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

Chapter 295: Grey Sky

Black luster, rich aroma.

Although it was impossible to tell what it was, one couldn’t hide the fact that it was a treasure. They say fortune favors the bold. Having stumbled upon such a treasure, how could Mike give up on it? It would be against all reason not to seize it.

It seemed that the Goddess of Luck was also looking after Mike. The distance of less than fifty meters, he flew smoothly, all spatial cracks passing by him narrowly. Finally, when he was less than five meters away from the upright black light, he saw what it was.

It was a sword!

The deep black Great Sword stood solemnly in the void, and around it, space appeared to be cracking like a turtle shell, spreading into the depths of the void. Occasionally, eerie wind sounds emitted from within. Looking at the Great Sword again, its blade was streaming with black bloodstains.

Eerie, powerful!

Facing such a treasure, the corners of Mike’s mouth couldn’t help but lift with difficulty. Still, he dared not rashly reach for it. Stopping in a crack-free spot, he conjured two Fire Snakes.

The tiny Fire Snakes, as if they were sentient, flew forth and sprang forward.

Shh! One by one.

"Sure enough, it’s dangerous."

The Fire Snakes had not yet approached the Great Sword before they were shredded by the weird powers emanating from the cracks. Unmoved, Mike stretched out his hand, and five more Fire Snakes flew from his fingertips.

Divine Lord, please bless me!

Mike continued to pray earnestly in his heart. He was only one step away from success, but the damned spatial cracks prevented him from moving forward. He could only try to hook the Great Sword and pull it out. The key to success depended on whether the Fire Snakes could reach it.

Every additional minute he spent there meant facing one more danger upon leaving.

The High Seas were a ruthless killing field, where humans die for treasure as birds do for food. Here, nationality mattered not. To kill for loot was the simplest thing.

"Mike, someone’s coming."

Velia said anxiously from behind.

"Velia, hold off those people. Give me one more minute. If I can get it out, we can both escape no matter how many enemies there are."

Mike said, focusing his spirit.

He didn’t want to give up, he truly didn’t. After some attempts, he had successfully advanced the Fire Snakes by one meter. Just one more meter, and the Great Sword would be his.

If something could remain intact in space filled with cracks, the black Great Sword had indeed deeply stirred Mike’s nerves. Its power was undisputable.

"Hurry up!"

Velia gritted her teeth, dropped a phrase, and turned to face the enemies.

As time ticked away, Mike used both hands, sending Fire Snakes on the original trajectory repeatedly forward. With each small leap forward, a number of Fire Snakes vanished for nothing.

"Divine Lord, just a little more."

Mike had already heard more than one or two voices, his heart pounding with urgency.

If someone outside took action against the space he was in right now, he didn’t need any fatal moves; the unstable space itself would devour him.

Luckily for Mike, the Goddess of Luck had not abandoned him. Just one minute had passed when he finally managed to touch the black Great Sword and hastily pulled it toward himself.

The Treasure Sword, it came out!

Looking at the Great Sword within arm’s reach, Mike’s tense face finally revealed a smile. He couldn’t wait to stretch out his hand to grasp the hilt.

"My thing, you also dare to take?"

An emotionless voice suddenly sounded out in front.

Looking up, Mike was immediately scared out of his wits. Not far ahead, at some point, a disheveled person had appeared, with blood-red hair obscuring his face, only a pair of blood-red eyes shining brightly.

A person from an Alternate Space-Time!

Escape! One by one.

He was like a bloodthirsty ferocious beast; Mike understood the meaning behind those eyes—they were filled with boundless desires for killing. He abandoned the Great Sword that was within his grasp and fled for his life.

"Damn it, how could such a being exist?"

Mike cursed endlessly in his heart. He really didn’t want to give up; the object within his reach now had to be relinquished involuntarily.

Very fortunate!

The sudden appearance did not pursue Mike. Like a caged ferocious beast, he stood quietly in the void, as aloof and proud as the black Great Sword.

"I said, I would come back."

The figure spoke again, uttering words Mike didn’t understand, then reached out and beckoned. The black Great Sword, ignoring the numerous cracks, instantly came into his hand.

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A crescent-shaped black sword light spread outward. Eerie black lightning entwined around the sword light, emitting a "sizzle" sound. Everywhere it passed, the invisible void seemed to collapse layer by layer.

What kind of mighty power was this?

Mike even forgot to escape, the sword light did not sweep towards him but flew over his head, moving toward a more distant place.

Luckily!

Mike, who had just escaped the range of the whirlpool, couldn’t help but look back, only to find that the mysterious being was holding a red object in his hand, leaping into the whirlpool.

He was heading to the Outer Battlefield.

Suddenly, Mike felt a chill all over his body. He looked down at his own body and was startled out of his wits. Only then did he realize what the person had been holding in his hand.

On Mike’s chest, there was a large, gaping hole that went clear through. As a Divine Path Expert, he didn’t even know when he had been fatally struck.

A figure plummeted straight into the sea.

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The continuous sword light silenced all the sounds of fighting.

