The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law

As hundreds of men charged together, including Wei Xiu brandishing his sword to attack, Long Chen remained undisturbed, his hands relaxed behind his back, showing no intention of taking action.

"Long Chen, be careful."

Yang Su couldn’t help but warn.

Yang Shenhuai and the others also tensed up, their hearts leaping to their throats.

But in the blink of an eye, something that shocked Yang Su and the others occurred.

Those who charged toward Long Chen all inexplicably fell to the ground mid-charge.

Once fallen, they could never stand up again, their fate unknown.

Bang, bang, bang...

A series of sounds, one after another.

In less than thirty seconds, all the hundreds of men had fallen, leaving only Wei Xiu still charging forward.

But evidently, Wei Xiu too was frightened.

However, he was moving too fast to stop and, gritting his teeth, continued to swing his sword at Long Chen.

Long Chen looked on with a blank expression, quietly staring at Wei Xiu.

Wei Xiu’s sword stopped when it was just a foot away from Long Chen’s brow.

It wasn’t that he wanted to stop, but he encountered an extremely terrifying force.

Wei Xiu roared lowly, using all the strength he could muster, but still couldn’t move the blade any further, not even an inch.

This terrified Wei Xiu, who was, after all, a Martial Arts Grandmaster Level existence.

But facing this young man, Wei Xiu felt like a three-year-old child wrestling with a godly adult, not even remotely on the same level; it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

"Got any more moves?"

Long Chen asked lightly.

"You... who on earth are you?"

Wei Xiu finally became fearful.

"Who I am, you don’t have the right to know."

Long Chen gently raised his hand and flicked Wei Xiu’s sword.

Instantly, Wei Xiu’s sword turned into powder, scattering on the ground.

Wei Xiu collapsed as if drained, falling to his knees before Long Chen.

It wasn’t that he wanted to kneel, but an overwhelming force compelled him to.

Wei Xiu’s face completely changed, the man before him seemed like a Heavenly God incarnate. How could he possibly contend?

Perhaps only those Transcendents would have a chance to fight against him?

Even if he had brought hundreds of men, facing this young man, they were like mere ants, incapable of even one strike, not even qualifying to force him to take real action.

With that thought, Wei Xiu truly felt devastated.

Meanwhile, Yang Shenhuai and the others were also shocked beyond measure.

They hadn’t even seen Long Chen make a move, yet all the enemies had fallen.

Such an ability couldn’t merely be described as Divine Transformation; it was like the methods of Immortals, chilling to the bone, sending shivers down the spine.

Looking down at Wei Xiu, Long Chen asked calmly, "Want to live?"

"What... what do you mean? You mean, you won’t kill me?"

Wei Xiu’s swollen, despairing eyes dared to show a sliver of hope.

"To kill or not to kill you depends on your performance," Long Chen said indifferently. "Your Wei Family switched allegiance to that so-called Heavenly God Temple, didn’t they? I’ll give you a chance, call over people from the Heavenly God Temple, as many as you can summon. If you manage to bring more than three, you’ll be spared from death."

"Those Transcendents, how could I know so many? I only know one, will... will that do?"

Wei Xiu asked cautiously.

At this moment, Wei Xiu’s desire for revenge had turned into a plea for survival.

This dramatic change had occurred in a very short span of time.

Nobody wants to die. As a normal human being, everyone has a survival instinct, and Wei Xiu was no exception, despite just losing a son.

"That’s fine, call him over. However, since you can only bring one, you’ll have to be stripped of your martial arts, have one arm severed, and kneel before the Yang Family you’ve severely oppressed to confess and apologize before you can leave. Otherwise, your death is certain."

Long Chen spoke indifferently,

"I agree."

Wei Xiu nodded without hesitation.

He thought secretly that as long as the Transcendents from the Heavenly God Temple arrived, he would be rescued.

By then, no matter what he had agreed to, he could turn his back and even take the opportunity to exact his revenge using the power of the Transcendents.

Therefore, Wei Xiu agreed very readily.

"Then call your people."

Long Chen said.

"Alright."

Wei Xiu’s somewhat trembling hand pulled out a cellphone and made a call.

A minute later, Wei Xiu hung up the phone and said, "That Transcendent is at a clubhouse not far from here; it should take about ten minutes to get here."

"Good work," Long Chen said.

He pointed his finger at Wei Xiu from a distance.

Szzt.

In an instant, Wei Xiu’s Dantian exploded, his True Qi dissipated immediately, leaving not a trace.

This meant that from then on, Wei Xiu would become an ordinary person with no opportunity to step onto the path of Martial Arts again.

Rage overwhelmed Wei Xiu, and he spurted blood, nearly fainting.

But before he could react, Long Chen made another move, still from a distance, and dislocated Wei Xiu’s right arm.

Spurt.

Wei Xiu spat blood profusely, frustrated and angry, "The man hasn’t even arrived yet, why did you make your move already?"

"Since I was going to do it anyway, why not do it earlier? Oh, were you thinking to delay until that so-called Transcendent arrived so you could use his power to defeat me, and then you wouldn’t need to be disabled and have your limbs dislocated?"

Long Chen asked.

Hearing this, Wei Xiu trembled all over.

He hadn’t expected that his thoughts had been completely seen through.

"You’re ruthless; I, Wei Xiu, have thoroughly lost."

Weakly falling backwards, Wei Xiu stared blankly into the night sky, looking miserable.

However, Long Chen had no sympathy for him.

If tonight, the one who was defeated had been himself, then both he and the Yang Family would face a catastrophe.

And Yang Su’s fate would be even more miserable.

Thus, to Long Chen, Wei Xiu was someone who was not worthy of sympathy at all.

Even if he died, it would be no less than he deserved.

"Wei Xiu, Wei Xiu, when you let your son join forces with other families to oppress my Yang Family, did you ever think that one day you would be defeated so thoroughly?"

Yang Shenhuai approached Wei Xiu, squatted down, and spoke with enjoyment yet with a serious tone.

"Yang Shenhuai, don’t get too happy; even if I die, even if the Wei Family from now on declines, your Yang Family and this young man will ultimately have only a dead end. The Heavenly God Temple is not something you can provoke. Just wait to die, haha, wait for death."

Wei Xiu suddenly started laughing madly.

His laughter was very jarring, giving Yang Shenhuai and the Yang Family a somewhat spine-chilling feeling.

Because people like Yang Su were still very much afraid of the Transcendents.

However, Long Chen was completely calm, and scoffed, "If you had any brains, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out that since I dared to let you call the people from the Heavenly God Temple, I must have a way to deal with them. You couldn’t think of this, which just shows you are stupid to an extreme, no wonder your Qianzhou Wei Family has become a dog raised by the Heavenly God Temple. I kindly advise you not to disgrace people with the Wei surname, acknowledge your mistake, and take your punishment like a man."

"Then let’s wait and see."

At this point, Wei Xiu had completely given up.

"I’ll spare your life then, so you can witness how your revered Transcendent master dies at my hands."

Long Chen’s expression was cold.

Wei Xiu spoke no more, feeling as though he was about to lose even the strength to speak.

About ten minutes later, a tall figure stepped into this place, revitalizing Wei Xiu, as if his soul had suddenly returned to his body.