Godly Conceited Son-in-law

The Xuan Family's meeting in the villa had been finalized. The Xuan Family was under the same control as the Shen Family, and they were under the control of the Violent Sect. In return, the Xuan family would be able to control 30% of the Suhang region's resources.    

    

As a result, the resources in the entire Soaring Dragon territory have been divided up by the Shen family, the Xuan family, and the Kuang family. The Shen family occupied 30%, the Xuan family occupied 30%, and the Madmen family occupied 40%.    

    

However, the martial practitioners of the Shen and Xuan families had to cultivate in the location designated by the Mad Gate. This was also what Elder Zu meant before his departure.    

    

In this world where martial arts abounded, there were even more powerful cultivators who would become leaders above tens of thousands of people.    

    

After the meeting ended, Guan Yang brought his Master Xuan to Jiang-Nan university.    

    

Just as Guan Yang stepped into Jiangnan University, he saw a beautiful woman with delicate curves standing at the entrance of the university. She wore a round skirt that revealed her long and slender legs. She had an anxious expression on her face.    

    

"Zhao Lei? Are you waiting for me? "    

    

Guan Yang raised his eyebrows and looked her up and down with a meaningful smile on his face.    

    

Seeing Guan Yang's arrival, Zhao Lei did not even have the slightest estimation of the people coming and going around her. She immediately grabbed onto Guan Yang's hand. Those bewitching beautiful eyes were filled with a pitiful light.    

    

"Guan Yang, you have to help me!"    

    

Hearing this, Guan Yang's expression immediately darkened. She pulled Zhao Lei's sleeve and led her to the side.    

    

"What the hell is going on?"    

    

Zhao Lei first sobbed a few times, then pounced towards Guan Yang's chest with tears in her eyes.    

    

"That beast Long Chi is looking for me again!"    

    

"Long Chi?"    

    

In the recent days, the mad sects had carried out a lightning-like operation on all the martial cultivators in the whole Soaring Dragon region. Even the seven great sects could not avoid this.    

    

A small secret meeting was supporting Long Chi's back. Under Huo Le's handling, the entire Long family collapsed in the blink of an eye.    

    

This once good-for-nothing instantly became an ordinary commoner of the lowest class. Without a superior life, he found it hard to accept it.    

    

Therefore, he gathered all his resentment onto his own fiancee, Zhao Lei.    

    

He felt that this woman had brought disaster and destruction upon him.    

    

At present, Long Chi had already gathered many martial cultivators who had luckily escaped in the process of the berserk sect annexation. They also wanted to rely on the power of the Dragon Claw to regain their former glory.    

    

Hearing this news from Zhao Lei's mouth, Guan Yang couldn't help but feel a burning jealousy in his heart.    

    

"Even now, you are still unrepentant. It seems like this young master has to make a move!"    

    

He reached out his hands and gave Zhao Lei a comforting hug, whispering next to her ear, "It's nothing, go back first. I'll settle this matter."    

    

After receiving such an answer, Zhao Lei felt much more at ease. She knew that since this man had spoken, he would definitely succeed!    

    

Ten minutes later, Guan Yang kicked open the doors of Jiang-Nan University's Martial Cultivators' Association.    

    

The two guards at the door were stomped on by Guan Yang. They simply didn't have the strength to fight back.    

    

At this time, Long Chi, who was holding a secret meeting, raised his head with a puzzled look. After seeing who it was, he was startled.    

    

"Guan Yang? "Did you come to my Martial Cultivator Association for something?"    

    

Seeing Long Chi feigning suspicion, Guan Yang squinted his eyes, the corner of his mouth slightly raised as he coldly snorted.    

    

"I think you should know why I'm looking for you!"    

    

Hearing this, Long Chi's face darkened. He immediately slammed the proposal in his hand onto the table, exchanged glances with the few martial cultivators beside him, and then laughed out arrogantly.    

    

"Guan Yang, I admit that I am no match for you. But now, you've charged into my Martial Cultivator Association alone, aren't you looking down on me a little too much! "    

    

Guan Yang narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at the dozen or so Martial Disciples beside Long Chi with disdain.    

    

"Right, I, young lord, look down on you!" It's just a dog that has lost its home. I wonder where your confidence comes from! "    

    

"Guan Yang, you …"    

    

Long Chi's face was red from anger, he suddenly pulled out the short blade hidden at his waist and fiercely smashed it onto the table, he quickly stood up and shouted: "Guan Yang, the revenge to exterminate the clan, if we don't avenge this, how long is it going to take! Today, either you die or I die! "    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Chi rushed towards Guan Yang. On his wrist was a light green colored spiritual energy. It seemed that he had some skill after all.    

    

As for the more than ten cultivators standing beside him, when they saw that Long Chi had already made his move, they braced themselves and rushed forward.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

It had to be said, compared to the last time. The strength of the martial arts that Long Chi displayed had already improved tremendously.    

    

But, his opponent was Guan Yang!    

    

When the dagger was about to hit Guan Yang, he suddenly turned his body and easily dodged the attack. With a flip of his wrist, he grabbed tightly onto Long Chi's arm.    

    

With a tug, there was a crisp "Kacha" sound as Long Chi's hands drooped down. However, Guan Yang did not stop. He looked at Long Chi with an expressionless face, and his body fiercely stuck to Long Chi's.    

    

"Screw it!"    

    

At this moment, Long Chi was like a punching bag, being continuously abused by Guan Yang. Finally, he broke the support line and fell to the ground, unconscious.    

    

The remaining martial artists were powerless to fight Guan Yang. He had already reached the late stage of the Creation Stage. Ordinary martial artists were not his match at all.    

    

Guan Yang patted off the dust on his clothes, put his hands in his pockets, and left the Martial Arts Association of Jiang-Nan University with a disdainful look on his face.    

    

As soon as he stepped out of the door, a woman wearing black tights followed him.    

    

"Young master, how should we deal with these people?"    

    

Guan Yang turned his head and whispered, "Don't alarm too many people. Find a chance and kill them!"    

    

"Yes, Fourth!"    

    

"..."    

    

Fragrant Pavilion.    

    

The matter of the berserk sect unifying Suhang had already flowed into the ears of the ancestor.    

    

When Guan Yang sat down, the elder stroked his white beard with a happy smile on his face.    

    

"Young master, where do you plan to go after you settle down in Su Hang?"    

    

Hearing this question, Guan Yang lowered his head and thought for a while.    

    

"I prefer the Central Plains. I heard that place is the place where real crouching tigers and hidden dragons lie!"    

    

"Central Plains?" The ancestor nodded with interest, "This old one was fortunate enough to have been there when I was young. Martial cultivators kept appearing one after another. This was indeed a good place! "It just so happens …"    

    

"What?"    

    

The Elder shook his head, then thoughtfully nodded.    

    

"This old man coincidentally has an old friend over there. When the Young Lord goes over, if he encounters any trouble, we can find him to settle it."    

    

Guan Yang sat down respectfully and nodded to the ancestor.    

    

"Old Ancestor, this young master's strength is here after all. You can be at ease!"    

    

The elder laughed heartily and sat to the side while stroking his white beard, not saying anything further.