The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1550 - 1578: Slave

In other words, Ye Feng’s status is even lower than Little An’s. However, Ye Feng isn’t angry. Since they’re digging a pit for him, he doesn’t mind deliberately jumping into it, wanting to see what they plan to do.

The leader of the guards looked at Hou Changqing and said, "Duke, what do you think we should do?"

Obviously, with Hou Changqing here, if anything happens, they wouldn’t be too blamed for following his orders.

Hou Changqing said indifferently, "For the male slave, execute him on the spot. As for the female servant, just kick her out..."

Hou Changqing spoke nonchalantly, putting no regard on human life, as if looking at pitiful ants, then he turned around, step by step, slowly heading towards the steps at the banquet hall entrance.

Ye Feng’s expression darkened a bit too. He realized that the clothes they made him wear were more than just servant uniforms. In the palace, the lowest rank is that of a slave. Slaves belong to the royal family, and their lives and deaths are decided by them. They work and serve the royal family for their entire lives without wages, only food and drink.

Little An is just an ordinary maid. She’s contracted, has wages, income, and can leave with a three-month notice. Ye Feng didn’t know about the distinction between slaves and ordinary servants, only the rank system by stars on their chests. Yet the Second Prince and Grand Steward made him wear a slave’s clothes. This was an insult to Ye Feng’s character.

This was a trampling of his dignity, treating Ye Feng as if he wasn’t human. Who is Ye Feng?

Ye Feng is the War God of Dragon Country, with a transcendent status, now being treated as a slave by others!

How can Ye Feng endure this? With a cold smile, he thought, "The War God’s reputation cannot be sullied; this Yanyue royalty is courting death!"

"Kill!" However, the guard leader charged at Ye Feng, coming to face him.

"Swoosh~~" Ye Feng lifted his arm, a Wind Blade swiftly sliced through the void with a sound that shattered the air.

"Pfft~~" The guard leader didn’t even have time to react before his head was separated from his body.

"Boom~~~" With a thud, the guard leader fell heavily to the ground, terror and despair in his eyes.

"What!" Seeing this scene, nearly everyone was stunned; even Hou Changqing turned around, looking at Ye Feng with shock. To know that the guard leader was a Late-stage Innate expert, yet he died in an instant.

Everyone was completely stunned, looking at Ye Feng in shock; a slave with such strength.

"Bold slave! How dare you kill in the palace, courting death!" Hou Changqing was furious, his angry howl echoed, unleashing the powerful aura of a Legendary Martial King expert, causing the ground to tremble.

The remaining seven guards looked at Hou Changqing in fear, suffocated by his aura, their faces flushed red with pain.

Hou Changqing looked at the seven guards: "What are you waiting for, kill this filthy slave, or do you want me to do it?"

"Yes!" The seven guards simultaneously locked their aura onto Ye Feng, preparing to attack.

"Pfft~~" But at that moment, as Ye Feng raised his hand, a Wind Blade rapidly sliced through the void, reaching its peak speed.

The Wind Blade even twisted the space around it, and fresh blood spattered, seven heads were flung into the air, falling to the ground, dead on the spot, causing everyone to freeze.

"How is this possible!" Instantly, Hou Changqing and the others shouted in shock, eyes wide with disbelief.

Those seven were all Innate Realm masters, yet they perished in the blink of an eye.

Clearly underestimating Ye Feng’s strength, Hou Changqing was shocked that such a powerful slave appeared in the palace.

Hou Changqing quickly calmed down, "You scum, do you even know what you’re doing? Killing so many in the palace, courting death!"

"You think you’re worthy of killing me?" Ye Feng replied disdainfully, but Little An was anxious, almost in tears.

"Duke, things aren’t what you think they are, Mr. Ye really isn’t a slave, please calm down and spare Ye Feng!" Little An pleaded with Hou Changqing, who wasn’t a fool; slaves aren’t allowed to engage in Martial Arts.

From Ye Feng’s previous action, he’s at least at the same level as a Legendary expert like myself; how could such a person be a slave?

Yet, the killing intent in Hou Changqing’s eyes didn’t lessen a bit: "So what if he’s not a slave? To murder in the palace, challenging the authority of our Yanyue royalty, today he must die, no one can save him!"

Little An became more anxious: "Duke, there must be a misunderstanding, please don’t act impulsively..."

"You wench, courting death!" Hou Changqing impatiently roared, raising his fist to punch at Little An.

Instantly, the force of the punch gathered into a terrifying column of air, surging like a river with an earth-shattering momentum.

If that punch hit Little An, a powerless woman, she would surely be pulverized.

Before the punch landed, the pressure already made Little An suffocate, plunging her into despair.

"Pa!" However, Ye Feng casually waved his hand, dispersing the punch’s wind instantly, leaving nothing behind.

Ye Feng’s ease shocked Hou Changqing, knowing that was eighty percent of his power in a punch. Even someone of the same Legendary initial stage couldn’t dissipate it so easily.

With vigilance in his eyes, Hou Changqing looked at Ye Feng in shock, "Who exactly are you..."

However, as Hou Changqing finished speaking, Ye Feng stepped forward, crossing the space instantly, appearing before Hou Changqing. Before Hou Changqing could react, Ye Feng’s right hand was already clasped around his neck.

Gripping Hou Changqing like a powerless chick, Ye Feng lifted him up.

"What!" Inside, Hou Changqing was engulfed in a storm of waves, completely unable to speak out of shock.

Ye Feng is actually this formidable; despite being a Legendary initial expert himself, he couldn’t resist at all in front of Ye Feng.