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

Chapter 207: The Old Eastern King’s Decision

After Xiao Chuanqi’s breath gradually stabilized, Ye Feng finally let out a sigh of relief.

However, this did not mean his calm face was a reflection of a calm heart, on the contrary, at this moment Ye Feng’s heart was already filled with a stormy rage.

Sky Eagle Sect, well done, capturing them all in one net.

Good!

Very good!

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing the cold, knife-like gaze directed at him, Su Keming was filled with terror, especially since Ye Feng had appeared here.

Did that mean his father and uncle were both dead?

"My lord, let me kill him."

Xia Lengchan, holding a blade, spoke up. He and Li Jingang, both from the Southern Territory, had the best of relationships in the past.

"Take a break!"

"Don’t worry, I will avenge Jingang’s death."

Ye Feng’s figure flickered and in an instant, he was at Su Keming’s side.

"Prince Ye, spare..."

You want to beg for mercy?

If such scum did not die, then who in the world deserved to die?

With just one punch, Ye Feng smashed Su Keming’s mouth, shattering his teeth, then quickly grabbed at his right arm once more.

Dislocating and breaking bones!

One could see Su Keming’s right arm, clothes torn apart, as from the palm upward, the arm twisted and spiraled upwards, with tendons dislocated and everything broken, the airflow indicating complete destruction wherever it moved.

On the surface, it seemed intact, but inside it was completely mangled.

Looking at Su Keming, his whole face was twisted in agony, his mouth quivering non-stop. However, the torture Ye Feng was administering was clearly not going to end there, as he reached for Su Keming’s left foot.

Another bout of excruciating torment.

With a "thud," Su Keming’s body heavily fell to the ground, his body still convulsing even as he lay there.

"Do you want to live?"

Ye Feng squatted down, giving a cruel smile.

Yes!

Of course, Su Keming knew that Ye Feng wouldn’t let him off easily, but innate instinct still made him nod.

"There are quite a few sharks in the water now. I’ll give you a chance to live. If you can escape from the jaws of the sharks, I won’t pursue you."

Ye Feng propped Su Keming up against the railing like a puppet.

"No!"

Su Keming’s voice was hoarse as his body shook violently.

Above the sea, dozens of black dorsal fins were circling constantly. Without guesswork, Su Keming knew what lurked beneath the waters. Even at the height of his power, he would not dare face a school of sharks alone in the water, let alone now that he had lost a hand and a foot.

Droplets of blood dripped from Su Keming’s powerless right hand into the sea, and he could already see the cold, death-like stares briefly surfacing above the water.

A dead-end!

"Remember to be a good person in your next life."

Just as Ye Feng was about to let go, a sharp shout suddenly came, "Let him go."

A large ship arrived belatedly.

The Mu Family of the Eastern Border’s unique dragon boat, a product of the fusion between ancient civilization and the new era, was an odd sight to behold with a large golden dragon head hanging prominently at the very front of the ship.

Looking at the ship, there were many people on board, three layers inside and out, with over a hundred individuals, each holding a weapon. Even the weakest among them had attained an Inner Strength cultivation level, particularly the nine people standing at the center, exuding unquestionably Grandmaster Level auras, with two of them even at the Half-Step Martial King Realm.

The speaker was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. Decked in bright light blue armor and wielding a Wolf Fang Club, his expression was incredibly arrogant.

It was clear that the young man had considerable authority on this ship, as the nine Grandmasters all stood behind him, their eyes downturned.

"I told you to put him down; don’t you understand human speech?"

The young man’s brows rose coldly, hinting at an underlying intent to kill.

"Who does he think he is?"

Sima Zhantian was sitting casually on the deck, smiling with contempt at the corner of his mouth.

"I understand human speech. But some scum don’t deserve to be treated as human."

Ye Feng indifferently released his left hand.

Thud! One by one,

Su Keming ultimately fell into the sea, and immediately a group of sharks swam towards him.

"You!"

The young man ground out a word between his teeth, thought for a moment, and ultimately did not command a rescue. It was better for Su Keming to be dead.

Farewell, Brother!

"Why only come now?"

Clearly, the Old Eastern King recognized the people on the ship. He asked with a weary and cold voice, dragging his tired body.

"Uncle Mu, with the sea so vast and the fog so thick, it’s normal to lose one’s way," replied the young man after looking at the Old Eastern King for quite a while.

"Muu Haiqing, do you think I’ll believe what you’re saying?"

The Old Eastern King spat out a mouthful of blood, his gaze firmly fixed on the ship and on the person hidden among the three layers of people, sitting on the Taishi Chair.

"What does it matter whether you believe me or not?"

"Old men need to accept their age; it’s time to let go of what needs to be let go. Don’t you agree, Uncle Mu?"

Muu Haiqing smiled slyly, having arranged for no one to attend to the Old Eastern King’s wounds despite the circumstances.

"Ha ha!~"

"Good, a good ’what does it matter whether I believe.’ Muu Tianhua, is this your decision alone, or does it represent him too?" he asked with a bitter laugh, his eyes darting towards the corpses strewn across the ship.

"Brother, this is the will of the entire family," came a forceful yet cold and merciless voice from the Mu Family Great Ship.

