The Strongest Urban Son-in-law-Chapter 692 - 711: Easily Exploding [Six Updates]

Seeing this scene, Youcheng Chiyoda immediately grew anxious, "Big brother, take the chance to run now! Their attention isn’t on you, and with your strength, if you want to run, they probably won’t be able to catch you!"

However, as soon as Youcheng Chiyoda finished speaking, the Sangjing Ancestor turned his head and looked coldly at Ye Feng. His eyes radiated a terrifying murderous intent, "Kid, if you try to run, then the three of us will kill you on the spot!"

The Sangjing Ancestor’s words were chilling to the extreme, like an icy, bone-piercing cold stream that could completely freeze a person solid.

Youcheng Chiyoda was startled, showing a look of fear in his eyes as his body trembled.

Yet, Ye Feng remained utterly unconcerned, still wearing a look of ease on his face.

At that moment, the three ancestors began to play rock-paper-scissors.

The three of them kept playing, but always ended up with the same signs, whether it was rock, paper, or scissors, they couldn’t decide a winner, their attitude was very casual and relaxed.

Finally, Ye Feng grew impatient, "You three, kneel, and beg for mercy. Spare your lives..."

"What did you say?" In a flash, all three ancestors froze, looking at Ye Feng with disdain, "Little bastard, who do you think you are, asking us to submit?"

Ye Feng still wore a carefree expression, "I don’t have time to waste with you. You have ten breaths to decide. Kneel, beg for mercy, submit—and I’ll spare your lives. Otherwise, Death Penalty!"

Ye Feng’s murderous intent suddenly erupted, but the three ancestors didn’t care at all and became even angrier.

"How ridiculous! How ridiculous! Who do you think you are, a little piece of trash like you, wanting us to submit?"

The three ancestors found it incredibly ludicrous, they couldn’t believe the first thing Ye Feng said to them was to make them submit.

It was simply the most laughable joke they had ever heard in their lives.

"You have eight breaths left..." Ye Feng said calmly, still appearing relaxed.

"Ha ha ha ha~~" Seeing Ye Feng’s serious demeanor, the three ancestors burst into loud laughter.

"Did you hear that? He’s actually serious. He really thinks one person can take on the three of us!" Master Matsuboto’s eyes showed disdain.

"Is this kid an idiot?" the Sangjing Ancestor looked at Ye Feng with a puzzled expression.

Ye Feng didn’t pay any attention to the three ancestors, simply saying, "You have three final breaths left."

At this point, Youcheng Chiyoda was truly anxious; he knew Ye Feng was very strong, but the idea that Ye Feng alone could defeat the three ancestors was something he couldn’t believe.

After all, Ye Feng was a young man; no matter how powerful, how could he possibly be that powerful? Chiyoda simply couldn’t accept it.

The three ancestors sneered, looking at Ye Feng, "Kid, what are you even worth? We know you’re arrogant, but you should realize—the sky’s the limit, and there’s always someone better. I’d advise you to submit and obediently reveal your secrets..."

"Fuck you!" Ye Feng finally lost his patience. His tolerance for the three pretentious old men had reached its limit. With a roar of rage, Ye Feng instantly cranked his speed to the maximum.

Whoosh—a blink of an eye, and Ye Feng had vanished from his original spot.

The three ancestors were stunned; it was as if Ye Feng had disappeared into thin air.

"Where is he?" exclaimed the Sangjing Ancestor, shocked.

"Right here!" At that moment, Ye Feng’s voice echoed in their ears; out of nowhere, he appeared in front of the Sangjing Ancestor and raised his hand, landing a slap directly on the old man’s face.

"Slap!" The crisp and loud slapping sound echoed clearly all around, with the Sangjing Ancestor having no time to react.

That heavy slap twisted the Sangjing Ancestor’s face, inflicting a terrifying force on his head as if to burst it open; his legs lifted right off the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The Sangjing Ancestor was sent flying backwards, crashing through one wall after another, breaking more than a dozen walls before collapsing unconscious in the rubble.

"What!" Witnessing this scene, both Master Matsuboto and the Youcheng Ancestor bellowed in shock.

It was well known that the Sangjing Ancestor’s strength was on par with theirs, neither superior nor inferior, yet now before Ye Feng, he was effortlessly slapped away, straight into the rubble.

And not only that, but he was knocked out cold by the slap; just how terrifying was Ye Feng’s strength?

However, while the two remaining ancestors were still in shock, Ye Feng’s left and right hands reached for their heads.

Ye Feng’s palms burst with potent force, like an invisible tide that wrapped them up, instantly leaving them without any power to move. As they saw Ye Feng’s hands reaching for their heads, they found themselves utterly defenseless, and were easily seized by Ye Feng.

"You like to show off, do you?" Ye Feng roared in rage, grabbing both their heads and forcefully squeezing them together.

The two ancestors had no control and after being grasped by Ye Feng, they couldn’t muster a bit of resistance.

"Bang!" With both hands, Ye Feng forced their heads to collide.

In an instant, a dull thud resonated, their heads battered and bleeding, dizzy and their noses shattered.

"This can’t be!" The two ancestors were internally screaming in shock.

They felt like children in Ye Feng’s grasp, completely at his mercy, easily manipulated without any effort.

"You old fools!" Ye Feng roared again, disgusted with their arrogance. He, the revered War God of Dragon Country, was being looked down upon by these three lesser Legendary Martial Kings?

As he spoke, Ye Feng brought their heads together once more.

"Bang!" A clear thud echoed, followed by cries of agony, as the two reeled from the impact.

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