Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"Dragon Hall, what is that?" The crowd was puzzled, showing their confusion.

However, the elder's expression was solemn as he bowed deeply to the young man.

"I, Xu Yong, the Family Head of the Xu family, pay my respects to the Envoy of Dragon Hall!"

"The Xu family is among our top-tier feudal families, and the Family Head is the eldest here. What's so special about this young man that he commands such respect from the Xu family?" The people were astonished and curious about the young man's identity.

"Hmph, since you know of Dragon Hall, I'll give you credit for having some awareness!" The young man waved his hand dismissively, beckoning Xu Yong to approach, then said coldly, "I've come here to deal with the trash that is Ye Ling. Chen Tai of the Chen family is my servant, Liu Wu. Though he's nothing but a dog I keep, beating a dog still requires looking at the owner. Are you from the Su family not going to hand over this piece of trash?"

"What nonsense is this? This guy is full of big talk, claiming even Chen Tai is just his dog. By his logic, aren't all of us from prestigious families equivalent to his dogs?" The crowd spat out in cold voices, their gaze turning icy as they signaled their underlings to kill this arrogant man.

But Xu Yong hurriedly stepped forward, exclaiming, "Stop! Have you gone mad? He's from Dragon Hall. Any of their Martial Artists could annihilate us all!"

"Martial Artists, are they really that powerful? What era are we living in!"

"Yeah, isn't Xu Yong being too cowardly, letting a young man like that scare him!"

The crowd showed disdain and gestured behind them; instantly, more than twenty burly men stepped forward.

They were all muscle-bound, sturdy as brown bears, while the young man in front looked thin and wiry. Even if his fighting skills were exceptional, it would still be a dead end for him!

"Attack him, whoever kills this arrogant bastard gets a cash reward of one million from me!"

With one person's furious shout, the burly men sprang into action like an army, marching with earth-shaking strides toward the young man.

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"Heh, you think this trash dares to lay hands on me?" The young man chuckled derisively, then in a flash, he disappeared from their sight.

The next moment came a series of explosive thuds, as those bear-like burly men fell one after another to the ground, clutching their chests and crying out in agony.

"How is this possible?" The crowd's faces instantly filled with panic. These twenty-odd strong men were their best bodyguards, each capable of killing several people on his own. But now, joining forces, they couldn't even touch the enemy's clothes before falling.

The Su family members trembled with fear, crawling on the ground, not daring to meet the young man's gaze.

The Su family patriarch was also panicked at heart, but when he saw Ye Ling casually drinking tea behind him, his expression immediately calmed down. He looked at the young man and said coldly, "I don't know who you are, but if you're looking to target Master Ye, I advise you to leave now rather than throw your life away here!"

"What Master Ye, pah!" The young man spit out a mouthful of saliva, mocking Ye Ling with a glance, laughing scornfully, "Ye Ling, you really think too highly of yourself. I'll tell you the truth, I'm here not only to kill you but to wipe out the Su family as well!"

"Oh, and I heard your wife is hailed as the number one beauty. You'd better hand her over to serve our young master; it might just spare you a dog's life!"

His attitude was arrogant, not taking the Su family and all the present feudal families seriously at all.

Yet, not one person dared to rebuke his wrongdoing.

After all, his strength was too terrifying!

Even if their men attacked together, they would be crushed like ants.

Xu Yong sighed and shook his head at Elder Su, "Elder, the Dragon Hall is the number one martial arts force in the southeast, with thousands of martial artists under its command. Your Su family is no match for them. If you want to survive, you should immediately hand over Ye Ling and offer Su Rou to their young master."

The members of the Su family looked tense and immediately nodded in agreement, "Grandfather, what Elder Xu said is right, we shouldn't die for that bastard Ye Ling. He's just a son-in-law; he doesn't really count as one of our Su family members!"

Elder Su's face darkened, and he slapped his grandson across the face, angrily slamming his cup onto the table, "Idiot, Son-in-law Ye is a member of our Su family, and we cannot hand him over even if it means our family's destruction!"

Then, he propped himself up with his cane, bowed to Ye Ling, and said, "Son-in-law Ye, I will arrange for someone to stop this madman; you should leave through the back door first."

He knew Ye Ling's identity; he was the esteemed Northern Liao King. As long as he could escape from there, he could call in his army. Under the cover of heavy firepower, even a martial artist as strong as this one would be on a road to death.

"Heh, no need. A martial artist who hasn't even developed Qi Force dares to make me, Ye Ling, leave?" Ye Ling waved his hand dismissively, looking contemptuously at the young man, "If Dragon Hall wants to fight me, let Lin Zhantian come out!"

The young man's face trembled, and then he shouted angrily, "How dare you! Who are you to be worthy to fight with our Hall Master? He is the first master in the southeast, a Great Grandmaster of our time!"

"You trash, I'll cut your tongue out and see if you still dare to be so arrogant!"

With a roar, the young man flashed forward over ten meters and then threw a punch directly at Ye Ling's head.

The terrifying power tore through the air, making everyone present gasp for breath.

But Ye Ling appeared relaxed, as if he had not seen the attack, and continued savoring his red wine.

"Seeking death!" The young man's eyes bulged, and he put even more force into his punch, which was powerful enough to smash a human head open like a watermelon.

Just as he was about to smash Ye Ling's head, Ye Jiu's figure suddenly intercepted, recklessly taking the punch head-on.

There was a thud, like a hammer striking a wall, emitting a booming echo.

The young man stepped back and then incredulously said, "Qi Force protection; are you a martial artist with concealed strength?"

The so-called concealed strength referred to True Qi cultivated to the point of external release, where every punch and kick contained the force of a thousand pounds. Such martial artists were superhuman, and even an army would need heavy firepower to deal with them.

"Concealed strength, what's so great about that? I am but a guard for Son-in-law Ye!" Ye Jiu said disdainfully, with pride in his eyes.

He was a subordinate of the Northern Liao King and had long broken through to a level above the transformation realm. There were few in the entire world who could be his match.

"Brag all you want, even if you are a martial artist with concealed strength, so what? Our Hall Master is a transformation realm Grandmaster, the number one master in the southeast. You dare to oppose our Dragon Hall, you're simply on a road to…"