Godly Conceited Son-in-law

The night was slightly cold, and the gentle breeze caressed everyone's faces. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely awkward for a moment.    

    

Guan Yang narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows as he stared at the two security guards with interest.    

    

"Whoever provokes this young master will suffer a miserable fate!"    

    

While speaking, Guan Yang waved his hand, and a dagger slipped out of his sleeve. It was emitting silver light, and there was nowhere for it to hide its killing intent.    

    

The two security guards also noticed that something was wrong, so they looked at each other and tightened their grip on the baton in their hands.    

    

"I advise you to get out of here before we get angry!" If Not... "    

    

Before he finished speaking, a trace of a soul-stirring light flashed in Guan Yang's narrowed eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and a light green shield of spirit energy surrounded his body.    

    

"I've said it before, those who dare to anger me will have a miserable ending."    

    

While he was speaking, he lightly tapped the tip of his foot and his body shot out like a bullet, shooting towards the two security guards in front of him. The dagger in his hand let out a ferocious roar.    

    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

    

In just a short moment, the two guards felt a chill down their spines. Curious, they touched it with their hands, and it was actually filled with stinging red blood.    

    

"Gulp, gulp ~ ~"    

    

Only then did the two of them react. However, it was already too late. It was as if their bones had been pulled out of their bodies. In an instant, they collapsed onto the ground.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the ground had turned crimson.    

    

Guan Yang waved at Xuan Ming, the Fourth Martial Aunt, who was standing to one side and watching, and said with a little helplessness, "Master Xuan Ming, stop hiding in there and let us leave. Otherwise, we'll be done for!"    

    

Hearing these words, Xuan Ming instantly smilingly strode over to Guan Yang's side.    

    

"Hehe, you stinking brat. It has only been a few days since we last met, but your strength is already so terrifying." It looks like all of Martial Uncle's efforts have not been in vain! "    

    

Guan Yang rolled his eyes at him and coldly snorted. "Hehe, can you please not put money on your face? This is all thanks to young lord's hard work."    

    

"Aiyo, you stinking brat. It's only been a few days and you already dare to speak to Martial Uncle in such a manner!"    

    

"So what? It's your credit. If it's not yours, then don't forcefully take it on yourself." Tell me, what have you taught me? "    

    

"So what if you want to pick up girls? Don't you like it?"    

    

"Hehe, I like it."    

    

While Guan Yang was arguing with the Fourth Martial Aunt, Song Dequan, who was standing aside with his face swollen and his gratitude, stood up once again with willpower that came out of nowhere. He looked at Guan Yang with a face full of admiration and kneeled down on the ground with a plop.    

    

"Master, please accept this respect from your disciple."    

    

This time, Guan Yang was completely stupefied.    

    

F * ck, what's going on? This poor guy with the green hat, why did he suddenly kneel down, and even called him Master.    

    

"En..." Stand up first and let's have a good talk. " Guan Yang awkwardly swallowed a mouthful of saliva before pulling on his sleeve, wanting him to stand up.    

    

However, Guan Yang seems to underestimate his stubbornness. The strength in his hand only made him stagger and he didn't get up.    

    

"Master, if you don't acknowledge me as your disciple, I won't stand up."    

    

Guan Yang's frown was deep and hard to open. His heart felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping across it.    

    

For no reason at all, he now had a new disciple, and one who loved to dig his own grave. Moreover, he hadn't even become a disciple yet, so how could he dare to accept a disciple?    

    

Guan Yang cast his pleading gaze at Fourth Martial Aunt Xuan Ming, who was standing to the side. However, at this critical moment, he deliberately turned his head to the side.    

    

"Don't look at me, this has nothing to do with me!"    

    

"Holy shit, Fourth Martial Uncle, you …"    

    

Halfway through his words, Guan Yang swallowed the rest of his words. He lowered his head and looked at the man kneeling in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart.    

    

"Alright, since you want to be my disciple so much, I'll ask you a few questions. If your answer is satisfactory, I can consider it. "    

    

"Thank you, Master!"    

    

He looked at the man kneeling in front of him, kowtowing to him. Guan Yang let out a long breath, revealing the doubts in his heart.    

    

"Why do you want to take me as your master?"    

    

"Because you are very powerful, killing people without them even noticing!"    

    

One had to say, Guan Yang was very satisfied with this answer. He nodded with a hint of interest and continued to ask.    

    

"Then, what do you plan to do after accepting me as your Master?"    

    

Hearing this question, a lot of red veins appeared in Song Dezhi's eyes. Perhaps because of his anger, his jaw was trembling non-stop.    

    

"I want... I killed that dog-couple with my own hands! "    

    

Seeing his deep resentment, Guan Yang closed his eyes, his eyebrows raised, and his face revealed a meaningful smile.    

    

"Alright, I can avenge you now. However, I also have a request. "    

    

"Master, go ahead."    

    

"En..." You are not allowed to bring up the matter of taking me as your master ever again! "    

    

Just as Song Dizhi was about to retort, Guan Yang used a single hand to help him up.    

    

"Alright, follow closely behind me later." The battle situation will be intense, and if you go and lose me, I will not be responsible for your life! "    

    

Song Dizhi looked at the heroic man in front of him. The admiration in his heart had deepened. He tidied up the dust on his clothes before nodding with a smile.    

    

"Master, I will listen to you!"    

    

Guan Yang: "I... "Alright, this young master has lost."    

    

"..."    

    

Within the main hall of the He family villa.    

    

He Tianzhang sat upright, straightening his back as he took his seat. With his legs bandaged, He Feng sat on the wheelchair behind his father. As for his two uncles, one on the left and the other on the right, they were also sitting in their seats off the stage with serious expressions on their faces.    

    

"Patriarch, I have already followed your instructions. "Right now, there are already fifty powerful cultivators on standby in the Residence of He!" Second Uncle respectfully said in a low voice.    

    

"Third brother, I think this matter is still a bit ill-considered. After all, the Fang family is an existence that can cover the sky with one hand in Zheng Xin District. If we recklessly attack that old fogey like this, the result will probably be a mutual destruction! "If at this time someone were to sit back and take advantage of the situation, wouldn't that mean …"    

    

Before Eldest Uncle could finish his words, Second Uncle stood up and interrupted him.    

    

"Big Brother, you are too indecisive. "The Guan Family has already been bullied. Do you really have the heart to continue doing this?"    

    

At this time, He Tianzhang, who was sitting on the table, stood up with a clap of his hands.    

    

"Big Brother, I'll be in charge of this matter. If you're unwilling, you don't have to ask any further!"    

    

"Third brother, you …"