The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1097 - 1114: Rage

Fan Sifu and Fan Xiaoyu trembled all over with fear. They never imagined, even in their wildest dreams, that Ye Feng would say such arrogant words. This was, after all, the Penglai Immortal Pavilion—a super sect with countless masters and a legacy spanning thousands of years. Ye Feng saying he would destroy Penglai made them wonder if he had lost his mind.

"What audacity to destroy Penglai—let’s see if you have the capability!" At that moment, a clear and resonant voice echoed across the square, followed by a powerful cold current invading the scene.

The cold current created an invisible aura, clashing with Ye Feng’s chilling intent to kill.

Suddenly, currents formed in the space above, fluctuating and surging.

Then, a graceful figure slowly descended from the sky—a young woman, cold to the extreme.

The woman radiated a shocking chill, making her seem unapproachable.

Above her head, the Ice Realm exploded, affecting the heavens and the earth. The square of Penglai Immortal Pavilion transformed into a winter wonderland, snow-covered, as blue ice crystals slowly fell from the void.

Ye Feng saw at once that this woman’s cultivation had reached the half-step Divine Realm. Within ten years, she would undoubtedly elevate her cultivation to the true Divine Realm.

Upon seeing the woman, excitement flickered in everyone’s eyes, and they shouted, "Senior Sister!"

The woman was none other than the Penglai Immortal Pavilion’s top genius disciple, also the chief disciple, Jiang Rou. Despite her youth, Jiang Rou was already a half-step Divine Realm expert, far surpassing the earlier Jiang Li.

At this moment, people were continually gathering, the crowd growing larger and larger.

In less than five minutes, more than eight hundred individuals had gathered in the square of Penglai Immortal Pavilion.

Among the eight hundred, nearly a hundred were Legendary level experts.

The oppressive force felt like a vast sea floating in the sky, collapsing in an instant as the seawater cascaded down.

Fan Xiaoyu and Fan Sifu found breathing incredibly difficult, their eyes showing fear.

Now, Jiang Rou glared at Ye Feng, her eyes revealing a cold killing intent, "Life or death?"

Jiang Rou spoke icily, her entire being full of pride and sparing with words. Her meaning was simple—asking Ye Feng whether he wished to live or die.

Ye Feng’s eyes flashed coldly; he didn’t even spare Jiang Rou a glance. A mere half-step Divine Realm wasn’t worth his attention. Ye Feng scanned all the Penglai Immortal Pavilion disciples around him.

"Today, I, Ye Feng, will destroy Penglai. Now, I offer you a choice: lay down your weapons and retreat outside the square, or face the death penalty!" The three words "Death Penalty" rang out, resoundingly authoritative.

Like a sharp blade piercing their chests, the Penglai Immortal Pavilion disciples felt fear.

Yet, not a single person attempted to flee; instead, they glared at Ye Feng angrily. In their view, Ye Feng was a doomed figure. Causing trouble in the Penglai Immortal Pavilion meant no one could save Ye Feng’s life.

At this moment, Jiang Rou furrowed her brow, glaring at Ye Feng, repeating angrily, "Answer me! Life or death?"

Ye Feng kept scanning the crowd, saying nothing. However, Fan Sifu was terrified and immediately rushed forward, "Fairy Jiang Rou, we choose life, we choose life. We’re not in league with him; please spare us!"

Jiang Rou’s eyes exploded with intense killing intent, focusing on Ye Feng, "I’m talking to him!"

As her words fell, a chilling cold current swept out, instantly engulfing the whole scene.

In Jiang Rou’s hand, the ice cold energy continually gathered, forming an icy blade in the blink of an eye. Jiang Rou wielded the icy blade, transforming into a shadow as she slashed towards Ye Feng.

The sound of the sword resounded through the heavens and earth, a point of cold light stretching instantly, seemingly piercing through space.

In an instant, Jiang Rou’s sword came before Ye Feng’s brow. Yet what seemed an incredibly swift sword in others’ eyes moved like a snail to Ye Feng, who calmly extended his forefinger and middle finger.

"Snap!" With a crisp sound, Ye Feng caught Jiang Rou’s sword with his fingers.

With Jiang Rou’s sword caught, Ye Feng maintained his calm and relaxed demeanor, then applied slight force.

"Crack~~" With a crisp sound, Jiang Rou’s icy blade was effortlessly crushed by Ye Feng.

"Impossible!" The disciples of Penglai Immortal Pavilion showed shock in their eyes, never expecting Ye Feng to catch Jiang Rou’s attack unharmed with just two fingers.

Jiang Rou immediately realized the immense gap between her and Ye Feng, deeply shaken inside. Jiang Rou was the top young talent of Penglai Immortal Pavilion, a martial artist with half-step Divine Realm cultivation.

Yet the young-looking Ye Feng before her possessed strength far exceeding her own.

Ye Feng remained calm and composed, as if he had done something very ordinary, then raised his right hand, reaching for Jiang Rou’s neck.

Although shocked, Jiang Rou regained her senses upon perceiving the danger. Seeing Ye Feng grasping at her, she tried to escape but was too late. Ye Feng’s hand emitted an endless suction.

Jiang Rou found herself unable to control her body, directly grabbed by Ye Feng.

Ye Feng grasped Jiang Rou by the neck, his True Essence flooding into her body like an invisible chain, completely locking her movements.

At that moment, Jiang Rou resembled a helpless chick, easily seized by Ye Feng.

Jiang Rou was deeply shaken inside, amazed at the vast difference between her and Ye Feng. In front of Ye Feng, she was but an ant that Ye Feng could crush at will.

Ye Feng’s eyes coldly regarded Jiang Rou, devoid of any emotion. Ye Feng would not show mercy just because his opponent was a woman.