Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 392: I am the Undefeated War God in My Heart

It must be said that the gourd held by the young man in white from the Bu Family is very powerful, it is a Spiritual Artifact, surpassing the existence of a Treasure Weapon. Ye Feng’s Wushan Thunder Seal is simply a Treasure Weapon, and comparatively a lower-grade one at that, naturally unable to contend with it.

Fortunately, the Thunderclap Seal does not belong to Ye Feng’s Object of the Divine Path, nor is it a Magic Treasure with which his life is intertwined; thus, even if it is damaged, it has no effect on him personally.

Ye Feng stood his ground, unmoved. He had to admit that this man in white was so far the most powerful opponent he had encountered among his peers, and even Mu Tian was likely not his match.

Of course, Mu Tian was very mysterious, and up to now, Ye Feng did not know much about him, nor the details of his strength; he only knew that the guy had hidden himself well. Ever since reclaiming the Northern Border, Mu Tian had vanished completely, with no news to this day. Ye Feng guessed that the other party had probably entered the legendary Outer Battlefield.

The young man in white sneered, "Bring out your Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, or you won’t stand a chance against me with just one move. However, even the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, coupled with your so-called Emperor’s Armor, is absolutely no match for me!"

Ye Feng let out a cold snort, summoned the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon with a flick of his wrist, and the spear appeared out of thin air, shimmering with a dazzling golden light that made it seem extraordinarily extraordinary.

"This Spear of the Ancestral Dragon is at most just a minor half-step Spiritual Artifact. Watch as I destroy it!" The young man in white was extremely arrogant. With a wave of his hand, the gourd floating in mid-air flew out directly, scattering light all around, dimming even the sun above.

Ye Feng, fearless, charged forward with his spear, aiming directly at the opponent. However, the ancient golden gourd suddenly veered towards him at an incredible speed, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

As the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon thrust out of thin air, the very next moment, Ye Feng felt a terrifying rebounding force explode from the gourd. He was not only unable to pierce through the gourd, but he was also repelled backwards.

"Kill!" The young man in white gritted his teeth and issued a cold command, waving his hand slightly, and the gourd spun and charged again.

Ye Feng’s eyes focused sharply as he urgently swung his spear horizontally to block. With a sudden loud boom, he was smashed and sent flying. At that moment, the ancient golden gourd seemed as immovable as a mountain.

Ye Feng staggered before landing, continually retreating backwards, the rocks of the arena crushed into deep footprints by his feet. Even his breath surged violently, almost spitting out blood, but he managed to forcefully suppress it eventually.

The crowds at the venue once again erupted into a commotion, with many exclaiming in admiration, "This young man in white is truly powerful, and that gourd in his hand certainly looks like an extremely formidable Magic Treasure. Northern King Ye Feng is simply unable to shake it."

"Looking at this, Northern King Ye Feng seems to be defeated. The end is already decided!"

At this moment, Boss Cao Cao Yi, watching from below the arena, felt his heart rise to his throat. He had staked all he had on this match, even placing a bet with Great General Duantian. If Ye Feng lost, even his position among the Three Offices would be gone.

"Ye Feng, you’ve got to hold on, my boy. Otherwise, I might have to beg on the streets for the rest of my life!" murmured Boss Cao, lamenting.

Hong Qingyan, however, turned her head slightly and smiled calmly, "Don’t worry, Uncle Cao. Big Brother Ye won’t lose so easily—oh, sorry, I misspoke. He won’t lose at all. In my heart, he is an undefeated War God!"

Boss Cao couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It seemed he was on brotherly terms with Ye Feng, and here was Hong Qingyan calling him ’Uncle’, making him feel unnecessarily old, which was rather depressing despite his age.

"Little sister, although your Big Brother Ye is an eternal War God in your heart, it doesn’t stop his opponent from being formidable. That guy comes from one of the Four Great Ancient Clans, quite a formidable force!" chuckled Boss Cao teasingly.

Hong Qingyan fell silent. She was never one to argue, but it was curious that every time she watched the white-clothed youth, she felt a strange sensation, yet she could not pinpoint what it was—like an inexplicable connection, which was odd at her level of cultivation.

Unable to discern the reason, Hong Qingyan did not think too much of it. She always loved tranquility and found it easy to let go.

Back on the arena, Ye Feng finally steadied himself, retracting the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon. He knew that the spear alone could not contend with his opponent, and even the Emperor’s Armor was not much of an aid, as the opponent’s gourd represented a type of thick and brute force attack.

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The young man in white could not help but smirk coldly, "What, you’re retracting it already? Looks like you’re ready to surrender and admit defeat, aren’t you?"

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"Up next, let me show you my true ace move!" Ye Feng retorted with a cold snort.