The Mu Family of the Eastern Border, having established an illustrious battlefield reputation in defending the Eastern Border, was undeniably a major clan in the region, and by the fourth generation, Mu Tianye emerged as a fearsome figure, growing into the new King of the Eastern Border, thus pioneering a new era for the Mu Family.

However, in Mu Tianye’s generation, he was not the only outstanding individual; his elder brother Mu Tianhua was also immensely talented, but ultimately fell short of Mu Tianye’s achievements, naturally succeeding the position of the Mu Family head.

"So that’s how it is."

Mu Tianye’s voice was low, and his expression extremely forlorn as things inevitably progressed in the direction he least wanted to witness.

"Uncle Mu, hand it over!"

"Considering the significant contributions you have once made for the family, I will allow you to choose a place for a comfortable retirement."

Mu Haiqing’s sentence, though polite, was biting with every word.

With the Old Eastern King’s current injuries, without treatment, it was feared that no one would need to kill him to prevent him from seeing tomorrow’s sun.

All that talk of a comfortable retirement was nonsense!

"If you want it, come and get it."

"For generations, the successor to the title of King of the Eastern Border needed to be personally appointed by the incumbent king—that is a rule you should understand."

The Old Eastern King, shaking, drew a token from his chest. He knew what Mu Haiqing wanted and finally understood why the Mu Family had been reluctant to offer support.

Power, it drives people mad!

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Mu Haiqing approached the Old Eastern King with steps filled with joy. Despite the profound reluctance in his heart, he still chose to kneel on one knee.

But just as he was about to raise his head from his kneeling position, the Old Eastern King moved, swinging a Wolf Fang Club without hesitation towards Mu Haiqing’s head.

"Beast, how dare you!"

From the Mu Family Great Ship came a thunderous roar, followed by a broadsword transformed into a streak of light flying towards its target.

Ha! One by one.

A faint smile finally crept onto Ye Feng’s somber face as he gently flicked his finger.

There was a "bang," and a figure fell to the ground as commanded; Mu Haiqing’s face, indistinct, who until his last breath could not believe that the Old Eastern King would suddenly make an attempt on his life.

"You little bastard, you dare command me?"

"When I was making a name for myself, devastating enemies from all sides, you weren’t even fully grown."

The Old Eastern King discarded the Wolf Fang Club, realizing that at this point he was unable to wield it for a second strike.

"Qing’er!"

"Mu Tianye, you’re ruthless. Kill him, I want him torn to pieces."

A frail figure burst from the crowd, his gaze fixed upon Mu Haiqing’s shattered skull, tears streaming down his face.

"Not a single one left."

Strangely, when the Old Eastern King spoke those words, he wasn’t addressing his Personal Guard Unit but rather another direction.

The next second, Ye Feng moved, his figure explosively lunging forward as all the scattered swords and blades floated by his side.

"Kid, don’t be presumptuous."

The crowd instantly parted, revealing an old man whose eyes blazed like torches, hefting a mountain-splitting sabre that cleaved through the air with a slash.

The saber’s glow was like a torch, the Martial King, the Great Elder of the Mu Family!

"Who do you think you are?"

With a swipe of his hand, Ye Feng set the weapons at his side into a storm of flying feathers, indiscriminately sweeping towards the people on the Mu Family Great Ship.

Slaughter!

This was a massacre without any suspense, as the Great Elder of the Mu Family fell dead to Ye Feng’s thrown blade after issuing just one slash, and those remaining, seeking to escape, were utterly unable to evade the shadow that descended upon them like a demon god.

Even as they plunged into the sea, they would still be pierced through the heart by the surging waves.

The sea turned even redder.

And it seemed the sharks had their fill as well.

The Mu Family Great Ship, under Ye Feng’s foot, slowly sank to the seabed.

Three different forces, all with their own hidden agendas, yet, in the end, it was this bloodstained cruise ship that came through.

Only now, what began as a noisy departure had returned in somber quietness.

"Why did you do it?"

On the deck, Ye Feng was helping the Old Eastern King stem his wounds.

"Can you still call me the Old Eastern King?"

The Old Eastern King asked with a bitter smile.

At this moment, the Old Eastern King seemed older, and from the moment he spoke, the Mu Family too was ruined.

"In my heart, you are still the Old Eastern King," Ye Feng stated emphatically.

"Alas!"

The Old Eastern King looked up to the sky, the tears flowing from his eyes conveying an emotion that was neither joy nor sorrow.

"Give me a Great Rebirth Pill."

Suddenly changing the mood, the Old Eastern King extended his left hand.

Ye Feng was taken aback, finding this old man more tenacious than he expected, reluctantly handing over a Great Rebirth Pill.

"Two of them!"

Despicable to the core, and without the slightest embarrassment, the Old Eastern King demanded.

"The Great Rebirth Pill is for healing injuries, do you think it’s a Realm-Breaking Divine Pill?"

In an instant, Ye Feng guessed his intention and, after a pause, still handed over another one.

"Heh heh, how do I know if I don’t try?"

"Nephew Ye, you should be well aware that the Xuanyuan Nation will never allow any armed forces to become the personal property of any family."

"Over the years, my debt to the Mu Family has long been repaid. If they choose to be unkind, they can’t blame me for being unjust."

Ye Feng sat on the deck, remaining silent for a long time.

He was the executioner, but the Old Eastern King was the instigator; this was the choice of the old cunning fellow.

Perhaps only the first half of his statement was true!