Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 303 Stirring Up Trouble

As swords rose and knives fell, severed heads tumbled to the ground.

Who would have thought that in this era of peace, such bloody and cruel violence lay hidden in Fallen Dragon Valley? The people, corrupted by Ghost Qi, couldn't understand what was happening. They had followed the scent of flesh and blood here, only to be greeted by death.

How many had been buried in the abyss?

No wonder his journey had been through deserted cities; no wonder the central Infection Zone had an inescapable stench of blood; no wonder the Six Great Sects had joined forces to guard every valley entrance.

At just a glance, Ye Feng felt his blood boiling with anger. His heart ached, and killing intent surged within him. The Six Great Sects were slaughtering these ordinary people who had been corrupted by Ghost Qi, all in the name of righteousness.

This was sheer madness!

"Let them out."

The disciples of the Underworld, who had already set down the iron cages, looked at the carnage before them with exceptionally cold eyes. Some even shone with a bloodthirsty light, wishing they could join in the slaughter.

The bloodstained cages were soon opened, but the two pitiful figures inside were already so mangled that they didn't even have the strength to come out.

"Roll out of there,"

Yue Dengchuan said with a cruel smile on his lips.

In this place, the duties might be boring, but the compensation was generous. After the disciples of the Six Great Sects delivered the cages, they were afforded one to two hours of reward and rest time.

During this leisurely rest period, they of course did what they wished.

For instance, tormenting the two people they had carried all the way here. To be served by these elite disciples was a treatment not easily enjoyed and had to be repaid.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to get out?"

A disciple of the Underworld with a scorpion-shaped mark on his face yelled.

"Yue Dengchuan, you despicable villain, I won't spare you even as a ghost,"

a man slowly crawled out, his eyes filled with hatred for Yue Dengchuan.

"Despicable, me?"

"How about when you knocked me down a valley for a Three-flower Green Snake Grass? Wasn't that despicable? Hou Yuqi, let's not argue who's better. It's just unfortunate that after so many years, you're still a loser,"

Yue Dengchuan said with a foot on the cage, his expression arrogant, while toying with a flying knife in his hand.

"What do you want?"

Hou Yuqi bowed his head.

Victors thrive, losers suffer. Knowing he had no chance to live after falling into Yue Dengchuan's hands, he simply wished for a quick death.

"I've heard your sister is at Mount Shu. Do me a favor, call her out,"

Yue Dengchuan leaned forward, his words mocking.

"In your dreams!"

Hou Yuqi spat at Yue Dengchuan, but the latter easily dodged.

"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit,"

Yue Dengchuan swiftly moved in front of Hou Yuqi and stomped on his left hand.

Crack, crack! One by One.

It's nothing but a dog-eat-dog world.

Ye Feng no longer paid attention to their petty squabbles. He was struggling to control his emotions while carefully observing the situation in the valley.

Only two masters were on guard, one in a thatched hut on the mountain peak, and the other lying on a large rock, sleeping. Ye Feng saw the Purple Gold Heavy Hammer, a symbol of the Tang Sect, at the waist of the man on the rock.

Cultivation level, at least above Spirit Division Realm.

Perhaps numb to it all, Hou Yuqi, regardless of how often Yue Dengchuan stomped on him, made no sound. He convulsed slightly as if on the brink of death.

"Stop!"

A group of Mount Shu disciples carrying longswords arrived one after another, with the leading figure wearing a tall coronet and possessing a remarkable presence.

Ye Feng noticed that these Mount Shu disciples weren't the same ones he saw the day before; clearly, each sect had at least two groups of disciples working in shifts.

"Who do I owe the displeasure, if not Jian Yunchong from Mount Shu? I mistook the sounds for those of a pig calling out,"

Yue Dengchuan's foot not only remained on the cage but also stomped down even harder.

Ha ha! One by One.

The Underworld disciples burst into laughter.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"

The color of Jian Yunchong's face fell as he felt he was losing face.

"It seems like it's you who should shut up. Whence comes this stray mangy dog, daring to give orders to our Senior Brother Yue? Are you tired of living?"

Qin Xiao, the Underworld disciple that Ye Feng was posing as, shouted back.

The day before they had struck, Zhang Wenyuan had quietly probed the thoughts of every Underworld disciple, and they had decided to target Qin Xiao for their ruse because he was not only Yue Dengchuan's crony but also shared a deep bond with him.

As Qin Xiao spoke, the situation suddenly became a lot tenser. Seeing that things were going south, the Underworld disciples gathered behind Yue Dengchuan, while the Mount Shu disciples quietly gripped the longswords behind them.

On the rock, the burly man's eyelids twitched, but he made no other move.

"Kid, dare to disrespect our Senior Brother Jian, and you will regret living,"

a junior from Jian Yunchong's side immediately retorted.

"Whether I'm sick of living, I don't know, but who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"

Ye Feng pointed directly at the Mount Shu disciple, his attitude insolent.

In reality, Ye Feng already understood that as disciples of the Nine Great Sects, these people must have fought amongst themselves privately; after all, where there are people, there is the Martial Arts World, and where there is the Martial Arts World, there is inevitably strife and bloodshed.

"Insolence!"

Jian Yunchong said indignantly.

"Bullshit,"

Ye Feng retorted before Yue Dengchuan could step in.

"You're looking for death, kid!"

Jian Yunchong looked at Ye Feng, his eyes now holding a murderous intent. Was this lowly Grandmaster brazen enough to spout wild words to a Martial King?

