Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 449 - 448: Is This Reason Enough?

At this moment, the Buddhist Sect was bustling with crowds as lively as a sea of people. Of course, the primary purpose of this gathering of representatives from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts was to crusade against Northern King Ye Feng. The best outcome would be to seize this opportunity to thoroughly eliminate this God of Slaughter.

If that proved impossible, the alternative would be to confine him in the Buddhist Sect for thirty years, preventing him from wandering outside. So when Northern King Ye Feng arrived, disciples from the Nine Great Sects each displayed a look of indignation.

Despite their teeth-gritting hatred, not one of them dared to step forward. After all, at present, Northern King Ye Feng was like a malevolent sword, hanging over the heads of each disciple of the Ancient Martial Arts Sects. If this sword was not completely removed, they would never have peace.

Unaffected by the surrounding hostile gazes, Ye Feng calmly stepped forward, crossing the plaza and heading towards the main gate of the Buddhist Sect.

At that moment, the Deputy Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect, having apparently received news, hurriedly walked out from inside. Following him were eighteen bald monks with bodies shrouded in a resplendent golden light, each firmly grasping an iron rod and moving with robust and powerful steps, subtly forming a mysterious Formation around them.

"The Eighteen Arhats Formation, and on top of that, a Divine Path Divine Communication Realm Level Arhat Formation!" With his extensive experience, Ye Feng immediately recognized the origins of these eighteen individuals. He also knew this Eighteen Arhats Formation was relatively simple for the Buddhist Sect.

Within the Buddhist Sect, the truly formidable formation was the 81 Vajra Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming Formation. This formation was said to possess terrifying power, capable of unleashing several times the strength of those forming it. The second barrier Ye Feng had to breach this time was this very formation.

"Your Highness Ye Feng has indeed kept his word, gracing our Buddhist Sect with your presence at the Martial Arts Conference. This is truly a blessing for both the Martial Arts World and all the people of the nation!" The Deputy Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist invocation.

Ye Feng replied with a faint smile, "Now that I have personally come, I hope your Buddhist Sect will also keep its word, and I hope the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts will likewise honor their promise. Otherwise, do not blame me for being impolite!"

"Audacious! Your tone is a bit too bold, isn’t it? This place is the sacred land of the Buddhist Sect, and we won’t tolerate such wild behavior!" A team leader among the Eighteen Arhats Formation barked angrily.

Ye Feng’s gaze suddenly sharpened as he gave Sima Zhantian a meaningful glance. A mere Attendant Guard dared to be so presumptuous; did they really think he, the Northern King, would let this slide?

Indeed, without need for Ye Feng’s signal, the hot-headed Sima Zhantian exploded with anger and leapt forward, pointing at the man’s nose and bellowing, "Who do you think you are? My lord speaks, and you dare interject, even have the audacity to question him? Kneel immediately, or I’ll have your head!"

"Utterly audacious!" In an instant, the eighteen bald Arhats were enraged. They swiftly moved around Sima Zhantian, encircling him so tightly that not even water could seep through.

The Deputy Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect remained unmoved by this development and didn’t attempt to intervene. He thought it might be good to intimidate this Ye surname upstart first to prevent him from being too presumptuous and arrogant.

However, formally he still had to keep up appearances, after all, he was the host and couldn’t neglect his guests. So the Deputy Sect Master proclaimed with feigned concern, "Look here, Your Highness Ye Feng, it’s not too good for both sides to cause such a commotion upon first meeting. Why don’t you have your subordinate back down?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng scoffed coldly, "Why shouldn’t it be your Attendant Guards retreating instead?"

The Deputy Sect Master chuckled, "They are responsible for maintaining order throughout the Martial Arts Conference, asking them to retreat wouldn’t be quite appropriate, would it?"

Making his unwillingness to back down clear, Ye Feng, upon hearing this, had no intention of engaging in further discussion and directly ordered Sima Zhantian, "These eighteen individuals dare to disrespect me; you may take bold action. Kill without mercy!"

"Yes!" Armed with Ye Feng’s permission, Sima Zhantian immediately charged forth like a ferocious tiger.

The Deputy Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect narrowed his eyes, still without any intention of calling a halt.

Ye Feng stood still with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes keenly watching the confrontation unfold. He noticed that at the beginning, Sima Zhantian fought fiercely, but soon it was like a bull stuck in a quagmire; utterly mired, unable to exert any force, let alone injure the opponent.

Not only was Sima Zhantian unable to exert his full combat power, but even his movement technique was suppressed. Watching this, Ye Feng could not help but inwardly marvel at the prowess of the Buddhist Sect’s Eighteen Arhats Formation.

Normally, these eighteen bald Arhats would be at the Divine Communication Realm of the Fourth Realm of the Divine Path, a Cultivation Realm not considered very high. Sima Zhantian, after all, was at least half a Cultivator, and after over a month of sparring with Sausage Sister, the big man had significantly improved his combat power.

Yet at this moment, he was still caught within the Eighteen Arhats Formation. It’s evident that the formation’s power was extraordinary. Of course, a major reason for Sima Zhantian’s situation was that he had only used the Power of the Flesh Body.

This guy was probably accustomed to sparring with Sausage Sister lately, thus he charged forth using only his bodily strength, employing brute force that was precisely countered by the opponent’s Eighteen Arhats Formation.

Seeing this, Ye Feng shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "That’s enough, Iron Bull. Now is not the time for training; make it quick and decisive!"

