Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"Heh, War King?"

Ye Ling chuckled lightly but did not offer an explanation.

Mo Tianwen knew he was no match for Ye Ling and, without any dignity, turned to run toward the edge of the arena.

In the face of life and death, notions of life pacts and the dignity of the strong were all cast aside.

Survival had become the only thought in Mo Tianwen's mind at that moment.

Facing a War King-level powerhouse, not just he but even if the Sect Master of Guiyi Dao Sect were present, the likely outcome would be nothing less than a slaughtering.

"Heh, thinking of running now? Don't you think it's a little late?"

Ye Ling let out a cold laugh, his indifferent voice immediately reaching Mo Tianwen's ears.

Mo Tianwen's body shook as he desperately activated his internal power, madly running towards the edge of the arena.

But as fast as he was, Ye Ling was even faster!

Ye Ling raised his knife and threw it at Mo Tianwen.

"Shh!"

The sharp blade immediately pierced through Mo Tianwen's body.

The figure of Mo Tianwen, who had been running wildly, instantly came to a halt, falling straight forward.

Until his death, Mo Tianwen's eyes still held a thick look of disbelief and an ineradicable color of fear.

"Such trash daring to claim he can battle an adult!"

"Ridiculously, I could crush such waste with one hand!"

Chen Dao looked coldly at the lifeless Mo Tianwen, his words filled with disdain!

Actually, Mo Tianwen was slightly stronger than both Ye Jiu and He Feng.

But Chen and others, having battled over the years in Northern Liao, often hovering at the brink of death, although slightly weaker than Mo Tianwen, could unleash a strength far surpassing him.

Strength alone doesn't determine the outcome of a battle unless it reaches a crushing level; many other factors come into play.

"This battle, the victory belongs to the Lord of Northern Liao!"

Wang Tiezhu stepped onto the arena, his gaze sweeping over all the Southern Border troops as he shouted loudly.

The bewildered Southern Border soldiers, too, came to their senses following Wang Tiezhu's explosive shout.

They looked at Ye Ling on the arena with a terrified demeanor, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"What exactly does this Northern Liao King intend to do? First, he killed our Southern Border army's military advisor, and now he has killed the genius disciple of Guiyi Dao Sect. What is he trying to do!"

"Mo Tianwen was not just a genius disciple of Guiyi Dao Sect but also the chief instructor under the command of the King of Tianling. By killing him, the Northern Liao King will surely not be let off easily by the King of Tianling!"

"Even though he is the Northern Liao King, this place is still Southern Border. Since the disappearance of the Southern Border King, the strengths of several kings have increased day by day; it's likely that even the Northern Liao King will have a hard time getting a favorable outcome against these kings."

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A crowd of Southern Border soldiers stared at Ye Ling on the arena with frightened expressions, their mouths continuously murmuring!

However, the voices discussing Ye Ling had become extremely low, in stark contrast to their previously haughty, condescending demeanor.

The easy slaughter of Mo Tianwen by Ye Ling was enough to deter these Southern Border soldiers present.

"What do we do now? Are we just going to let this Northern Liao King run amok in our Southern Border army?"

A Southern Border army commander with real power whispered to a few people around him.

Another person glanced at Ye Ling on the stage and said coldly, "Hold off for now. Let's wait until General Shen returns!"

Upon hearing this, the others fell silent as well, seemingly placing great faith in the General Shen mentioned by their companion.

It seemed that as long as General Shen returned to the Southern Border army, Ye Ling would pose no threat to them.

While everyone was discussing Ye Ling vehemently, Ye Ling had already descended from the arena, taking Ye Jiu and others to leave the scene.

"Commander Wang, where is the Southern Border King's place of seclusion?"

Not far from leaving, Ye Ling spoke up and asked.

Wang Tiezhu's expression changed slightly, but he dared not conceal anything and immediately responded, "In Moon Departure Mountain!"

"Moon Departure Mountain? Where is that mountain? Is it far from this Southern Border army's main base?"

Ye Ling raised his eyebrows and asked.

Wang Tiezhu promptly replied, "My lord, Moon Departure Mountain is not far from our Southern Border army's main base!"

"Heading east from here, fifteen li outside the city, lies Moon Departure Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling nodded slightly and said, "Prepare a carriage, I want to meet the Southern Border King."

"Yes, my lord!"

Wang Tiezhu dared not inquire further, promptly conceding and turned away to prepare the carriage.

Ye Ling initially intended to visit the Southern Border King the next day, but the Southern Border army around the arena earlier did not mention the Southern Border King at all, seemingly indifferent to his life or death.

You should know that the Southern Border King is the true ruler of the Southern Border, yet now he is in such a plight.

Ye Ling, being a king of a battle zone himself, felt it necessary to meet the Southern Border King and see what his current state was.

Before long, Wang Tiezhu had already prepared the carriage.

Since it was already night, Ye Ling did not take Su Rou with him, but had Wang Tiezhu arrange accommodation for her, and then asked Chen Dao and He Feng to stay here to protect Su Rou.

Ye Ling and a few others left the Southern Border army's main base and headed towards Moon Departure Mountain.

The carriage moved under the moonlight, and before long, they had already arrived at the foot of Moon Departure Mountain.

Wang Tiezhu led Ye Ling and a few others toward the depths of Moon Departure Mountain.

In the depths of Moon Departure Mountain, there was a thatched cottage surrounded by numerous flowers and plants, perfectly blending with the surrounding woods without seeming out of place.

At the entrance of the thatched cottage, six burly men continually scanned the vicinity, as if on alert for something!

Ye Ling and his companions appeared not far from the thatched cottage.

Upon seeing Ye Ling and his group, the six men immediately became stern, their eyes coldly fixed on them.

"This is a restricted area of the Southern Border army, you cannot enter, leave immediately!"

One of them said coldly to Ye Ling and his companions.

Ye Ling glanced over the six men and said indifferently, "I am the Northern Liao King, here today to visit the Southern Border King. Please go in and inform him!"

Although the Southern Border King was in no way comparable to Ye Ling, whether in individual martial prowess or in the number and power of his followers, the Southern Border King had no standing to be compared with Ye Ling!

But as another king of a war zone, he still showed the Southern Border King ample respect.

Upon hearing his words, the expressions of the six men changed slightly, yet none of them turned to enter the thatched cottage.

One of them, looking sternly at Ye Ling, said in a deep voice, "The Southern Border King has ordered that he sees no one during his seclusion!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Northern Liao King, please return! Once the Southern Border King emerges from seclusion, we will surely inform him of your visit!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling raised his eyebrows and looked meaningfully at the six men.