Not all elite disciples from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts were equal: Jian Yunchong and Yue Dengchuan, both Martial King level, represented the top tier among elite disciples. Qin Xiao (Ye Feng), virtually unknown, likely wasn't even ranked within his own sect.

"What can you do to me?"

Ye Feng's fingers pointed at Jian Yunchong, then shifted to the Mount Shu disciple who had just spoken.

"Yunchong Senior Brother, let me deal with him for you."

The Disciple of Mount Shu asked for instructions.

This!

Jian Yunchong paused for a moment before asking,

"Senior, this is a private grudge between us. May we pass and add to your excitement?"

Of course, he was speaking to the two powerful individuals guarding this place.

"But doing so is harmless."

From the thatched cottage atop the mountain came a light and floaty response, bringing a look of joy to Jian Yunchong's face.

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This is getting interesting, Ye Feng thought, smirking coldly in his heart.

This will do!

Immediately, Jian Yunchong signaled to his subordinates with a glance.

"I, Hou Bubai, do not slay nameless pawns. Declare your name, bastard."

Such arrogance!

"Qin Xiao."

Ye Feng leaped forward, unafraid of battle, annoyed that none of you would come out and fight.

"Hold on!"

"Jian Yunchong, you want this trash, right? If we're going to fight, let's add a little wager. If you win, take the man. If you lose, I don't want anything from you—just kneel on the ground and kowtow to me a few times," Yue Dengchuan said with a sneer, then transmitted a message to Ye Feng:

"You are allowed to win, not to lose; there's no need to hide your strength anymore."

What a thing to say!

Ye Feng couldn't help but praise inwardly. Qin Xiao liked to downplay his skills; his true cultivation level had long reached the Martial King, but because he was considered "lacking talent," he wasn't noticed by the important figures and thus stayed low-key in the Underworld.

"Let's bet, Hou Bubai, waste him."

Jian Yunchong seemed full of confidence in Hou Bubai too.

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Clang! One by one

Hou Bubai drew his sword and said to Ye Feng,

"Kid, remember to speak politely to others in the future."

In an instant, swords danced all around. Hou Bubai, with Void Step, didn't rush to close in on Ye Feng but instead danced with his longsword, condensing his spirit and being on guard as his aura continued to surge.

Secret Technique!

If Hou Bubai was merely a Ninth Stage Grandmaster a moment ago, then by now he was truly a Half-Step Martial King. In the dance of his sword, the sounds of wind and thunder emerged unmistakably.

"Kill!"

Ye Feng shattered rocks with his foot and rushed forward with clenched fists.

"Courting death."

Seeing Ye Feng's reckless charge, Hou Bubai couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and immediately pointed his sword repeatedly, using the move "Seven Stars Linked Beads" aimed at the upper three paths of Ye Feng.

In response, Ye Feng casually threw a punch that instantly shattered all kinds of sword glows, sending Hou Bubai, along with his sword, flying through the air.

"Damn it, you're a Martial King."

Seeing Ye Feng rise to attack again, Jian Yunchong drew his sword and rushed forward.

Bring it on!

"How dare you!"

Yue Dengchuan followed and acted when he saw this.

Unnoticed by anyone, a sinister smile played on Ye Feng's lips as he threw a punch towards Jian Yunchong, gradually weakening the force of his punch.

Before the longsword could reach him, the sword qi already had. Jian Yunchong was a High-Level Martial King, but before he could stab Ye Feng, the latter oddly flew backward, at which point Yue Dengchuan, holding a short blade, stabbed towards him.

How could this be!

Jian Yunchong's face showed horror, and as he tried to swing his sword for defense, he found himself suppressed, unable to move. The short blade, without suspense, pierced into his heart.

How could this happen?

Having succeeded with a single blow, Yue Dengchuan stood in shock. Was Jian Yunchong's cultivation all just paper-thin?

"You brat dare to kill someone."

From the thatched cottage on the mountaintop, a figure flew out rapidly and in a moment was in front of Yue Dengchuan, not hesitating before slashing out with a palm.

"Senior Brother, be careful."

At that moment, Ye Feng stood in front of Yue Dengchuan.

Boom! One by one

A bloodied figure flew backward in retreat.

Damn it, this old man doesn't hold back, Ye Feng thought, feeling sick to his stomach, but he forced himself to spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Qin Xiao!"

Now wasn't the time to be stunned. Yue Dengchuan hastily retreated, then yelled out:

"Master, save me!"

Master, wasn't Huashe Poison Sister-in-law already dead?

The old warrior from Mount Shu paused slightly. It was because Huashe Poison Sister-in-law was dead that he dared to attack Yue Dengchuan without any scruples.

"You old hairy thing, dare to touch my disciple again!"

A thunderous voice came from afar, belonging to the woman with the half-horse face mask in the forest.

"Ma Qinghuan, if you're looking to pick a fight, just say it. Others may fear you, but I do not. This person dared to kill a disciple of Mount Shu; it's a life for a life," the old warrior of Mount Shu said, though he ultimately did not strike.

"Damn it, old matted hair, I want you dead," Yue Dengchuan shouted brazenly.

No one knew, but Zhang Wenyuan's State of Mind had another function, and that was to plant a seed in the heart of the person being observed.

A seemingly insignificant seed, yet it had the power to cause momentary confusion for the one under its effect.