The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1008: Chapter 1025: Uninvited Guest

Under the overwhelming pressure, Karloff’s speed was reduced to less than a tenth of its usual pace, making escape impossible. Ye Feng grabbed his neck as easily as if holding a chick, lifting him off the ground.

Then Ye Feng’s True Essence transformed into invisible chains, sealing Pope Karloff completely, rendering him powerless. At this moment, Ye Feng only had to apply a little force to crush Pope Karloff, even easier than squashing an ant.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone was stunned, the Old War God was shocked and wide-eyed, mouth agape.

He hadn’t expected Ye Feng to defeat Pope Karloff so effortlessly.

Although the Old War God already knew Ye Feng’s strength surpassed his own, he hadn’t anticipated such a level of power. Even after breaking through in cultivation and obtaining the Xuanyuan Sword, he only had the ability to defeat Pope Karloff, but killing him was extremely difficult. Yet Ye Feng was so fierce.

He easily defeated Pope Karloff and could kill him at any moment.

At this moment, Ye Feng looked at Pope Karloff, with eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuations. Yet it was this calm gaze that made Pope Karloff panic, knowing Ye Feng intended to kill him.

”War God Ye, you can’t kill me, I’m here representing M country. Do you realize what consequences killing me might bring?” Pope Karloff shouted in fear.

However, Ye Feng remained calm: ”Don’t forget, it was you who killed our people first. You acted against us, and we have the evidence. Since you have initiated the attack, you should prepare to be counterattacked by us...”

Instantly, Karloff turned pale and shouted loudly: ”War God Ye, don’t kill me, I apologize, I admit my mistake, I beg you, I can’t die!”

Nevertheless, Ye Feng’s eyes remained unperturbed, ready to finish off Pope Karloff effortlessly.

”Lord War God, something’s wrong, the Beastman Emperor Salon from E country’s beastman army is here!” At this moment, Minister Zheng shouted urgently.

”Salon?” Upon hearing the name, the Old War God frowned.

Salon, the absolute leader of E country’s beastman army, held a status similar to that of the Old War God, one of the strongest of the last century, with power long reaching the late Divine Realm, possessing formidable defense and tremendous strength.

Even Pope Karloff was not completely sure he could defeat him, and was slightly inferior in comparison.

To his surprise, Salon had arrived at this time. Ye Feng’s lips curled into a smile: ”Unexpectedly, he’s here now, just perfect, sparing future trouble, let’s solve it all at once, let’s go have a look!”

As soon as the words were spoken, Ye Feng carried Pope Karloff and walked toward the battle zone gate.

Outside the Central Combat Zone gate, stood a burly figure like a small mountain, with golden hair resembling a lion, a robust middle-aged man shouted loudly: ”Get your commander out here!”

The warriors at the battle zone entrance showed fear in their eyes; this person was none other than Beastman Emperor Salon.

Salon’s terrifying late Divine Realm prowess weighed down on the dozens of warriors at the gate, leaving them prostrate on the ground, unable to control their bodies and feeling as though they might burst.

Presently, an Innate Grandmaster warrior approached Salon with fear: ”Emissary sir, please wait a moment; we’ve informed the commander, and they will soon be out.”

Salon frowned: ”Soon? How long is soon? I need an exact time!”

The Innate Grandmaster wore a helpless expression: ”I don’t know, but definitely within ten minutes!”

”Nonsense!” Salon took a step and raised his hand, slapping the Innate Grandmaster heavily across the face.

”Boom!” Instantly, the Innate Grandmaster was sent flying dozens of meters by the slap, feeling as if his body would fall apart, head about to explode, spitting blood.

Salon roared: ”I am the esteemed emissary from E country, the Beastman Emperor, and you dare make me wait for ten minutes at the gate, are you mocking me? Get your commander, your War God out here now. I give them three minutes, and for every minute late, I’ll kill ten people!”

”Boom!” As he spoke, Salon’s body erupted with a fierce killing intent, overflowing with murderous aura.

The terrifying atmosphere filled the world, within a mile radius, turning it into a gigantic furnace as Emperor Salon’s Blood Qi, incredibly intense, seemed as if it would melt the warriors’ flesh.

Those warriors turned pale with fear, beads of sweat dripping off their foreheads, clothes soaked in sweat, appearing as weak ants before Salon.

Three minutes passed quickly, and Salon checked his watch, then loudly said: ”Three minutes have passed, I said when time’s up and no one appears, every minute I’ll kill ten!”

As he finished, Salon raised his fist, causing terrifying air waves to surge before him, and then with a punch, the punching wind exploded, space caved in like a bowl, and a massive Punch Shadow erupted, aimed at ten warriors.

Seeing the horrifying Punch Shadow about to crush the ten warriors.

”Boom!” A loud noise echoed as a Sword Qi flew across at the critical moment, crashing heavily into the Punch Shadow.

The Punch Shadow collapsed instantly, scattering air waves, forming a storm, immediately enveloping the area in dust.

As the smoke dissipated, a group appeared before Salon Emperor.

Leading the group was an exceedingly handsome, extraordinarily tempered young man, none other than Ye Feng! Ye Feng held an old man, disheveled and unkempt.

The old man’s posture was bent, hair disheveled, face unclear.

Salon glanced at Ye Feng, showing interest in his eyes, calmly said: ”Boy, who are you?”