The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 164 - 162: Rushing Over

Chapter 164: Chapter 162: Rushing Over

Fu Kun looked excitedly at Fu Ke and said, "Dad, that sticky bomb the foreigner from Y country brought is really useful. Just one piece blew the White Miao Clan’s gate to this state. If I had known it was this powerful, I would have asked for more!"

"Enough! In these Ten Thousand Mountains, it’s just us, Black Miao, and the White Miao, no more than a few hundred people. Why would we need so many weapons? Once we have obtained the complete Witchcraft Holy Book and mastered the supreme witchcraft, what are these guns and bombs? They’re nothing but crap!" Fu Ke said coldly, his eyes revealing an endless desire for the Witchcraft Holy Book.

At this moment, Fu Ke and Fu Kun, alongside about thirty of their Black Miao clan members, stood together.

Those thirty-something Black Miao clan members each held a rifle in their hands.

"Fu Ke, it’s you Black Miao again, what exactly do you want to do?" At this moment, Chief Cha Fu approached with his men and angrily asked.

Fu Ke coldly smiled, "What do I want to do? Don’t you have any idea, Cha Fu? I won’t waste words with you. Hand over the Witchcraft Holy Book today and surrender to us Black Miao. From then on, there will be no division between Black and White. I won’t harm a single plant or tree of yours today!"

"Dream on! The Witchcraft Holy Book will absolutely not be handed over to you. Stop your delusional thinking!" At this moment, a young Miao clan member stood up and shouted angrily.

"Bang!" But just as his voice fell, a gunshot rang out and a bullet instantly hit the young man’s thigh.

"Ah!" Instantly, the young White Miao screamed in pain, a bullet hole visible on his thigh, from which blood flowed incessantly.

"Fu Ke!" Cha Fu shouted angrily but dared not act rashly.

The White Miao people, loving peace and inherently kind, had few practitioners among them. In the entire White Miao, fewer than ten people possessed combat capability, the strongest being Cha Fu himself, a peak inner strength martial artist.

Though it is said that within seven meters, the martial artist prevails, that refers to a one-on-one situation between a peak inner strength martial artist and a gunman.

Now, with Fu Ke armed with rifles among his group, such chaotic shooting would be undefendable unless one were a Grandmaster. No one could defeat them under these circumstances.

"Cha Fu, I’ve said what needed to be said over the years, and I’ve given all the advice I could. Today, I’m not here to waste any more words with you. I’m here to take the Witchcraft Holy Book. If you agree to hand it over and surrender, you will be safe. If not, I will shoot one person every minute until you agree," said Fu Ke.

Upon hearing Fu Ke’s words, Cha Fu still maintained his composure, "Fu Ke, do you think we have no way to deal with you because we don’t have a Grandmaster? Let me tell you, people help you by giving you weapons, and we have people helping us too. When that person arrives, you will all be dead!"

"Ha ha ha~~" At that moment, Fu Kun laughed out loud, "Chief Cha Fu, are you talking about that kid who killed the Third Elder and Fourth Elder yesterday? He won’t be coming back. He’s dead, killed today in the Chiyou Divine Cave!"

"Impossible!" Hearing Fu Kun’s words, Li Xue’er, Li Linfeng, and Lu Kang shouted out in disbelief.

In their eyes, Ye Feng was an invincible and unbeatable warrior. How could he have possibly been killed?

"Brother Ye Feng is a Grandmaster, and you don’t have a Grandmaster. How could you possibly harm Brother Ye Feng?" Li Xue’er simply didn’t believe what Fu Kun said.

Fu Kun coldly smiled, "Grandmaster? So what? Let me tell you, my older brother Fu Shen is the strongest member of our Black Miao. He may not have reached Grandmaster status, but his mastery of witchcraft has reached its peak. He’s already found a way to control the Golden Armored Poison Corpse within the Chiyou Divine Cave. A Golden Armored Poison Corpse, nearly as powerful as a peak Grandmaster, extremely formidable.

I estimate that by now, Ye Feng has already been drained of blood and turned into a corpse by my brother’s Golden Armored Poison Corpse!"

"Impossible!" Upon hearing Fu Kun’s words, Cha Fu roared in shock, "That’s absolutely impossible! The Golden Armored Poison Corpse is a terror equal to a peak Grandmaster. How could a young Fu Kun possibly control it, even if several centuries ago, our talented witchcraft-adept ancestors couldn’t do it, how could Fu Shen possibly do it?"

"Bang!" Just then, another gun rang out, a bullet instantly flying towards Cha Fu’s chest.

Cha Fu fell to the ground, a bullet hole appearing on his chest.

"Chief Cha Fu!" Li Xue’er and the other White Miao clan members quickly crowded around Cha Fu.

Cha Fu, pale-faced, waved his hand and struggled to stand, fortunate that as a peak inner strength martial artist, his inner strength protected him, so the bullet did not penetrate deeply. Had it been a common person or even a regular martial artist, death would not have been far off.

Fu Ke coldly looked at Cha Fu, "A minute has passed. You are lucky to survive. In the next minute, the target won’t be you but someone else. Whether they will have your luck, I don’t know. Also, for the last time, the talent of my son is beyond your imagination, his understanding of witchcraft far surpasses us, naturally, he can control the Golden Armored Poison Corpse!"

Cha Fu sneered, "Fu Shen’s talent is indeed impressive, but even so, he couldn’t possibly control the Golden Armored Poison Corpse. If he’s trying to forcibly control the Golden Armored Poison Corpse, I think the one who’s dead isn’t Ye Feng, it’s Fu Shen!"

"Bullshit! My brother is the strongest warrior of our Black Miao. How could he possibly be dead! If you continue spouting nonsense, believe it or not, I’ll kill you!" Fu Kun shouted, his face twisted with fury.

"He’s right, Fu Shen really doesn’t have the capability, he’s indeed dead..."

Just then, a familiar voice resounded through the night.

"Who is it! Who’s speaking, that bastard daring to curse my brother to death, come out, I’ll kill you!" Fu Kun, murderous, roared out loud.

"Swish!" But just at that moment, a dark shadow streaked through the night sky and flew towards Fu Kun, at such a high speed that it smacked into Fu Kun’s chest in the blink of an eye.

"Wah~~" Fu Kun felt his chest like it had been struck by a hundred-pound sledge hammer, as if it was about to split into pieces. Unable to hold back, he spat out blood.

The object that struck Fu Kun also rolled to a stop in front of him...

Fu Kun stared closely to see.