Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

After Lin Dong and his people fled like dogs that had lost their homes, Li Tianqing dismissed everyone around him and brought Ye Ling to the ghostly living room on the third floor. He prepared a box of high-grade Maojian tea and personally started to steep tea for him.

Ye Ling took a sip of the tea and said indifferently, "Old Li, I'm afraid the reason you've asked to see me isn't just for catching up, right?"

Li Tianqing started at this and then clasped his hands together, "My lord is indeed formidable, to guess my intentions so quickly!"

"Alright, we know each other after all, so just speak frankly!" Ye Ling lifted his hand and looked him straight in the eyes, cutting to the chase.

"My lord, have you ever heard of this group?" Li Tianqing bent over, his eyes showing fear, and even cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"My lord, the reason I asked you to come is to seek your help..." Li Tianqing was still bowing, but before he could finish, a loud bang came from the door, followed by two screams.

A burly man dressed in black martial arts attire barged in, holding two severely injured bodyguards and disdainfully said, "Old Li, haven't you made up your mind yet? Hand over your businesses to our Overlord Hall, or else your whole family will die!"

"Do you think that by hiring these bodyguards, you can cross hands with a martial artist from our Overlord Hall? You're really overestimating yourself!"

As he spoke, he hurled the two bodyguards over ten meters away with a thud, knocking them unconscious.

The several bodyguards in the room couldn't help but reveal looks of horror.

Effortlessly throwing a 160-pound man over ten meters, this person's strength must be no less than a thousand pounds. A casual punch from him could splatter someone's brains.

"Heaven Master, we're sorry, we've taken your money and should be willing to lay down our lives for you, but this is beyond us!" The guards shook their heads, looking fearfully at the black-clad martial artist before dejectedly dropping their weapons and leaving the room.

The black-clad martial artist looked smug, glanced at Li Tianqing and said, "Old Li, a wise man submits to circumstances. Otherwise, I, Tian Wu, will have to send you on your way!"

"Tian Wu, are you from a hidden family clan?" Li Tianqing's eyes revealed alarm, and his body hunched over slightly.

"Correct. Since you already know about hidden families, you should be aware that you can't afford to provoke us. Quickly hand over your businesses, or don't blame me for being ruthless!" Tian Wu spoke coldly, his eyes flashing with a ferocity like that of a vicious wolf, as if he might devour someone whole.

Li Tianqing felt a chill run down his spine, but still braced himself firmly, shaking his head, "Tian Wu, do you think I, Li Tianqing, have reached this position by being afraid of death?"

"Heh, you're not afraid to die, but is your granddaughter?" Tian Wu sneered, beckoning with his hand behind him.

Two burly men, holding daggers, walked out with a little girl, their weapons pressed against the girl's delicate face.

"Junjun!" Li Tianqing's eyes overflowed with tears as he cursed angrily, "Bastards, you have no conscience, you will not die a good death!"

Clenching his teeth, he abruptly knelt before Ye Ling, pleading, "Young Master Ye, I beg you, save my granddaughter!"

Ye Ling sat on the chair, a murderous gleam also appearing in his eyes.

"Ha, Old Li has gone mad, thinking that such a frail fellow could stand up to us?" Tian Wu said with disdainful eyes and waved to his subordinates, "Go on, take out this trash so that Old Li can see that so-called martial artists are not someone he can afford to provoke!"

"Yes, Master Tian!" a man stepped forward, stomping hard on the ground with a thud, shaking the entire room as if it were an earthquake, causing tables and chairs to topple and glass to shatter all over.

Is this what a martial artist is? Is this power not too terrifying?

Li Tianqing's eyes flickered with fear, but Ye Ling mockingly said with a cold glance, "Hmph, flaunting your power without finesse, not even at the hidden strength level, and you dare to show off in front of me? You might as well call over Lin Zhantian; at least he can last a few moves against me."

"Insolence! Who do you think you are, worthy of crossing hands with our Hall Master?" The muscular man's face turned to rage as he swung his fist toward Ye Ling's head.

The fist tore through the air, the powerful pressure suffocating, but Ye Ling remained calmly seated, not even bothering to dodge as he looked towards the door and said, "Kill these two pieces of trash, break Tian Wu's limbs. I'll keep him for questioning."

"You're still arrogant at death's door?" The muscular man's eyes bulged as he exploded in strength, his fist thundering with a roaring sound.

"Good, complete Bright Strength! Even if this kid is a practitioner, he's still a dead man!" Tian Wu praised inwardly, looking at Ye Ling as if he were already dead.

Complete Bright Strength, in such a place that meant he could sweep through everything.

And just then, Ye Jiu's body suddenly interposed itself, taking the punch with his chest.

With a bang, it sounded like an explosion; the muscular man's hand bones shattered, but Ye Jiu stood there unharmed, leaping forward and grabbing one muscular man by the neck, twisting with force.

With two snaps, the two muscular men fell to the ground, offering no resistance.

Tian Wu's expression shock as he tried to leap out the window, but Ye Jiu reached the window first, lifting him by the neck like a chicken.

Tian Wu struggled furiously, cursing, "Have you gone mad? My Tian family is a hidden clan, and my second uncle is a Hidden Strength martial artist. If you dare to lay a hand on me, he will surely kill all of you!"

"Hidden Strength martial artist, what's that supposed to be?" Ye Jiu grinned, pressing down on both of Tian Wu's arms and then pulling hard, causing a cracking sound as Tian Wu's arms stretched out, going limp.

He knelt on the ground, rolling and screaming in agony.