Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law Chapter 420: The Immortal Sword, The Power of Hong Jiutian!

Tonight, the Forbidden City was markedly different from usual, exceptionally lively. Of course, those who made it here tonight were all eminent figures of Xuanyuan Nation. Everyone was waiting, waiting for the upcoming duel that could almost be considered the strongest showdown between the younger generation of Xuanyuan Nation.

And it was a duel to the death!

What surprised everyone was that Hong Jiutian had already arrived early, standing tall on the pinnacle of the Forbidden City. However, the other, Northern King Ye Feng, was still nowhere to be seen.

As the sun was about to set completely, the crowd began to show signs of impatience.

"That youngster, Northern King Ye Feng, couldn't be too scared to show up, right? How co he's still not here?" a Utility Pavilion Sect Leader said coldly. The killing of Nine Sect Leaders the previous day had left several Utility Pavilion Sect Leaders restless throughout the night, and of course, they were all hoping that today would be the end of Ye Feng.

"Exactly! This guy might have been so frightened by Hong Jiutian's reputation that he pissed himself and rolled away in terror. If that's the case, he doesn't deserve to be the King of the Northern Border, let alone the head of the Martial Academy!" a high-ranking official from the Great General's Mansion sneered.

"Precisely. If this youngster runs away, I suggest his position as head of the Academy be stripped imdiately and Hong Jiutian be appointed instead!"

"I agree too. Hong Jiutian's martial arts are unparalleled, and he's young and promising. It's most fitting for him to be the head of the Martial Academy!"

"Dusk is almost upon us. It seems Ye Feng really isn't going to show. Who would have thought that this fellow, born from the military ranks, would turn out to be a deserter? Truly contemptible!"

However, at that mont, the South Gate of the Forbidden City suddenly burst open with a loud bang, and then three carriages unique to the Northern Border charged straight in, speeding towards the deepest part of the surroundings.

Suddenly, soone shouted loudly, "He's here, he has finally arrived!"

"Northern King is mighty, the head of Academy is mighty!" Out of nowhere, soone shouted, and then shouts rose from everywhere.

It seed that not everyone present was inclined to support Hong Jiutian. Northern King Ye Feng had a high standing, commanding the support of many. Of course, although many supported him, few believed that he could win.

After all, with a whole day's ferntation of news, basically everyone now knew about Hong Jiutian's background. For the people of the secular world, the Four Great Ancient Clans were always a taboo, almost akin to divine beings.

Atop Forbidden Peak, Hong Jiutian was still standing there, his gaze forever fixed on the distant sky, not even deigning to look at the three carriages. Even when Ye Feng got out of the carriage, he did not lower his head, his pride unparalleled.

Ye Feng got out of the carriage and then looked up to see the densely packed people around him, as well as the experts standing on the eaves of the surrounding palaces. He couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, surprised at the commotion the situation had caused. He wondered which person had managed to spread the news.

Of course, this was of no consequence to him. With a slight step, he leapt into the air, and the next mont, he landed on Forbidden Peak, standing opposite Hong Jiutian.

"You, you've finally co after all," Hong Jiutian finally spoke.

Ye Feng glanced at him and said with a faint smile, "I have no reason not to co."

Hong Jiutian spoke in his own slow and arrogant tone, "I thought you wouldn't dare to co. But that's fine. Tonight, I will make you despair... No, soon enough, you won't even be able to feel what despair is."

Ye Feng said in a deep voice, "You're quite confident. But if you lived a carefree and happy life in the mountains, you shouldn't have co out. This place isn't suited for you, it never was, and it never will be!"

Hong Jiutian slightly raised his sinister smile and said, "You're absolutely right. This place doesn't belong to because it's just a small birdcage to , too confining. I just regard it as a stepping stone to a broader world!"

Nobody had expected that the fellow opposite shared Ye Feng's view of the imperial city as a birdcage, though it was evident that Hong Jiutian's aspirations were far greater. His eyes were set not just on this world but beyond.

Ye Feng didn't say anything more, since there really was no more need for words. Hong Jiutian also closed his mouth, and the two n stared at each other as the tension suddenly escalated.

At this mont, inside a slightly lower palace at the Forbidden Peak, Tang Bai and Bu Zheng suddenly appeared around Zhuge Wuming, flanking him from the left and the right, effectively trapping him in the middle.

Zhuge Wuming's face darkened as he sensed trouble. He wasn't a fool; Tang Bai had clearly brought his senior brother to ensure he couldn't interfere at a critical mont.

"Ye Feng, it looks like I won't be able to lend a hand after all. I hope Heaven will protect the worthy!" Zhuge Wuming sighed inwardly.

Elsewhere, atop another low palace, the leaders of the Sects of Ancient Martial Arts were gathered; nearly all high-ranking officials from the Nine Great Sects had arrived. Yet at that ti, no one could have foreseen that a scruffy old beggar would stealthily appear amidst the densely packed crowd below.

The old beggar was dark and skinny, inconspicuous, but his eyes were exceptionally bright in the night. He glanced at the two figures on the Forbidden Peak and then chuckled to himself, "Two little friends having a fight. This spectacle reminds a great deal of my younger days with the Big Smoking Pipe Brother. How fascinating, truly fascinating!"

"Ye Feng, listen well. Tonight you and I will decide who is superior, as well as who lives and who dies!"