Within a few hundred meters, the great whirlpool continued to spew gas and various debris, but no one knew what had just happened here, let alone that a terrifying presence had entered the Outer Battlefield ahead of time.

The grey sky.

After arriving in the Central Region, Ye Feng suddenly found that the sky was inexplicably covered with a layer of grey fog, unseen, unfelt, and undispersable—a bizarre fog that seemed like the black qi emanating from the Grim Reaper, constantly eroding people’s bodies.

A fog that could devour vitality!

Ye Feng frowned, although it was faint. As a being capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with a Divine Path Expert, he still sensed the slow loss of his own vitality. Looking around at the flora, all showed signs of withering.

It was certainly more than just Ghost Qi!

Ye Feng did not follow Duan Tian and others to the temporary secret base, but headed in another direction. His trip to the Central Region was not in the capacity of the Northern Border King, but at the invitation of the Sect Leader of the Divine Doctor Sect.

"Why are you following me?"

Ye Feng looked at Zhang Wenyuan, puzzled.

Although the Daotian Group was now his, Ye Feng had not dictated that the Zhang brothers’ every move must follow his command. Moreover, Zhang Wenyuan, who had returned from overseas, obviously had a deeper identity.

"If I don’t follow you, whom can I follow?"

Zhang Wenyuan immediately perked up, his smile forced and unamused.

"Following someone like me, don’t you feel it’s beneath your talents?"

Such a tone made Ye Feng think of Yu Feiyu, wondering if there had been any other developments with the patients in the capital.

They both had the tenacity of a cowhide candy!

"Of course it’s not beneath my talents. As the saying goes, the capable should do more. You’re formidable, you do more, and I follow behind, lending a hand and taking it easy—it couldn’t be better."

Zhang Wenyuan said carelessly.

"Talk about serious matters, what are you doing in the Central Region?"

Ye Feng’s expression turned cold.

Instinct told him that Zhang Wenyuan would never be like Xiao Chuanqi, loyal to him for life.

This kind of person had ambitions.

"If I don’t say, will you not let me follow?"

Zhang Wenyuan showed a touch of seriousness.

Of course, the answer was yes. Ye Feng nodded his head. To be honest, his visit to the Central Region was purely in the capacity of a physician, not as a monarch on an expedition. Where did he have so many means to instruct others?

"To undergo trials. Society has its obligations, and every man is responsible. So many powerful characters came to the capital, and frankly, I felt I could not just do nothing, so I decided to follow you."

So the answer is that I have nothing else to do and want to find someone to hang out with.

"Suit yourself."

"I will say this upfront, I don’t care about your identity. Since you have decided to follow me, don’t play any tricks on me."

Ye Feng turned away, no longer paying attention to Zhang Wenyuan.

"Ye Feng, are you curious about my identity? I might as well tell you, I am the direct disciple of Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming. Speaking of status, shouldn’t you call me ’Uncle-Master’?"

Zhang Wenyuan was clearly grasping at straws for conversation.

"Uncle-Master?"

"Zhang Wenyuan, do you think you’re very good at fighting? Also, have you forgotten that I am not a disciple of the Utility Pavilion?"

Ye Feng couldn’t help but wince having heard this.

This Zhang Wenyuan, obviously more obnoxious than Yu Feiyu, was even more annoying.

"Whether I’m good at fighting is not something I can say. It’s for the opponent to decide. As for what kind of opponent is worthy, that’s another topic."

"Ye Feng, we are both Peak Martial Kings. Are you interested in having a match?"

Zhang Wenyuan deliberately left out three words.

Unusual!

Neither he nor Ye Feng was an ordinary Peak Martial King. One’s combat power was not inferior to a Divine Path Expert of the Enlightenment Realm, and he himself had entered and then retreated from the Divine Path twice.

"Right at this moment?"

Ye Feng stopped in his tracks.

Listening to what that old man Tang Bai said, the so-called "Great Art of Fivefold Reincarnation" seemed very formidable?

"Come on, Ye Feng. Your name may contain the character ’Feng’ for sharpness, but it’s not the ’Feng’ for madness. Fighting and such, how can that be more important than handling matters?"

"But on the other hand, none of the disciples of the ten Grand Sect Leaders are as outstanding as us. That youngster Xue Chengbi, I can beat him easily. The disciple of the Second Sect Leader Li Shengmin is someone, but it’s a pity he has been missing for years, and whether he’s dead or alive is still unknown."

Zhang Wenyuan’s expression became a bit strange as he looked at Ye Feng.

He was already the Northern Border King. It seemed that Duan Tian intended to groom Ye Feng as the next Great General of Nation Guard. So could he still take over the position of Guardian Sect Leader?

It should be known that the ten Guardian Sect Leaders and the twelve Great Generals could have a myriad of connections, yet one person absolutely could not hold both positions simultaneously.

This was an ironclad rule!

Unfortunately, the Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong had not taken any new disciples for years, leaving people unclear about what he was really thinking. Although Ning Weiwei had been in contact with the Second Sect Leader, she lacked in talent by far.

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