Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Watching the uncertain appearance of the pretender king before him, a hint of amusement arose in the heart of the Southern Border King.

This was the demeanor he, as the Southern Border King, should have!

At this moment, the Southern Border King thought of many things.

He was filled with gratitude for Ye Ling. During the half-month of seclusion, Ye Ling had not only treated his injuries but also continuously told him what he should do as the king of a war zone.

Thanks to Ye Ling's teachings, the mentality of the Southern Border King had undergone a dramatic change compared to half a month ago.

"Why do you all remain silent?"

A smile curled at the corner of the Southern Border King's mouth as he looked at the five men of Heng He and spoke.

After a moment of contemplation, the Hidden Qi King slowly said, "Southern Border King, we indeed did not fully consider the previous incident, and for that, we apologize to you!"

Seeing the Hidden Qi King soften his stance, the other four pretender kings naturally did not continue to insist.

This was, after all, the main camp of the Southern Border Army. If they truly angered the Southern Border King, it was possible he might signal his command and have the tens of thousands of Southern Border soldiers surround them!

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"Southern Border King, our previous disrespect was our mistake!"

"But this guy dared to insult us brazenly, he must give us an explanation!"

Heng He spoke in a deep voice, his gaze turning towards Chen Dao, standing behind Ye Ling.

Seeing him like this, the Southern Border King's brow slightly furrowed. He had already made his position clear, yet Heng He still refused to let matters rest!

"Insolent! I am still here, and you, a mere pretender king, dare demand an explanation from my subordinate!"

Just then, Ye Ling's voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Ling looked at Heng He with cold eyes, his expression somber.

As soon as these words were spoken, Heng He and his party's gazes instantly fell on Ye Ling.

Knowing full well that Ye Ling was the Northern Liao King, Heng He still pretended ignorance and said, "And who might you be?"

"When did an outsider get the right to meddle in the affairs of our Southern Border?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling revealed a mocking smile and said, "It doesn't matter if you do not know my identity, I can tell you!"

"I am Ye Ling, occupying the position of the Northern Liao King!"

As his voice fell, an indescribable aura suddenly erupted from Ye Ling, enveloping the entire council hall in an instant!

Surrounded by this aura, the faces of Heng He and his party turned somewhat unsightly.

But Heng He still clenched his teeth and said very stubbornly, "Never mind whether you are really the Northern Liao King, even if you are indeed the Northern Liao King, the Southern Border's affairs are still none of your concern!"

Ye Ling scoffed in disdain and pulled something from his pocket, tossing it directly at Heng He.

Heng He only saw a blur of darkness flying towards him at a terrifying speed, his instinct to dodge kicking in.

"Bang!"

But before he could react, the dark object brushed past his cheek at high speed, embedding itself into the chair behind him!

Heng He swallowed hard with difficulty, turning around with a lingering fear.

He saw a dazzling golden token firmly embedded in the chair he was sitting on!

The palm-sized golden token bore the characters for "Northern Liao," exuding an inexplicable aura of dignity.

A wound appeared on Heng He's cheek, from which blood slowly streamed down his face, yet he seemed as if he didn't feel the pain at all.

Ye Ling also slowly rose to his feet, his expression indifferent as he said, "The Southern Border's pretender king presuming to claim kingship has already violated the laws of our Dragon Nation!"

"Now, you have gone even further, speaking insolently in the Southern Border Army's council hall and even plotting to strike at a subordinate of mine!"

"For these multiple offenses, the punishment should be death. However, considering that you once bled for the Southern Border and the Dragon Nation, I will spare your life today. I will only take both your arms to serve as a warning to others!"

Hearing this, Heng He's attention snapped back in disbelief as he looked at Ye Ling.

"Do it!"

Amid his incredulous gaze, Ye Ling slowly said.

With the fall of his voice, He Feng and Chen Dao, who stood behind Ye Ling, immediately sprang into action.

The two men instantly bypassed Ye Ling, charging straight towards Heng He!

Although Heng He was also a Great Grandmaster, Chen Dao and He Feng were both peak Great Grandmasters, and their combat strength even surpassed that of an ordinary peak Great Grandmaster!

Facing the majestic Chen Dao and He Feng, Heng He's mentality exploded.

Two terrifying auras burst forth, instantly enveloping Heng He within them.

"You... what do you want to do!"

Heng He said with a trembling voice.

Even without exchanging blows, just by feeling the two people's terrifying presence before him, Heng He knew he was definitely no match for them.

Chen Dao grinned and said, "Weren't you very arrogant just now?"

"You wanted an explanation from me, right? I'll give you the explanation you want right now!"

As he spoke, Chen Dao had already arrived in front of Heng He.

Looking down on Heng He, who sat in his chair, Chen Dao's huge hands reached straight out towards him.

Heng He's face changed drastically, and then a vicious light flashed in his eyes.

As Chen Dao's hands were about to touch him, Heng He directly drew his sword from his waist.

A flash of cold light instantly struck towards Chen Dao.

Seeing Heng He swing a sword at himself, Chen Dao raised his eyebrows, his expression unchanged, but his eyes were full of disdain.

Just as the long sword was about to strike Chen Dao, he calmly retracted one hand and caught the blade between two fingers.

"Crack!"

Then, under Heng He's horrified gaze, the long sword he wore was snapped in two by Chen Dao's finger strength!

The sound of the blade breaking seemed to also accompany the sound of Heng He's heart breaking.

Tossing the broken sword aside, Chen Dao said with disdain, "With your meager skills, you dare to call yourself a king and speak insolently to your superior!"

"What are you all waiting for! If they dare to treat me like this, they would naturally dare to do the same to you!"

Heng He suddenly bellowed.

He knew he was no match for the two before him, not even able to defeat one of them!

So, Heng He decided to drag the other four pseudo kings into the fray, hoping they would join forces to help him through this difficult situation.

After exchanging glances, the four pseudo kings prepared to make their move.

But He Feng looked at them with indifferent and cold eyes.

"If any of you dares to move, you will be shown no mercy!"

The cold voice, mixed with bone-chilling intent to kill, rang in the ears of the four pseudo kings.

Seeing the indifferent expression on He Feng's face, they immediately abandoned the idea of moving to save Heng He.

"Ah!"

On the other side, Chen Dao also directly tore off Heng He's arms!

Throwing the arms of Heng He aside, Chen Dao spat disdainfully, and then he returned to Ye Ling's side with He Feng.