughter, Ghost Extinguishing Slash!"

The extreme movements of the dual blades resembled open fangs of malevolent ghosts, tearing towards Ye Feng.

"Try my second move, Qi Break!"

Suddenly, a golden Great Fist formed in Ye Feng's right hand, growing larger and larger. But upon a closer look, it seemed to vanish, with the fist still dripping blood.

Boom! One by One.

A punch was thrown, crushing everything in its path, and all semblances of the fangs and malevolent ghosts dissipated in an instant.

"Tiger Hunt!"

Sato Shinichi looked shocked and had no choice but to retreat. The fist loomed large, and he crossed his twin blades before him to unleash a surge of Qi Force.

From a distance, it looked like a black tiger was facing off against a giant fist, being pushed back steadily.

A great opportunity!

The three Ronin would not miss the chance to exploit Ye Feng's brief period of weakness. In unison, two drew their blades and one enlarged his small fast blade into a Great Sword that descended in a slash.

"First move, Open Heaven!"

Ye Feng scoffed.

Others might enter a period of weakness after exerting themselves, but not him. In fact, Ye Feng himself found it odd that after activating all 108 acupoints, his Qi Force seemed inexhaustible, with his spirit energized and Qi Force abundant.

Where was the limit to the battle? Damn, he wanted to know.

Two golden Palm Blades, disregarding the oncoming Blade Draw Technique, crossed paths, and the big blade above his head was impossible to dodge. But...

Worth it!

With a thunderous crash, Ye Feng dodged the fatal blow. The blade's light struck his shoulder, and his body sank down with it.

No kneeling!

Ye Feng clenched his teeth and sprang from the ground, fresh blood again pouring from his shoulder, sacrificing himself to take down two.

Too valuable!

"I, Sato Shinichi, recognize you as a peer. As a sign of my respect, I will leave you an intact corpse to be sent back to your country."

"Divine Slaughter, the Calm of Autumn Wind!"

How can one still the wind in a vast gale?

The answer was not to cut the wind, but one could sever waterfalls, hold up space, and cut the very path of the wind.