Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"Heh heh!" Chen Tai felt a surge of pleasure within. Ever since his son died, he had dreamed of vengeance, and now, knowing that his enemy Ye Ling was about to be finished, and even his wife was to become Liu Shao's plaything, he was so excited he was nearly mad.

"Liu Shao, your men have been out for half an hour, they should be back by now, right?" Chen Tai asked, bowing slightly.

"Hmm, I'll call them right now and have them bring me Ye Ling's head immediately," Liu Yuan nodded, pulling out his cellphone to call his subordinates.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the entrance.

"No need for that!"

Bang!

A figure slammed onto the table, smashing the abalones and sea cucumbers to mush, drenching Chen Tai and Liu Yuan with soupy juices, making them look utterly disheveled.

"Who's that?" Liu Yuan's face turned to fury. Just as he was about to order his men to take down the intruder, he caught sight of the man's face on the table and immediately cried out in shock, "Zhou Xiong? How did you get beaten like this?"

The man was indeed his martial artist, Zhou Xiong. He was now full of broken bones, and his internal organs were displaced. He was no longer the imposing martial artist but rather like a broken man.

"Cough cough! Liu Shao, it was that bastard Ye Ling. He crippled me and said he's after you for revenge!" Zhou Xiong coughed violently, immediately spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, grabbing Liu Yuan's hand and saying hatefully, "Liu Shao, you must take revenge for me!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Liu Yuan bit his lip until it bled, staring at Ye Ling and the others at the doorway with a cannibalistic gaze, and roared, "I've never been defied by anybody all my life. I will slice off your flesh piece by piece and make you regret being born into this world!"

"Liu Shao, you don't have to lift a finger. There are only four of them, and I've got so many guys here. One slash each and we'll chop them up into mincemeat!" Chen Tai waved his hand and glared at Ye Ling with a ferocious smile.

"Good lad, since you've brought yourself to my doorstep, don't blame me for dismembering you to avenge my son!"

In an instant, more than two hundred thugs jumped down from the walls. Each one brandishing a serrated knife, they surrounded Ye Ling and his group.

Their eyes were fierce, and the stench of blood hung on their blades. It was clear that they were adept at killing and fighting, and even Liu Yuan praised them, saying, "Good, Boss Chen really knows his stuff. With so many well-trained fighters, even if those few are martial artists they couldn't escape death!"

Chen Tai smiled smugly, comfortably leaning back into his 'Eight Immortals' chair, pouring a glass of red wine for himself and Liu Yuan: "Once my boys have killed Ye Ling, I'll drink to celebrate."

"Haha, good!" Liu Yuan clapped and laughed loudly.

The two men were at ease, already regarding Ye Ling as good as dead.

Yet Ye Ling just sneered and swept an eye over them before raising his hand and saying, "Ye Shiyi, Ye Shi, step forward. Leave this trash to you."

"Yes, sir!" The two of them, resolute, saluted him militarily and then charged at the more than two hundred knife-wielding thugs with their bare hands.

"Idiots, do they really think they're immortals, fighting a hundred by themselves!" Chen Tai snorted disdainfully and lifted his wine glass, ready to celebrate their deaths.

But the next moment, he was so stunned that he crushed the glass in his hand and shrieked, "How can this be?"

The two stood tall, shooting forward like cannonballs, their fists flying left and right like hammer blows. With thudding impacts, the thugs around them were smashed to the ground, their own blades curling back, slashing their faces and necks in a circle.

Ye Ling and Ye Jiu, however, continued forward without pausing as if oblivious to the commotion behind them, taking step by step.

By the time they reached the dinner table, those two hundred men had already been knocked down to the ground, lying there and wailing ceaselessly.

"How, how is this possible?" Chen Tai's pupils shrank drastically, he crouched down in fear and hid under the table, looking at Ye Ling and his companions with the terrified eyes of a cowering dog.

Ye Ling sneered, grabbed a wine bottle from the table, and poured a glass for both Ye Shiqi and the other person.

"Audacious!" Liu Yuan slammed the table and stood up, glaring at Ye Ling, "Boy, do you think just because you have a few martial artists under your command, you can do as you please in this world?"

"I'm telling you, I'm the young master of the Dragon Hall, even Dark Energy Masters are under my command!"

As soon as his words fell, a middle-aged man wearing a blue training outfit appeared on the garden wall by the entrance. With a shiver of his body, he flew over thirty meters from beyond the wall and landed with a thud in front of everyone.

Crash, the floor caved in, sinking an inch as if struck by an earthquake.

All the people showed expressions of alarm and fell to their knees, exclaiming, "An Immortal, ah!"

"How would a bunch of ordinary fools understand the prowess of martial artists?" Liu Yuan's eyes showed disdain as he clasped hands towards the newcomer, "Master Chen, please take action quickly and help me eliminate these scoundrels!"

Master Chen nodded slightly, his gaze briefly sweeping over Ye Shiqi and the other person, then commented indifferently, "Not bad, Qi Force well-contained. You qualify as quite capable in the outside world."

"However, you've been bold enough to make an enemy of our Dragon Hall, you're truly courting death?" Master Chen's left hand reached into the air, generating a gust of wind that made the glasses on the table quiver. Then suddenly, with a whooshing sound, a glass flew into Master Chen's hand.

He took a sip of red wine, then crushed the glass in his hand like it was made of mud, shaking his head at them, "If you don't want to die, get on your knees and swear an oath to join Dragon Hall as battle slaves right now!"

The pupils of the surrounding people constricted, their faces showing admiration as if they were looking at an Immortal. Chen Tai crawled out from under the table, proudly saying, "Ye Ling, do you see? Your two subordinates are like porcelain bowls in Master Chen's hands, they break on a single clench!"

"Oh, is that so?" Ye Ling sneered, and with a backhand move, slapped towards Master Chen's face.

"How dare you, for someone like you to lay a hand on me, I'll crush your internal organs!" Anger spread across Master Chen's face, and with a surge of Qi Force, he reached for Ye Ling's hand.

With a bang, it felt like he had struck iron. The bones in his hand shattered, and he felt a terrifying force entering his body, shattering his organs.

His expression became vacant, watching the slap approach his face, but his body couldn't summon any strength, not even the courage to resist.

"A Grandmaster of transforming energy!" The words suddenly flashed through his mind.

With a smack, Master Chen was slapped onto his back, collapsing completely to the ground.

"This, this, how is this possible?" The onlookers' eyes bulged, disbelievingly rubbing their eyes.

This was Master Chen, a divine being who could harness Qi mid-air, yet he was slapped across the face without the slightest ability to retaliate.

Master Chen scrambled to his feet, only to immediately kneel down and began knocking his head on the ground, pleading, "My lord, spare my life please, I had no idea of your status, I'll never dare to oppose you again, please spare me!"

"No, Master Chen, what are you doing? You are a Dark Energy martial master, how can you kneel to such a worthless person?"

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