Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"You've arrived..."

One of the people seated in the hall spoke.

The leader of the eight nodded slightly, leading his group to find empty seats and sit down.

All eighteen people just sat there, none uttering a word.

"Master of Infinity... Daoist Qingyun has arrived!"

Soon, a chant echoed unexpectedly from outside the main hall.

All eighteen slowly rose to their feet, their gazes fixed on the entrance of the hall.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a middle-aged man clad in Daoist robes strode into the hall.

"We have seen Daoist Qingyun!"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man, all eighteen slightly bowed, each emitting a distinct, dull sound.

From their reactions, it was clear that Daoist Qingyun held a very high status.

"I've kept you all waiting!"

Daoist Qingyun, sweeping his gaze over the eighteen in front of him, spoke with a smile.

The crowd remained silent, merely watching Daoist Qingyun intently!

Seeing that they remained quiet, Daoist Qingyun seemed to have grown accustomed to their demeanor.

He continued, saying on his own, "That person from Northern Liao has appeared again, have you all heard?"

Upon hearing this, all eighteen nodded in unison.

Immediately, terrifying auroras burst forth, intertwining into one, making the entire hall tremble slightly!

"Gentlemen, this Qingyun Temple is a nationally protected relic of the Dragon Country, be gentle!"

Daoist Qingyun slowly spoke.

With that said, the eighteen overwhelming auroras instantly receded, and the men reverted to their unremarkable demeanor!

It was as if the auroras that had shaken the hall hadn't erupted from them at all!

"Presumably, with the strength of your respective families, you should have already found out that the Northern Liao King is currently in Gusu City, right?"

Daoist Qingyun lightly waved his dust whisk, saying with a smile.

The crowd nodded again, and one person spoke up, "Daoist Qingyun, we made such a big move last time and still failed to kill the Northern Liao King."

"Just relying on us here, can we really kill the Northern Liao King?"

Daoist Qingyun shook his head with a smile and replied, "Last time, the Northern Liao King was in his own territory, surrounded by countless formidable soldiers!"

"But this time, according to the intelligence I've received, he has only brought Ye Jiu with him to Gusu City!"

"With only two people from the Northern Liao King's side, given your strength, it shouldn't be too hard to take him down, should it?"

The eighteen black-robed figures present, the first ten who had been in the hall belong to the ten great prestigious families.

The eight who came later were from the Hidden Dragon Organization.

All eighteen were Grandmasters.

Outside, it was rare to encounter even one Grandmaster in several years, yet here gathered were a full eighteen of them.

"Gentlemen, I won't say much more."

"I hope everything goes smoothly for you, and that I can receive good news of the Northern Liao King's demise soon!"

Daoist Qingyun said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, everyone slightly nodded their heads and then left Qingyun Temple with long strides.

Watching everyone's departing figures, Daoist Qingyun's mouth slowly curved into a sinister smile, murmuring, "Northern Liao King, I want to see how you survive this time!"

...

The eighteen Grandmasters, riding a plane, went directly to Jiangnan Gusu City.

It seemed as if even the sky sensed that a tremendous assault was about to erupt within Gusu City, for it had begun raining heavily there without warning.

Large raindrops constantly fell to the ground, splashing up droplets of water.

Ye Ling, who had been meditating with his eyes closed in the villa, suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze turned towards the moat outside the villa.

At the same time, Ye Jiu and the others inside the villa also awoke from their meditation and stepped out of the villa in large strides.

Ye Ling had already been standing in the courtyard of the villa.

"The enemy is here."

"Eighteen people, all Great Grandmasters!"

Noticing the arrival of Ye Jiu and the others, Ye Ling spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiu and the others all took a sharp intake of breath!

Eighteen Great Grandmasters, even the Northern Liao with the strongest force in the four major war zones, might not be able to muster so many Great Grandmaster fighters!

The four commanders who had just pledged their allegiance to Ye Ling couldn't help but tremble.

But thinking of Ye Ling being a War King fighter, the men gradually steadied their trembling bodies.

With a War King among them, why fear eighteen Great Grandmasters?

Ye Ling and his seven companions strode out of the villa and reached the side of the moat.

In the view of the eight, there were eighteen figures shrouded in black robes, stepping on the water of the moat, advancing with large strides.

The torrential rain did not even touch these people before it thunderously dissipated.

"These damned creatures, they really dare to come!"

Chen Dao roared angrily, a silver-ringed broadsword appearing in his hand, his face full of murderous aura.

Ye Ling stood in the front, with Ye Jiu and the other seven lined up behind him, their gazes sharply watching the eighteen figures.

The eighteen Great Grandmaster fighters treaded on the surface of the river and leapt forward.

The two groups thus confronted each other on this rainy night!

"Boom!"

Just then, a thunderous rumble came from the sky, and a purple lightning streaked across the sky.

"Kill!"

Someone suddenly shouted, and both parties made their move at that moment.

The eighteen who came to attack Ye Ling, like ghosts in the night, had elusive movements, but in just an instant, they had already appeared beside Ye Ling and his company!

The eighteen instantly surrounded Ye Ling and his eight companions.

"Heh, this time, only eighteen Great Grandmasters came?"

"Not even half of the last time, you really underestimate me, Ye Ling, the Northern Liao King, don't you?"

Ye Ling's indifferent gaze swept over the crowd as he spoke slowly.

The last time, in the Northern Liao, under the leadership of the Hidden Dragon Organization, forty Great Grandmasters came to attack Ye Ling, accompanied by three War Kings combining forces!

Even with such a lineup, they still failed to eliminate Ye Ling, let alone now with only eighteen Great Grandmasters.

"Hmph! Back in Northern Liao, you had numerous powerful subordinates, but now you only have eight Great Grandmasters; how could you alone be a match for ten of us?"

A figure in a black robe snorted coldly, his indifferent voice echoing.

"Enough talk, since you've come, you must also be prepared to die."

Ye Ling, too lazy to waste more words, murmured and then turned into a blur.

At the same time, Ye Jiu and the others also attacked the nearest robed figures.

A tremendous battle erupted at that moment!

Ye Ling did not reveal his terrifying strength in the Imperial Realm, only controlling his power within the War King level.

Had those people known that Ye Ling had reached the mythical Imperial Realm, it probably would have scared them from making any moves.

This was not the result Ye Ling wanted.

He still needed the fish to keep taking the bait, to collect the interest from these forces that had once conspired to besiege him!

"You are a War King fighter..."