Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Hearing the middle-aged man's threat, Ye Ling snickered in disdain.

"There are many people in this world who wish to kill me, but you clearly don't have the ability."

Ye Ling's voice rang out contemptuously.

Faced with such provocation, the middle-aged man could no longer restrain himself.

Without any hesitation, he drew the broadsword from his back and charged straight at Ye Ling!

Ye Ling raised his eyebrows and, with two fingers as if they were a sword, caught the man's broadsword directly!

The full-strength strike of a peak Great Grandmaster was actually blocked by Ye Ling's two fingers, leaving everyone present speechless with shock.

Everyone looked at Ye Ling as if they were gazing at a deity or demon, their eyes filled with fear.

"Your strength isn't much to speak of, it seems this so-called Guiyi Dao Sect is just a paper tiger."

Ye Ling said with a chuckle.

Then, with a sudden exertion of strength in the two fingers holding the broadsword, the massive blade shattered into pieces that fell to the ground.

Before the middle-aged man could react, Ye Ling had already struck his chest with a palm.

"Bang!"

A dull sound echoed as the middle-aged man was sent flying backwards at a speed several times faster than he had arrived, crashing into the wall of the council hall before coming to a stop. He immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face rapidly turning pale before the naked eye.

"Roll back and tell your Sect Master of the Guiyi Dao Sect that I will visit in seven days!"

Ye Ling said dismissively, and without another glance at the challenger from the Guiyi Dao Sect, he turned away.

The middle-aged man dared not challenge Ye Ling anymore, enduring the intense pain wracking his body as he staggered up and made his way out of the council hall.

Afterward, Ye Ling's indifferent gaze swept over everyone present.

Wherever his gaze landed, not a single person dared meet Ye Ling's eyes!

"Do you lot of trash also dare to covet the throne of the Southern Border King?"

"Immediately withdraw the Southern Border army from outside the council hall, or face death without mercy!"

Ye Ling's icy voice rang out, coupled with the overwhelming murderous aura emanating from him, silencing everyone in fear.

But they dared not withdraw the tens of thousands of Southern Border soldiers stationed outside the council hall, as those soldiers were their last line of defense.

If these tens of thousands of soldiers were to retreat at this moment, they would be completely at Ye Ling's mercy!

"My lord, these worthless things do not know how to repent. Why not kill them all?"

"The Southern Border army has become this corrupted mess largely because of these insubordinate scoundrels!"

Chen Dao said coldly.

Ye Ling gave him a glance, his eyes conveying a hint of speechlessness.

If he were to kill everyone present, the Southern Border army would have no strong fighters left!

The three elders alone were three peak Great Grandmasters, and across the entire Southern Border army, there were hardly any fighters of such caliber.

If he really killed these three old men, even if the Southern Border was eventually stabilized, that stability wouldn't last long.

An army of the Southern Border without strong fighters would not be feared by the powers of the Southern Border!n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Report! People from Wo Country have arrived!"

Just then, an urgent voice came from outside the council hall.

Right after, a soldier of the Southern Border army barged into the council hall without waiting for anyone to summon him.

When he saw the devastated council hall and the Southern Border strongmen whose faces were full of fear, a hint of astonishment flashed across his face.

"Speak!"

Ye Ling looked at the soldier and said coldly.

The soldier was taken aback, clearly not recognizing Ye Ling.

However, he didn't dwell on it and spoke directly, "Reporting to my lord! A troop from Wo Country has arrived!"

"They specifically asked to visit the Southern Border King and the three elders of the pastoral lands by name!"

Wo Country was separated from the Southern Border by just a stretch of sea. With the Southern Border King having disappeared in recent years, and with chaos erupting throughout the Southern Border's territory, Wo Country had always been covetously eyeing the Southern Border.

Now that Wo Country dared to send people to visit the Southern Border King and the three pastoral elders, they were most likely seeking to probe the reality of the situation!

"How many people came?"

Ye Ling asked in a deep voice.

Without hesitating, the soldier immediately replied, "Reporting to my lord, nine people in total. The one leading them claims to be the number one swordsman of Wo Country!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling's eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The number one swordsman of Wo Country, there was only one person, Miyamoto Musashi!

Rumors had it that Miyamoto Musashi had declared four years ago that he would undergo life-secluding cultivation, vowing not to exit until he reached the realm of a Warrior King within this lifetime! Find your next read at empire

If Miyamoto Musashi had reemerged, he must have successfully crossed the final threshold and become a Warrior King!

Ye Ling paid no attention to the others, instead fixing his gaze on the council hall outside.

His sharp eyesight pierced through the walls to see the nine dwarves standing outside the Southern Border's army of tens of thousands!

The people of Wo Country were short in stature, and no matter how strong their martial prowess was, they couldn't change this physical disadvantage.

Among the nine, the one leading was an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a black training outfit with a long sword at his waist.

Despite his aged appearance, one could still sense a powerful aura emanating from him.

This aura was one that only a Warrior King could possess!

This old man was a genuine Warrior King powerhouse!

"Then Miyamoto Musashi declared four years ago that he would not emerge unless he had entered the realm of a Warrior King."

"Now that he dares to step into our Southern Border's military stronghold with only nine men, surely he must have succeeded in taking that step and ascended to be a Warrior King!" one of the three elders spoke in a heavy voice.

Another elder also spoke with a grave expression, "He asked to visit us three and the Southern Border King by name; I'm afraid the visitors bear ill intentions!"

"Now that the Southern Border King's strength has greatly diminished, he may not even be able to exhibit the power of a mid-stage Great Grandmaster, and just the three of us are most likely no match for this Miyamoto Musashi!"

Upon hearing this, the other two elders fell into silence.

It was common knowledge that the realm of a Warrior King was the realm that followed a Great Grandmaster. Although there was only one rank separating a Warrior King from a Great Grandmaster, the difference between them was as vast as the difference between clouds and mud.

Let alone that there were only three pastoral elders, even ten Great Grandmasters at their peak would probably not be a match for a single Warrior King!

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

"Daring to block Master Miyamoto's path, it seems you all are tired of living!"

An arrogant voice came from outside the council hall.

No sooner had the voice finished than the nine short-statured people from Wo Country strode into the council hall.

The one leading them was indeed the old man, acclaimed as Wo Country's number one swordsman, Miyamoto Musashi!

Even though Miyamoto Musashi's long sword was not drawn, there was still a sharp Sword Qi emanating from him, spreading throughout the hall.

Affected by this Sword Qi, everyone in the council hall's expressions shifted subtly, and for a moment, not a single person dared to look at Miyamoto Musashi!

Ye Ling once again sat down in his seat. The arrival of this Miyamoto Musashi had indeed saved him a lot of trouble.

Otherwise, given the disposition of the three pastoral elders, they would probably let the Southern Border's army outside take action, and then Ye Ling would have no choice but to slaughter the Southern Border's army.