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

Chapter 206: Don’t Give Up on Treatment

The Five Qi seemed to have dissipated.

Within his body, there appeared to be some strange little qi clusters, like clouds of mushrooms blooming or like little pale white flowers.

Eventually, the flowers bloomed and then withered away.

Heh!

A faint smile appeared on Xiao Chuanqi’s lips. He no longer had the energy to care about the changes happening inside his body, as his consciousness was fading. He was the First Legion Commander of the Northern Border, and even in death, he would die standing!

The will does not die, the body does not fall.

"A bunch of beasts, I’ll kill you."

Am I dead?

Sima Zhantian wanted to say he wasn’t dead, but he couldn’t feel Xiao Chuanqi’s presence anymore. Tears mixed with blood. A moment that should have been filled with weeping was, instead, met with wild laughter from his lips.

It was utterly desolate!

"Come on, aren’t you going to kill us all?"

At that moment, Sima Zhantian became just as frenzied as Xiao Chuanqi. All the defenses were in vain. Rather than this, it was better to fight with their lives on the line.

Whoever comes will be the first to die!

Perhaps it was the fearless aura exuded by Sima Zhantian that made the two Sky Eagle Sect experts, who were attacking him, exchange uncertain looks. For a moment, neither wanted to be the first to engage, since nobody willingly chooses death unless driven to desperation.

As for the three who survived the attack on Xiao Chuanqi, they decided to seek out the disguised Fusang Ronin quite openly.

Idiots!

If Xiao Chuanqi could still move, he would definitely kick this big idiot into the sea. At a time like this, not fleeing meant you weren’t just seeking death; you were begging for it.

"All is lost!"

The Old Eastern King, his body covered in wounds, heavily fell onto the deck, even though the people from the Sky Eagle Sect didn’t strike the killing blow against him.

What they wanted was for him to be alive; as long as he was breathing, that was enough, and that’s why the Old Eastern King was the most miserable one. Perhaps there was a hint of intentional torment by Su Keming, yet he didn’t wish to die just like this.

The Lord of Flora Ridge has fallen!

The Island Master of East Pole Island among the Four Island Masters, that Fusang Ronin, has fallen too!

Li Jingang, the Southern Territory leader who had sworn loyalty to Ye Feng for less than half a year, ultimately fell under the onslaught of the Right Protector. His final gaze held no regret, only resentment for not being able to die standing like the other.

Standing!

On the battlefield, Xia Lengchan was struggling to hold on. Three Sky Eagle Sect experts were tasked with watching over Hong Qingyan and the Old Eastern King. Those attacking Sima Zhantian had increased from two to four. As for the rest, they rushed into the ship’s interior to begin the final purge.

If there were no surprises, only two people would survive on this luxury cruise ship. After ensuring no other survivors were left, the entire ship would eventually sink to the bottom of the sea.

It’s finished!

Everything is finished!

With a face ashen as death, the Old Eastern King knew that although only a third of the soldiers from the Eastern Border had come, most of these men held important positions.

Now, except for the three commanders guarding the camp, the high-ranking officers of the Eastern Border really existed in name only.

Yet, there was a grievance in the Old Eastern King’s heart that he could not swallow.

Why?

Why didn’t the people from the Mu Family come?

It was bad enough that the Mu Family didn’t come, but why didn’t his Personal Guard Unit show up either?

Those who should have been the first to arrive as backup had become the cause for the Eastern Border’s defeat. Of course, some of it was his own doing, bring disaster upon himself by inviting the enemy in, filled with regret.

Who was there to blame?

"I respect that you are a real man."

"The Fourth Legion Commander of the Northern Border, Sima Zhantian, right? Submit to me, and I shall spare your life."

It was just a fearless struggle.

The Taishi Chair was moved to the bow of the ship. Su Keming, sitting with his legs crossed, arrogantly said:

"Pah! You’re not worthy."

Sima Zhantian’s hands were trembling, and the blood kept dripping.

"Why am I not worthy?"

"After I return, I will soon become the new King of the Eastern Border. As long as you submit to me, I will still value you and appoint you as the new commander of a legion."

Su Keming’s gaze flickered incessantly.

Strictly speaking, the eyes of a liar never look sincere. He promised that Sima Zhantian could still hold the position of a legion commander. But isn’t it possible to scarcely appoint a legion commander for the logistics department?

A person who has betrayed his master is never worthy of being entrusted with responsibilities again.

"Haha!"

"Su Keming, do you dare to come over here? Come over, and I’ll agree to your terms."

Sima Zhantian coughed up blood but continued to laugh boisterously.

"Kill him!"

If he had really wanted to submit, he wouldn’t be calling him by name, Su Keming.

What a pity!

Su Keming shook his head. He wanted to recruit Sima Zhantian, but it was not due to admiration for his character; it was for his status as the Fourth Legion Commander of the Northern Border. In the entire Xuanyuan Nation, only a place like the Northern Border would have a legion commander.

A legion commander has status comparable to a Lord, and in the history of Xuanyuan Nation, Lords only served the Commander-in-Chief of their domain. What a shame.

Suddenly, Su Keming felt a chilling sensation at the back of his head.

He recalled the look that Sima Zhantian gave him just now, along with the unrestrained laughter. Su Keming didn’t turn around because he didn’t dare to do so. Behind him did not seem to hide a Giant Savage Beast but more like a roaring flood or tsunami.

"Die, all of you die!"

Ye Feng’s eyes were filled with rage, for he had ultimately arrived too late.

