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

"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, I was just joking, just joking, don't mess around, don't mess around!"

Chi Jark watched in horror as the pitch-black spear rapidly flew towards him, his soul nearly escaping him. It was Ye Feng's Sky-breaking Divine Spear, and it was attacking him!

Xiao Rulong was also startled at that moment, but soon a strange smile appeared on his face, "You reap what you sow; you brought this upon yourself."

Chi Jark was terrified. As the Sky-breaking Divine Spear drew closer, his silver Battle Armor materialized, and he had already infused all the Power of Spirit Essence into the silver Battle Armor.

He did not dare to slack off in the slightest. He had personally witnessed how Ye Feng, with just such a spear, eliminated Elder Cangming of Underworld Sect, a Grandmaster of the Golden Core Realm; its power was indeed terrifying.

His face also seemed bitter; deep inside, he deeply regretted his carelessness. Why did he have to make such idle comments? Now, Ye Feng had heard him and directly hurled a Sky-breaking Divine Spear at him.

Chi Jark decided not to dodge, intending to withstand the blow of the Sky-breaking Divine Spear with his silver Battle Armor.

However, just when the Sky-breaking Divine Spear was about to hit him, it stopped less than twenty centimeters away from his face, hanging suspended in front of him.

The hovering Sky-breaking Divine Spear continued to emit a terrifying aura, which made Chi Jark shudder uncontrollably.

"Brother Jerk, you better watch what you say in the future."

Ye Feng's faint smile rang out, followed by the Sky-breaking Divine Spear flying back towards him.

All the while, Ye Feng had not stopped, and in just a moment, he had already put a considerable distance between himself and Chi Jark.

Chi Jark watched the Sky-breaking Divine Spear flying back still with palpitations when Xiao Rulong also stopped and came up to him, mocking, "I see you shot your mouth off about Ye Feng and it nearly scared you to death, didn't it?"

Facing Xiao Rulong's mockery, Chi Jark's face turned somewhat dark, but he also realized that Ye Feng had only been joking with him, a small warning was all; he did not take these things to heart.

Yet, the force of Ye Feng's Sky-breaking Divine Spear had indeed been terrifying, which was why he'd activated his Battle Armor, just in case.

"Alright, let's hurry up and catch up. I'll keep my mouth shut," Chi Jark said with a sigh, finding it rather painful to keep quiet given his talkative nature.

Seeing Chi Jark's sheepish look, Xiao Rulong also found it somewhat amusing, but Ye Feng had already pulled ahead, so they could not stay put any longer and had to hurry to catch up.

The two men once again used their movement techniques and footwork, their images almost merging with the light as they chased after Ye Feng.

A day passed, and with Ye Feng and his companions traveling at full speed, they were now very close to the location of the upcoming martial arts competition.

Meanwhile, at an unknown distance ahead of Ye Feng and his group, within a hidden cave on one side of a valley, sat seven or eight figures.

All of them wore Samurai Outfits and had a katana at their waists. The aura emanating from each was terrifying. The weakest three among them were at the Half-Step Golden Core level, and three were Grandmasters of the Golden Core Realm.

One middle-aged man sat in the seat of honor, clearly the leader of these individuals, his aura even more enigmatic, almost inscrutable.

"Miyamoto Ichiro, is the information reliable? Will Ye Feng, the Northern Border King of Xuanyuan Nation, truly come?"

The middle-aged man in the seat of honor spoke indifferently, his gaze directed at a young-looking man in his thirties, who was toying with his scarlet katana.

This youth was Miyamoto Ichiro, the strongest among the young generation of Sword Saint Palace from the Outer Battlefield. In the previous generation's talent ranking, Miyamoto Ichiro secured the third spot, narrowly losing to the third-placed Hong Tianyu.

Now, three years later, Miyamoto Ichiro's aura was also incredibly powerful, having reached the status of a Grandmaster of the Golden Core Realm, and he had stepped into this level two years prior, now completely leading the forces of Fusang's Sword Saint Palace.

Just one day before, as they were en route to the competition, Miyamoto Ichiro informed them that he had received news from the Hong Family of Xuanyuan Hall, claiming that the Northern Border King Ye Feng would also attend the martial arts competition and, like them, was already on his way.

The members of Sword Saint Palace were invigorated upon hearing about Ye Feng. They were well aware of what he had done to their Sword Saint Palace, having breached their Mountain Protection Array and killed many of their strong individuals on Earth, an ignominy too great to bear.

Now, having learned that he was heading to the competition, they naturally set up an ambush on the way to the competition venue, hoping to eliminate Ye Feng in one fell swoop and avenge Sword Saint Palace.

"The information is accurate. The Hong Family of Xuanyuan Nation and Ye Feng are sworn enemies. They wouldn't send us false news," Miyamoto Ichiro said with a relaxed tone, seemingly not taking Ye Feng seriously at all.