As he finished speaking, his breath sank, and the Qi Force in over two hundred of his acupoints ignited all at once, even part of his Qi Essence burned alongside. In an instant, his aura began to skyrocket, and his form seemed to grow and stretch invisibly.

"Burning Qi Force, somewhat interesting!" sneered the young man in white with disdain, flicking his fingers, and the gourd hanging mid-air charged forward again, speeding towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng stomped on the ground, and it shook. His inherited Dao Technique, paired with the burning Qi Force, not only caused his aura to surge but also greatly strengthened his flesh body. At this moment, he appeared like a Vajra Giant.

With a thunderous roar, Ye Feng charged forward and then hammered his fist towards the ancient golden gourd.

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Boom...

An earth-shattering roar burst forth in an instant, and even though there was a formation barrier within the arena, the crowds outside could still hear the thunderous reverberations, and even spatial ripples erupted.

The gourd was actually forcefully knocked back by a punch!

The young man in white focused his eyes suddenly, his face filled with disbelief. He had not anticipated that the other party could counter his Treasure Weapon Gourd with just a pair of flesh fists, which was simply astounding.

"Your flesh body is incredibly strong to such an extent, how did you do it!" the young man in white gritted his teeth and demanded coldly, his face showing solemn seriousness for the first time.

Ye Feng did not speak, responding instead with another punch, fierce and domineering, even carrying the momentum of a dragon and tiger.

Clang!

The Ancient Golden Gourd was once again sent flying, eventually crashing heavily to the ground; yet, even so, it remained intact. It seemed that even with Ye Feng burning half of his acupoints’ Qi and vital energy, he could only repel it but not break the gourd.

Of course, Ye Feng was not targeting the gourd, but the young man in white. He stomped and burst forward again, charging towards the young man from the Bu Family.

The young man in white had never imagined his opponent would be so decisively murderous. He watched helplessly as the fist came thundering towards him, and it was clearly too late to dodge now—worse still, the opponent was even faster than him.

Bang!

Just as Ye Feng’s fist was about to strike the young man’s face, and just when everyone thought the young man’s head was about to explode, a flash of white light suddenly swept across his neck, forming a protective shield around it.

Apparently, there must have been something like a necklace around his neck, which seemed to be a powerful Self-Defense Magic Treasure.

However, it looked like this Self-Defense Magic Treasure was a single-use item. Although it saved him once, the shield shattered with a loud noise, and the necklace around his neck fell to the ground.

"Damn it, you actually destroyed my Self-Defense Magic Treasure! For me to have to use it because of you is an immense humiliation!"

At that moment, the young man in white was furious. The white Spirit Essence within him surged out tumultuously, all pouring into the gourd behind him.

In an instant, the gourd began to shake violently and expand drastically, unleashing terrifying power!

Ye Feng’s expression hardened at this sight; without any hesitation, he ignited the Qi and vital energy in over four hundred of his acupoints, and his aura climbed to its peak as well.

At this point, it was undoubtedly clear to the onlookers that both combatants had reached a critical moment, as both had deployed all their strength.

Ye Feng stepped forward and, with the posture of one cleaving mountains, thrust out a punch. Clang! The Ancient Golden Gourd was once again sent flying. This time, the audience could clearly feel the golden light on the gourd fading, its size shrinking, and its aura no longer as sharp as before.

Although the Treasure Weapon Gourd was still unbroken, it had indeed been beaten back into its original form1

The onlookers outside the arena instantly erupted in amazement, as many exclaimed, "So powerful! Northern King Ye Feng is truly powerful. Although he is only at the peak of Martial King Realm, the combat power he has exhibited, I’m afraid, could instantly defeat even those in the fourth level of Divine Path Realm, Divine Communication Realm!"

"Indeed, if it were Cui Youya from before, faced with this move from Northern King Ye Feng, his flesh body would probably have been shattered by a single punch. Northern King Ye Feng is truly formidable!"

At this moment, Ye Feng stood in place like a Celestial God descending to earth, his gaze commanding as he addressed his opponent word by word, "Your Magic Treasure Gourd has now been beaten back to its original form by me. Your greatest reliance is gone. What will you fight me with now?"

Yet, the young man in white suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with mockery and anger. Grinding his teeth, he said word for word, "Ye Feng, I admit you are strong. To cultivate to such a level in the Mortal World, your talent is truly first-class, truly deserving of the title of Heaven’s Proud Son!"

"However, it’s a pity you’ve met me. Today, you will inevitably suffer defeat and humiliation here. Now, let me show you my true trump card, the most powerful technique of the Four Great Ancient Clans!"

As his words fell, the young man in white formed a Dao Technique with his hands. In the blink of an eye, the shrunken Ancient Golden Gourd suddenly emitted a white rainbow light from its mouth, a rainbow that pierced the sky. It was only now that the people saw clearly—it was a sword.

A Spirit Sword!

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