An incomparable aura burst forth in an instant. The Taishi Chair beneath Su Keming shattered into pieces, the sharp splinters of wood suspended in the air before shooting out in a split second.

Each wooden splinter was as sharp as the deadliest arrow.

"Ah!"

"No, don’t kill me!"

"Run!"

...

Scream after scream rang out, ultimately ceasing altogether.

Each high-ranking member of the Sky Eagle Sect on the deck met a gruesome end, their bodies punctured with numerous holes, with the ends lined with splinters of wood—silent witnesses to their violent deaths.

Why is it said that beneath the Martial King, all are but ants?

Because even grandmasters, even in groups, even those who reached the Half-Step Martial King Realm, in face of a true Martial King, are still like a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter.

Ye Feng, if one could say he overshadowed the world like an Asura, caused the ship to tremble with each step he took.

Soon, he arrived in front of Xiao Chuanqi, looking at the Iron Blood Legion Commander who was still standing, feeling immense pain in his heart.

As the Northern Border King, having witnessed countless joys and sorrows, life and death, the motionless chessboard of generals—sometimes, Ye Feng would rather be just that legion commander.

No, that’s not right!

How could someone who was dead still have a heartbeat?

The next moment, Ye Feng laid Xiao Chuanqi down in a supine position as quickly as possible, repeatedly pressing various points on his body and occasionally popping a pill or two into his mouth.

"King, is there hope for Xiao Chuanqi?"

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Sima Zhantian tiptoed to Ye Feng’s side and asked with hopeful eagerness.

"Lie down!"

Ye Feng commanded coldly.

Sima Zhantian: "?"

Knowing Ye Feng was not jesting, Sima Zhantian dropped to the floor with a "thud," having longed for a moment of rest.

"Idiots, if you’re not dead, stop pretending like you’re dying to bleed out, for God’s sake," Ye Feng said.

Typically, raising an injured arm can indeed help to slow the circulation of blood, thus reducing blood loss.

But for someone like Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian, who were riddled with holes and still standing, wasn’t that just hastening their own deaths?

Water flows downward, and so does blood within a human body—thus, Ye Feng was both frustrated and affectionate at this moment.

"Hehe, I could do with a massage too," Sima Zhantian chuckled, sensing from Ye Feng’s tone that Xiao Chuanqi probably wasn’t going to die after all.

"Get lost!"

"If you can move, swallow three pills yourself," Ye Feng said without paying attention to Sima Zhantian, who was typically the sort to take an inch if given a nose—he thought this was a massage?

Ye Feng was saving a life, his face still stern. Fortunately, he was a Martial King, and luckily, Xiao Chuanqi had made a breakthrough, protecting his heart with a breath of True Qi. Otherwise, even a Great Luo Immortal would struggle to save him now.

"Let me do it!"

Hong Qingyan came to Ye Feng’s side, her eyes red with emotion.

"Mmm!"

"Xia Lengchan, you need to take two pills as well. The Great Rebirth Pills specially made by the Valley of the Medicine King are not only beneficial for healing wounds, but also for your cultivation level," Ye Feng explained.

Ye Feng usually kept such pills hidden for personal use, as even in the Valley of the Medicine King these Great Rebirth Pills were extremely rare. But now he couldn’t worry about that—if they were gone, he’d just make those people refine them again. If the ingredients were nowhere to be found,

they would just have to be taken by force!

"Mistress, it must not be so," protested Sima Zhantian as he tried to refuse, but upon seeing Ye Feng’s expression, he fell silent.

Open your mouth!

Don’t give up on treatment. Sima Zhantian and Xia Lengchan silently accepted the situation, quietly gaining a new understanding of Hong Qingyan.

Right from the moment when Hong Qingyan was held up by the two of them, she had whispered to Xia Lengchan, "If sacrificing me could save you all, I would do it."

However, Xiao Chuanqi and the others gave her no chance to speak, which was why her eyes were red but she could not shed a single tear.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to cry; her mute acupoint had been pressed.

"Ye..."

The Old Eastern King struggled to his feet, wanting to ask for a pill, but upon seeing Ye Feng’s despondent silhouette, he found himself unable to voice the request.

Before Ye Feng lay the body of Li Jingang.

Li Jingang was indeed dead. Kill shots through his heart with a claw-like grievous wound had fragmented his heart—there was no turning back. Ye Feng had excellent medical skills, but he couldn’t overcome that threshold.

"Found it, we finally found it."

Voices carried over the sea surface, and then one by one, warriors clad only in undergarments leaped onto the cruise ship.

This was!

The person in the lead was shocked—there wasn’t a clean spot anywhere on the entire cruise ship; it was drenched in blood everywhere.

"King, we are late to save you, please forgive our tardiness," a group of soldiers of the Eastern Border knelt before the King of the Eastern Border. It was evident that these men were part of the King’s Personal Guard Unit.

"Give me one reason not to kill you," said the Old Eastern King with unmatched coldness, looking at the protector commander as if he were looking at a dead man.

"King, our ship had been tampered with; it sank," said a protector in a hushed voice.

"I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, Su Keming!" Even with his temperament, the Old Eastern King couldn’t help but explode with expletives—without guessing, he knew this must be another of Su Keming’s machinations.

Who in the world could have anticipated this? His Personal Guard Unit was delayed precisely because of this.

Blame himself; everything was his own fault!

"There are still three Sky Eagle Sect members inside—kill them," the Old Eastern King waved his hand, ultimately refraining from punishing them further.

His Personal Guard Unit was the most well-equipped fighting force in the Eastern Border, and yet here they were, having made it this far wearing nothing but thin singlets.

Not bad at all!