The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 750 - 768: Despised [Third Update]

Chapter 750: Chapter 768: Despised [Third Update]

On the great screens stretching from the First Layer Heaven to the Ninth Layer Heaven, there appeared a silver-haired middle-aged man dressed in samurai attire.

This silver-haired middle-aged man had a scar running across his face. His eyes, fierce like those of an eagle, radiated a supremely domineering aura.

He stood in the Outer Heaven as if he were an unmatched, sharp divine sword, erect within the Outer Heaven.

"It’s the Leader of the Sword Emperor!" the crowd shouted in shock, sending ripples through the entire Nine-layered Heaven.

The Leader of the Sword Emperor, one of the four great leaders of Luoying and known as the strongest beneath the Second God, was a warrior at the half-step Divine Realm. As the foremost among the four leaders, he had grasped the Space Realm. Members of Luoying could go years without a single chance to see the Sword Emperor.

The Sword Emperor had now appeared on the great screens. Ye Feng had caused such a stir that news naturally reached the Outer Heaven. The Sword Emperor had inquired into Ye Feng’s background, discovering he had sprung up like a dark horse, suddenly appearing at Kyoto University, conquering West Street in Kabukicho, and not only that, he had withstood the pressure from the three major families.

Moreover, all of this happened in less than a month, which surprised the Sword Emperor, making him believe Ye Feng was no ordinary man. He wanted to see if Ye Feng was indeed capable of defeating the four Vajra Messengers.

"Lord Sword Emperor!" Almost simultaneously, the people from the First Layer Heaven to the Ninth Layer Heaven knelt on one knee before the Leader of the Sword Emperor.

Among those present, only Ye Feng stood erect without kneeling.

"You bastard! You see the Leader of the Sword Emperor and you don’t kneel!" The Ice Messenger bellowed angrily.

The Leader of the Sword Emperor, however, was unconcerned, "Enough, enough, I’m not in front of him, so there’s no need for such grand gestures. It’s normal for a young man to have pride! Ye Feng, is it? I’m giving you this opportunity now. If you can defeat these four, not only will you advance directly to the Nine-layered Heaven, but you will also become one of the Seven-Colored Envoys. How about it?"

Ye Feng nodded faintly, his expression unchanged, full of confidence, "I can..."

"Alright then, let the fight begin..." The Leader of the Sword Emperor nodded and then vanished from the great screen.

The great screen transformed, returning once more to the Seventh Layer Heaven. Onlookers from the First Layer Heaven to the Ninth Layer Heaven watched through the large screen, focused on everything happening within the Seventh Layer Heaven.

Ye Feng, Xiamu Jianyi, the Prison Chief, the Vajra Messenger, and the Ice Messenger, five individuals, stood on the Life and Death Platform facing each other. Suddenly, a terrifying pressure surged, converging into an immensely fearsome atmosphere.

That intense pressure shrouded Ye Feng’s head as if an invisible mountain pressed down upon him, but Ye Feng stayed immutably still, without the slightest panic or fear.

His True Essence leaked out, colliding to produce electric currents which intertwined like tiny thunder serpents in the air.

Ye Feng said indifferently, "Come on, I’ll give you the chance to strike first. It might make your deaths a bit clearer."

The Ice Messenger sneered, "Ye Feng, you trash! Let me tell you this, you’re not even qualified to make a move against me. I’ve always looked down on you, and even now I still do. Do you think by doing this, you can change my opinion of you? You’re wrong, trash is trash, from the moment you fell into the hands of the Prison Chief and Xiamu Jianyi.

From the time you had me act as your bodyguard, using my reputation to bluff others, you’ve been nothing but trash in my eyes—and always will be, beyond any possibility of change..."

Yet, Ye Feng appeared utterly indifferent, gazing at the Ice Messenger as if looking at a dead man.

When the Ice Messenger slapped Ye Feng back then, Ye Feng had etched it clearly in his heart.

The name War God must not be disgraced. Ye Feng, the War God of the Dragon Country, was slapped by the Ice Messenger—how could he satisfy the prestige of the Dragon Country War God if he didn’t kill him? Today, Xiamu Jianyi, the Prison Chief, the Ice Messenger, and the Vajra Messenger must die!

"Come! I’ll give you the chance to make the first move..." Ye Feng stood relaxed on the Life and Death Platform.

Seeing Ye Feng’s relaxed demeanor, Xiamu Jianyi and the Prison Chief became somewhat worried.

They were not aware of Ye Feng’s true strength; they had seen him at the Sixth Layer Heaven effortlessly defeat an examiner at Innate Perfection with a single move.

Xiamu Jianyi knew he himself could not do such a feat, and even the Prison Chief had no confidence he could defeat the examiner in one move.

Therefore, they dared not make the first move, fearing that a frenzied Ye Feng might drag them to mutual destruction.

The Ice Messenger frowned, looking at Xiamu Jianyi and the Prison Chief, "Two pieces of trash, scared by a mere Ye Feng? I’ve overestimated you both!"

Then, the Ice Messenger turned to the Vajra Messenger, "Vajra Messenger, you go. This trash doesn’t deserve my effort!"

Hearing the Ice Messenger, the Vajra Messenger was displeased, "What a joke! Ice Messenger, who do you think you are? Both of us are one of the seven messengers, why should you command me? Don’t forget, I was about to kill this little beast, and you were the one stopping me. If it weren’t for you, he would have already been dead!"

Clearly, the Vajra Messenger was still irritated from when the Ice Messenger interrupted him earlier, holding a grudge in his heart.

The Ice Messenger also furrowed his brow, the legendary-level warrior reluctant to lose face by dealing with a young man.

Furthermore, they were four against one, and his pride was already on the line.

If the Leader of the Sword Emperor hadn’t intervened, the Ice Messenger likely wouldn’t be standing on the Life and Death Platform.

"Vajra Messenger, as I said, I had no choice earlier. Ye Feng killed your two nephews, right? Now’s your chance for revenge. Go settle the score with Ye Feng!" he said.

However, the Vajra Messenger was still unwilling and spoke coldly, "You think I’ll just do as you say? I think it should be you who goes to compensate. Deal with this brat, and let me execute him. Isn’t that right?"

The Ice Messenger’s brow tightened further, "Fine then, let’s play rock-paper-scissors. Whoever loses goes after Ye Feng. How about that?"