The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1556 - 1584: The War God Cannot Be Dishonored [Fourth Update]

Now, Ye Feng had completely completed the task, and the Qingyue Sword Sect was already extinct, posing no threat to Ye Feng anymore.

Therefore, Ye Feng found no need to conceal his identity any longer. Yu Qing’s mouth dropped open in shock, with an expression exaggerated beyond belief.

Although Yu Qing had long suspected that Ye Feng’s identity was not simple, she knew that Yanyue had sent people to the Dragon Country for help, and Ye Feng should be the expert sent by the Dragon Country. However, she did not expect that the War God of the Dragon Country himself would come!

Ye Feng raised his sword, pointing it at the Second Prince lying on the ground: "Are you ready to die?"

"I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die! I beg you to spare me, I know my mistake, Lord War God, spare me!" The Second Prince cried out in fear; he had never been so frightened and desperate. He didn’t want to die.

Everyone watched in bewilderment, seeing the high and mighty Second Prince, second to none but above all others, and a future King of Yanyue, so utterly humiliated—it was something they could have never imagined, even in their dreams.

The Yanyue King looked at Yu Qing: "Yu Qing, Yu Qing, I beg you, just take it as a plea from me, ask Ye Feng to spare your brother!" Upon hearing the Yanyue King’s words, Yu Qing’s eyes filled with pleading: "Ye Feng, can you spare my brother?"

"No!" Ye Feng straightforwardly refused, then slashed with his sword, the Sword Qi passing over the Second Prince’s body.

"Poof~~" In an instant, blood splattered, and the Second Prince’s body was sliced in two, dying immediately.

Everyone was stunned, not expecting Ye Feng to give no room for negotiation at all, directly executing the Second Prince.

"Devil! You’re a devil! We’ve all pleaded with you, yet you still killed my son!" The Yanyue King shouted in anger, a crazed look in his eyes. However, at that moment, Ye Feng took a step forward.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the Yanyue King, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the Yanyue King’s neck as if he were a chick, easily lifting him up, while the two elderly Legends of Great Perfection next to the Yanyue King broke out in cold sweat, shivering, not daring to make a move.

Yu Qing was anxious, on the verge of tears: "Ye Feng, my father truly knows his mistake, can you let him go, please? Just take it as my plea, he is my father and you are my friend, do you really have to be so ruthless?"

Ye Feng’s eyes showed coldness, devoid of any possibility for negotiation: "Today, he must die!"

Yu Qing trembled in rage: "Ye Feng, are you really giving no room for negotiation, do you really have to be so heartless?"

"Indeed!" Ye Feng nodded: "I have already given you face; otherwise, he would not even have these few breaths of time..."

Yu Qing shouted in anger: "Ye Feng, you may have strength, but are you really so overbearing? Why are you so heartless? We are good friends; can’t you give my father a chance for my sake? You are already so ruthless, why are you still so cruel? My second brother is already dead, why can’t you quell your anger?"

"Why?" Ye Feng also showed a hint of anger: "Then let me tell you why!"

Ye Feng turned directly, looking at Yu Qing: "Yu Qing, you are from Yanyue, you recognize this outfit on me, right?"

"Boom!" When Yu Qing saw Ye Feng’s clothes, she was as if struck by lightning, her mind suffering as if hit by divine thunder, with a buzzing sound, completely stunned. How could Yu Qing not recognize the clothes Ye Feng wore?

That was slave clothing, clothes given to Ye Feng by her father and second brother.

Who was Ye Feng? Ye Feng was the War God of the Dragon Country, a super powerhouse in the True God Realm, yet they dared to humiliate Ye Feng like this! Who wouldn’t be angry, who wouldn’t be furious?

Ye Feng looked at Yu Qing, holding the Yanyue King: "Yu Qing, you and I are friends! Out of respect for you, their indifference to me, I could tolerate! Their reluctance to cooperate with my Dragon Country to develop the Skyfire Secret Realm, I could also tolerate! Even their attack on me, I could still bear!

But who am I? I am the War God of the Dragon Country! I represent the Dragon Country, what does it mean to give me a slave’s clothing? Is it to enslave me, or my Dragon Country? Do not forget, I came to Yanyue this time to help your Yanyue; after receiving help, yet treating me like this? Today, I will show you, and everyone present!

The might of the Dragon Country cannot be offended!

The name of the War God cannot be insulted!"

Ye Feng’s words, like Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, instantly echoed throughout every corner of the palace, clearly reaching everyone’s ears, deeply imprinting on everyone’s heart.

Yu Qing was instantly stupefied, knowing that her father and second brother might have been blinded by the benefits of the Skyfire Secret Realm, but did not expect them to be so foolish as to such an extent, like pigs in human clothing.

Who wouldn’t be angry about such a thing? Ye Feng had done Yanyue such a great favor, wiping out the Qingyue Sword Sect, restoring the royal family’s position, eliminating threats, and giving them the qualification to develop the Skyfire Secret Realm, and yet they treated Ye Feng like this?

Yu Qing, instantly deathly pale, seemed to shrink in size, knowing that after her father and second brother did such a foolish thing, they indeed deserved to die. She didn’t even have the face to continue pleading.

The Yanyue King cried out in fear: "Yu Qing, please, I truly know my mistake, please help me once more, I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die, please!"

However, Yu Qing merely lowered her head, saying not another word. If the person wasn’t her father, Yu Qing herself might have wanted to kill him. Seeing Yu Qing’s silence, the Yanyue King grew even more anxious.

"Pft~~~" Just as the Yanyue King was about to speak, Ye Feng gave no chance, directly crushing the Yanyue King’s body, instantly turning him into a cloud of blood mist, dead.

At the entrance of the banquet hall, Mo Ye stood aside, with a smile on his face, actually having long been there.

Mo Ye had already guessed what the Second Prince and the others planned to do; Mo Ye’s private room had super strong soundproofing, and they deliberately separated Ye Feng from Mo Ye, finding excuses to swiftly capture Ye Feng to threaten Mo Ye.

Little did they know, Ye Feng’s strength was not something they could provoke...