"Good. A mere youngster from Xuanyuan Nation with Golden Core combat power dares to challenge the dignity of our Sword Saint Palace. We must execute him and bring his head back to our Sword Saint Palace to appease the souls of our noble warriors!"

The middle-aged man in the seat of honor's eyes were filled with a chilling murderous intent.

"With the Sword Saint of the Western Palace here, along with Ichiro and the rest of us, that Northern Border King Ye Feng won't be able to escape even if he had wings," a Grandmaster of the Golden Core Realm said with a baring grin.

The Sword Saint of the Western Palace was clearly the middle-aged man in the seat of honor.

If others from different forces heard these words, they would undoubtedly be shocked.

Almost everyone in the Outer Battlefield knew that those who could be called Sword Saints in the Fusang Yin-Yang Hall were genuine Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Realm.

This Sword Saint of the Western Palace was a newly advanced Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm from Sword Saint Palace, and he was leading his group to the talent ranking martial arts competition this time.

The other six people inside the cave were also smiling. At that moment, the Sword Saint of the Western Palace was releasing his spiritual power to scout the area.

After a while, the Sword Saint of the Western Palace immediately stood up, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Someone is coming. I wonder if it could be Ye Feng, the Northern Border King."

Miyamoto Ichiro also smiled, "Why don't we go out and see? We have all seen what the Northern Border King Ye Feng looks like."

They knew what Ye Feng looked like; after the attack on the Sword Saint Palace on Earth, they had already sent Ye Feng's information to the Outer Battlefield.

However, they hadn't received much news about Ye Feng entering the Outer Battlefield, so they had been unaware. If it hadn't been for Hong Qing informing them this time, they wouldn't have known that Ye Feng was coming to the martial arts tournament.

The seven powerhouses had already arrived in the middle of the valley, ready to wait for the person approaching from the front.

And at the entrance of the valley, a group of five people had also arrived—it was Ye Feng and his companions!

Ye Feng immediately stopped upon reaching the entrance of the valley and furrowed his brows.

"Little Martial Uncle, why have we stopped?"

Long Nannan asked curiously.

Sausage Sister was also unaware of the situation and looked over as well.

Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong closely followed the three, also stopping. Seeing Ye Feng's furrowed brow, Xiao Rulong asked, "Ye Feng, is there a situation?"

Chi Jark directly looked towards the valley ahead, but he didn't spot anything unusual.

Ye Feng glanced at the inside of the valley and said in a deep voice, "I just felt a very strong spiritual power probing us, there might be powerhouses ahead."

Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong's complexions slightly changed. If Ye Feng called it strong, then it must indeed be very powerful!

Could it be a Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm?

The looks in Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong's eyes changed, and both Long Nannan and Sausage Sister also looked serious.

"What should we do now? Are we still going through this valley?"

Sausage Sister asked directly. From Ye Feng's tone, she knew the situation was probably not simple.

"We must go through this valley; otherwise, we'll have to take a detour that will take half a day."

Chi Jark said solemnly at this time. It was an essential path. Passing through this valley, they would be very close to the venue of this genius competition. If they detoured around the valley, it would take half a day because the valley was very large.

"Let's hope it's not someone hostile to us. There probably won't be much trouble, and perhaps they've already left."

Ye Feng smiled. He wasn't too nervous, as he was quite confident in his own strength. He was just worried that if there were too many opponents, Long Nannan and Chi Jark could be in danger.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Let's go and continue on our way. Even if it is someone hostile, we just have to deal with it."

Ye Feng laughed heartily and continued leading Long Nannan and Sausage Sister, flying straight into the valley.

Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong exchanged glances, a premonition in their hearts. They tensed slightly, ready for combat at any moment, and with quick movements, they too rushed into the valley.

Ahead, when Ye Feng went deeper into the valley, his expression became instantly solemn. His spiritual power had already detected seven strong presences not far in front, and these auras seemed to bear some hostility towards them!

"Prepare for battle. It's very likely the opposition are enemies,"

Ye Feng called out in a low voice, having already let go of Long Nannan and Sausage Sister, and slowed his pace.

Long Nannan and Sausage Sister didn't dare to be negligent and had also stirred their auras, each drawing their weapons.

Chi Jark's silver battle armor emerged, with a silver spear appearing in his hands, while Xiao Rulong had already taken out his folding fan.

"They're here,"

Ye Feng stated, looking ahead.

Soon, seven figures rushed forward at high speed, appearing in the sight of Ye Feng and the others.

Chi Jark's expression changed slightly, "This is bad. They are from the Fusang Yin-Yang Hall Sword Saint Palace. The one in front is the Sword Saint of the Western Palace, and he's of the Yin-Yang Realm!"

"Next to him is Miyamoto Ichiro, the third-ranked contender in the last genius list!"

Chi Jark spoke with an ugly expression. He was familiar with both the Sword Saint of the Western Palace and Miyamoto Ichiro, as these two were quite famous figures in the Sword Saint Palace.

Xiao Rulong's expression also darkened, "A Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm, damn it."