Hong Jiutian exhaled as he spoke, and his body shot up from the ground, turning into a rainbow light, charging towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng leapt into the sky just as swiftly, and in the instant he flew upward, he struck out with his palm, instantly freezing a thousand li with biting cold qi, to the point where even those on the ground felt the piercing chill.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, Ye Feng's figure was sent flying backward at high speed!

From this first exploratory exchange, it seed Hong Jiutian had gained the upper hand!

"So strong, both of them were just probing, and yet their power was so imnse, especially Northern King Ye Feng, his combat power has increased by much since the last Martial Dao convention!" The sect leaders of the Utility Pavilion exclaid in surprise.

However, at that mont, Hong Jiutian swept through the air and charged once more, his speed as fast as lightning, without employing any martial skills or supre knowledge, nor using any divine ability thod, he simply struck with the power of his flesh body.

Ye Feng clenched his hand and the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon appeared, and he swept it across in a wide arc.

Hong Jiutian unleashed a punch, and the ferocious fist edge, like a Dragon Fist Storm, sent the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon flying in an instant.

"So strong, this Hong Jiutian is indeed very strong; it seems Northern King Ye Feng is no match for him!" The crowd exclaid in astonishnt.

However, just then, Ye Feng, who was sent flying, soared into the sky once again, his aura beginning to surge violently as he burned five hundred acupoints within his body, and the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon swept out once more.

"Hmph, is that all?" Hong Jiutian snorted with disdain, and still, he punched out.

At this mont, Hong Jiutian, floating in the void, looked imposing and invincible, like a Celestial God descending to earth.

His aura condensed, he struck with his palm and his palm power transford into a substance, turning into a fierce tiger that pounced down a mountain, roaring thunderously, instantly engulfing the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon.

Ye Feng was again struck flying backward; Hong Jiutian was just too powerful. As a grandmaster of the Half-Step Golden Core Realm, just with the power of his flesh body, he was already earth-shatteringly strong.

"You think you can compete with ? You're far from ready!" Hong Jiutian barked coldly as his figure flickered, again shooting over like lightning.

However, at this mont, high in the sky, suddenly there appeared a sword, a huge sword glistening with golden light. Those who had witnessed the finals of the Martial Dao convention knew it belonged to Ye Feng—the Sword of the King.

"Slice!" The Sword of the King slashed across the sky and in an instant was behind Hong Jiutian.

At this mont, Hong Jiutian couldn't help but slightly startle, and he reflexively punched out, actually attempting to withstand the Sword of the King with his flesh body.

With a thunderous crash, Hong Jiutian's figure was rapidly sent flying backward, but even as he flew, he rose up in the air and once again stood unscathed upon the Forbidden Peak.

"Is this your Sword of the King, your strongest strike? It seems, that's all there is to it!" Although Hong Jiutian's clothes were sowhat disheveled and his breath was a bit ragged, he wasn't injured. Clearly, even the sword strike just now hadn't caused him any harm.

"So... so powerful, this Hong Jiutian is truly too powerful. It appears Ye Feng is bound to be defeated, there's no doubt about it!" The people below couldn't help but cry out in surprise, especially the sect leaders from the Utility Pavilion were particularly excited at this mont.

Ye Feng stood again atop the Forbidden Peak, and he had to admit that Hong Jiutian was indeed too powerful, even slightly stronger than Bu Zheng whom he had encountered previously at Ten-mile Slope.

This person was almost an extrely rare and unparalleled existence in this realm.

At this ti, Bu Zheng took a swig of wine and chuckled: "The Hong Family is not bad, eh? It seems they have produced so talented individuals in recent years. This lad is no lesser than that one from our Bu Family."

Tang Bai also nodded and said, "Indeed, among the younger generation of the Four Great Ancient Clans, this Hong Jiutian could almost rank within the top five, truly mighty. I reckon even I might not be able to suppress him!"

"You?" Bu Zheng couldn't help but jest, "After all these years, you're still not willing to give up your cultivation and switch to cultivating the Golden Core Dao, are you? Although being in the Saint Realm sounds very prestigious, it's as fragile as paper, vulnerable to the slightest attack!"

Tang Bai didn't argue but rely smiled helplessly. He understood this principle well; cultivators of Ancient Martial Arts were always a level below Ancient Daoist Cultivators. But when he was young, he had already chosen the path of Ancient Martial Warriors, and by the ti he realized and had the conditions to do so, he no longer had the courage and willpower to disperse his energy and start over.

After all, he was just of the Outer Sect, not a direct lineage descendant of the Inner Sect; there was nothing he could do about it.

Fortunately, his talent was extraordinary. Even relying only on the cultivation technique and martial skills of the Ancient Clan, he had still reached this height today.

With a whoosh, Ye Feng put away the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon and said with a slight smile, "I have to admit, you are indeed very strong."

Hong Jiutian sneered, "If you kneel and kowtow to three tis right now, then cripple your own martial arts, I might spare your life. Otherwise, with my next strike, you are certain to die!"

As he spoke, Hong Jiutian casually waved his right hand, and a sword appeared in his hand.

"This sword is a Relic of the Ancients. Oh yes, most people nowadays refer to it as the 'Immortal Sword'!" Hong Jiutian said with a slight smile, still looking as arrogant and lofty as ever.