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

The Great Protector had barely finished speaking when Sima Zhantian and Xiao Chuanqi abruptly stood up, yelling furiously, "How insolent! Who do you think you are, a mongrel who dares to show such disrespect to our master? That's a capital offense!"

Having said that, Sima Zhantian quickly turned around and cupped his fists toward Ye Feng, saying, "Your Majesty, this old wretch has committed insubordination and dared to disrespect the Northern Border Sovereign's majesty. I request permission to enter the battlefield and chop off his dog head!"

At this moment, Ye Feng also became angry. Originally, he didn't want to get involved in the internal affairs of the Southern Territory, after all, the North and the South were different. If he acted rashly, it would be inappropriate both emotionally and reasonably. But the words of the Great Protector were simply too arrogant.

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"Granted!"

Ye Feng, although seated in a wheelchair, exuded an awe-inspiring presence and snorted, "As the Northern Border Sovereign, I have never been so brazenly and presumptuously challenged!"

The Great Protector then sneered with a face full of disdain. Of course, he knew that this young man in the wheelchair was indeed the Northern Border Sovereign, but that was in the past. Now, the Northern Border had already been taken over by Zhu Guangbo, who had come from the Imperial Capital.

Nowadays, who in the Four Realms of the nation doesn't know? Zhu Guangbo has already become the acting Northern Border Sovereign!

Although the Great Protector didn't know what exactly had happened in the Northern Border, combining the current situation of the former Northern Border Sovereign with a broken leg and Zhu Guangbo's appointment, it was clear something big had happened in the Northern Border.

And the former Northern Border Sovereign before him had certainly fallen from power, or rather, had been opportunistically sidelined!

It was for this reason that the Four Great Protectors of the Southern Territory no longer paid him any attention. A dethroned sovereign, especially one with a broken leg, was worth less than a dog. Many in the Imperial Capital wished for his death.

"A crippled wretch dares to strut around unchecked in the Southern Territory Base Camp? Do you really think there's no one left in the Southern Territory? Lan Youzhong, step forward!" the Great Protector bellowed with rage.

"Yes!" Lan Youzhong stepped forward with a proud bearing. He was the Great Commander of the Southern Territory. Though his status wasn't as high as the Lord of the Nine Domains, it was hardly any different, and with his extraordinary combat power, he was one of the few Huajin Grandmasters in the Southern Territory.

The Great Protector pointed at Ye Feng and said, "This youngster has been rampaging unchecked in our territory, outrageously so. First, he killed the fourth commander, Yang Bugui, then the Chief Instructor under the Hengling Domain Lord, Moo Xilin, and finally even slew eight personal guards of the Southern King, with methods most outrageous!"

"You are to fight now, capture them, and then execute them all!"

"God dammit, you cur, you've got some nerve, daring to execute the Northern Border King, I think you're tired of living!" Sima Zhantian could hardly contain his rage and was about to rush forward.

Lan Youzhong swept forward to block his path and said coldly, "Hey, big guy, your opponent is me!"

Instantly, as their eyes met, a strong desire for battle and killing intent surged forth from both men.

Indeed, both were able to sense that the other's aura was overwhelming and their inner strength was torrential. Both were battle-hardened generals, and neither would be easy to deal with.

"Kill!" Sima Zhantian roared with an awe-inspiring air, wielding his saber and slashing downward.

The Great Commander, holding a long spear, parried horizontally in the air, and in their intersecting clash, he was forced to retreat three steps by Sima Zhantian's mighty saber blow.

A terrifying saber aura swept forth, scattering and dismantling the chairs around them. The Great Commander knew that if they continued to fight inside the house, they would undoubtedly tear down the place. The opponent might not care, but he couldn't risk it.

So, using his retreat as momentum, he immediately soared out into the courtyard.

"We can't get enough room inside, if you have the guts, then come out!" snorted Lan Youzhong. Of course, he was not wrong, for his weapon was a long spear, over two meters long, and there was simply not enough space inside for his moves.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Sima Zhantian didn't need any more prompting, dashing straight out, his saber slashing across.

His blade swung wide and struck hard, fierce and authoritative, filling the entire courtyard with a roaring wind of steel.

However, Lan Youzhong, the Great Commander of the Southern Territory, wielded his spear with a sharp and unpredictable edge, flitting erratically. Numerous times it seemed his broadsword would cleave Lan Youzhong's body in two, but each time he managed to dodge using his ethereal movement technique.

Even with his impressive skills, the Great Commander was not a match for Sima Zhan Tian, the God of Slaughter, and after thirty exchanges he gradually began to lose ground, reduced to just defending.

Fifty moves in, Lan Youzhong found himself constantly retreating, clearly on the defensive, but as a general accustomed to the battlefield, surrender was simply not an option for him.

"Fall down for me!" Sima Zhantian commanded imposingly, slashing his broadsword from high above.

In the courtyard shrouded in night, suddenly a sonorous crash erupted, followed by sparks flying everywhere from the clash of metal. Overcome by exhaustion, Lan Youzhong's legs gave out, and he half-knelt on the spot, his body bearing five or six wounds of varying sizes.

"Dare to be disrespectful to the Northern Border King, kill!" Sima Zhantian's killing intent soared as he raised his broadsword to decapitate his opponent.

Kneeling on the ground, Lan Youzhong did not make a sound, not even a furrow in his brow, ready to meet his death without begging for mercy right there.

Ye Feng hadn't intended to intervene, but witnessing this scene, he couldn't help but feel stirred. From a certain perspective, despite them being from opposing camps, he had to admit that Lan Youzhong was indeed a man of fortitude, a battlefield general full of tenacity and bloodshed.

To kill such an iron-clad individual would truly be a pity!

"Stop!" Ye Feng spoke up.

Sima Zhantian's broadsword, over a meter long, hovered just above the opponent's head when he heard the command and suddenly stopped.

Having prepared for certain death, even closing his eyes, Lan Youzhong could not have expected that his opponent would stay his hand midway. The former Northern Border Sovereign would show mercy and spare his life?

For a moment, Lan Youzhong swiftly turned to look at the Four Great Protectors, but at that point, they didn't even deign to glance at him. It seemed in the eyes of the Four Protectors, a general who had lost a battle, not only failing to defeat the enemy but also bringing shame upon the Southern Territory, was truly dispensable.

All of a sudden, Lan Youzhong's heart ached painfully; he realized how worthless his own efforts seemed. For decades he had devoted himself to guarding the Southern Territory National Gate; the Old Southern King had appreciated him while he was still alive, but after the Old Southern King's death, everything appeared to have changed.

In recent years, with the Southern King Dugu Ming seriously ill and withdrawn, the Four Protector Dharma Kings, who had once secluded themselves at Moon Spring Residence, began to surface, frequently meddling in the affairs of the Southern Territory and even liaising with several Domain Lords.

Lan Youzhong hadn't cared about these things, thinking it sufficient to guard the Southern Territory's border gates, but now, especially after seeing the plight of Southern King Dugu Ming that night, he suddenly felt a sense of desolation wash over him.

This Southern Territory was truly no longer the same as it was during the time of the Old Southern King!

With that thought, Laan Youzhou suddenly raised his head to look at Ye Feng and demanded, "I am just a defeated subordinate, why didn't you kill me just now?"

Ye Feng, though seated in a wheelchair, had a gaze full of unwavering determination and a demeanor calm and composed, as he said, "Because you are not meant to die yet!"

"Not meant to die yet?" Lan Youzhong was stunned; he did not quite understand what that meant.

Ye Feng merely smiled faintly, without offering further explanation.

At this moment, the faces of the Four Protector Dharma Kings had turned utterly grim.