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Upon hearing this, Sima Zhantian immediately shouted, "Alright, master! I was originally thinking of letting them help me train a bit more, but it seems it’s time to quickly end this battle!"

The team leader among the Eighteen Arhats snorted coldly, "Truly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. You’re clearly trapped by our Great Formation, on the verge of defeat, yet you still have the audacity to say..."

However, before the man could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Sima Zhantian within the Great Formation, whose aura swiftly escalated. More terrifying was the sight of a blade materializing above his head, a gigantic golden-yellow ancient blade.

The great blade soared towards the heavens, and then a single slash cleaved through the air, instantly producing a trajectory akin to a comet streaking across the sky.

Bang Bang Bang!

Accompanied by a series of thunderous blasts, the eighteen bald-headed Arhats were sent flying backward, and by the time they hit the ground, they were already dead, breathless. Only then did everyone realize that their necks bore a wound as fine as a thread, blood profusely spilling from these slender cuts.

Witnessing this spectacle, the disciples from the ancient martial arts Sects around were all petrified, even the more timid ones started to retreat quietly, knowing all too well that the Buddhist Sect’s Eighteen Arhats Formation was capable of contending with Divine Ability Realm powers.

Now, they had been slaughtered with a single slash, eighteen bald-headed monks lay dead, without even a chance to defend themselves; this was simply too horrifying.

"Not bad, not bad, big guy, your swordsmanship has improved today, your power has indeed increased. It wasn’t in vain that granny here has gone through the trouble of sparring with you these past few days," Sausage Sister nodded slightly as she spoke.

Sima Zhantian laughed and said, "It’s a pity, these eighteen bald heads are like paper, unable to test my true strength at all, weak, simply too weak!"

Hearing these words, the Deputy Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect twitched at the corner of his eyes, trembling with rage and teeth chattering, yet he dared not speak out, fully aware that the one who could destroy the Eighteen Arhats Formation and kill those eighteen in one slash, could likewise slay him in his Half-Step Divine Ability Realm with one stroke.

The scene suddenly fell silent, many spectators surrounded the area, but none dared to speak. Right at that moment, two bald elders in black monk robes approached at a brisk pace.

The two moved swiftly, striding like shooting stars, quickly arriving in front of the crowd. The aura emanating from them was exceptionally powerful, at the very least they were Divine Ability Realm powers, possibly even legendary Half-Step Saint Realm warriors.

"What’s going on here, everything was fine, who is causing trouble again, brazenly killing disciples of my Buddhist Sect? This is utterly outrageous!" the newcomers snorted heavily.

The Deputy Sect Master felt a sense of relief upon seeing them and hurriedly reported, "Reporting to the Sect Master and the Supreme Elder, it was Ye Feng, it was his subordinates who did it!"

The Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect was a short and plump middle-aged man with a rosy complexion, who, at first glance, didn’t seem much different from those gluttonous monks in the marketplace.

"His Highness Northern King, may I ask what this means, why kill my Buddhist Sect disciples without cause? Are you not taking my Buddhist Sect seriously?" The Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect turned his head and glared at Ye Feng as he questioned him.

Ye Feng just smiled lightly and said, "You’re actually quite right. Just relying on your mere Buddhist Sect, you expect me to take you seriously—I, the Northern King? You’re not worthy!"

"You..." The Buddhist Sect Master’s anger erupted, and it looked as if he was about to take action, but the Elder beside him restrained him.

This Elder was far leaner and seemed as gaunt as a withered branch, but his presence was as stable as a mountain. He scrutinized Ye Feng from head to toe and asked, "Are you the Northern King Ye Feng?"

Ye Feng merely nodded slightly. The Elder then pressed, "By killing the disciples of my Buddhist Sect, you must have some explanation, mustn’t you?"

Ye Feng nodded again and replied, "Openly slandering and defaming the Northern King of Xuanyuan Nation, the Principal of the Martial Academy. Isn’t that reason enough?"

The elder’s eyes flashed sharply as he stared steadily at Ye Feng without moving. Those around them thought he was ready to explode into action.

But to everyone’s surprise, the Elder eventually nodded, laughed, and said, "Enough, enough indeed. His Highness the Northern King of Xuanyuan Nation is indeed on the rise, so of course, the reason suffices. His Highness has come from afar, and this old monk hasn’t greeted you properly; please forgive my rudeness. This way, please!"

Without further ado, Ye Feng walked inside, followed closely by Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, and others, as well as Sausage Sister and Long Nannan.

Not able to swallow his indignation, the Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect ground his teeth and whispered, "Uncle Teacher, are we really going to let this go? This Ye fellow is far too arrogant, showing no respect for our Buddhist Sect whatsoever."

The Elder smiled faintly upon hearing this and said, "Let it go? Of course not. But what’s the rush? Even after cultivating for most of your life, you lack the composure needed. The young man hasn’t entered the temple gate yet, and we shouldn’t drive him to desperation, lest he sees a chance to escape."

At this point, the Elder gestured towards the people following Ye Feng and mused to himself, "See those people he brought with him? I’m telling you, most of them are formidable warriors, any of whom could easily match you in strength, and there are even several among them whom even I might not be able to control. If we drive that youngster into a corner, no one at the gate can stop him from escaping."

Upon hearing this, the Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect inhaled sharply and said, "This young man, even his Attendant Guards are so mighty?"

The Elder nodded slightly and then sighed deeply, "Exactly, which is why this man cannot be allowed to remain. Otherwise, he will inevitably become an enduring threat, and then none of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts will be able to hold him down!"