Godly Conceited Son-in-law

Behind a big, sturdy tree, Guan Yang crouched down with his Fourth Martial Aunt, Xuan Ming, and Song Dizhi.    

    

"Fourth Martial Uncle, it seems this group of bastards want to escape."    

    

"You stinking brat, do I need your reminder? "Hurry up and get ready, you can't let a fish slip through the net, or else there will be a big problem!"    

    

Looking at the Mystic Underworld's four martial uncles who had suddenly become serious, Guan Yang's dagger had already slipped into his hands. He used his hand to lightly tug on his sleeve, revealing a puzzled expression.    

    

"Fourth Martial Uncle, what plans do you have?"    

    

"Brat, have you seen the group of martial arts cultivators in front of us?" Fourth Martial Uncle frowned as he spoke with a hint of annoyance.    

    

"I see it. What's wrong?" Guan Yang nodded in embarrassment.    

    

"Later, you will listen to my commands and fight your way through by yourself."    

    

"Holy shit, it's so exciting." Fourth Martial Uncle, you …? "    

    

"I have my own plans."    

    

"En..." Fourth Martial Uncle, could it be that you are going to take care of that so-called Big Brother He? "    

    

Fourth Martial Uncle, Xuan Ming, was startled for a moment. His eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with shock.    

    

"Aiyo, you sure guessed correctly, brat."    

    

Guan Yang helplessly shook his head. He had to face nearly forty cultivators by himself, and most of them were in the upper middle ranks. Compared to Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming, this was already the Abyss Level Trial.    

    

"Alright, Fourth Martial Uncle, pay attention to your safety!"    

    

Just as the two of them were preparing to move, a pair of large and powerful hands suddenly pressed down on their shoulders.    

    

"Master, you guys are already preparing to attack, what about me?"    

    

Guan Yang took a deep breath and slowly turned his head. Looking at the sincere expression on Song Dizhi's face, he could not help but shake his head.    

    

"If you don't want to die, then stay here."    

    

"Master, I'm not afraid of death!"    

    

"Holy shit, you really are …"    

    

Anger burned in Guan Yang's black eyes. The anger that he had endured for so long was suddenly ready to burst out. However, he was suppressed by Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming. He placed one hand on Guan Yang's shoulder and the other on the He family's people who were not far from them.    

    

"If I'm not wrong, the one sitting on the wheelchair should be your enemy. If you really aren't afraid of death, then just hide here. When the two of us make such a ruckus here, you can quietly go behind him and send him to the underworld. "    

    

Hearing this, Guan Yang looked Song Dizhi up and down, his face revealing a hint of disdain.    

    

Although this He Feng had lost two of his legs, his cultivation had reached a terrifying level of Tongxuan realm. It would be rather difficult for an ordinary person without any cultivation to assassinate him.    

    

The moment Song Dizhi raised his head, the smile on Guan Yang's face froze. This was because he saw a terrifying gaze. At this moment, in Guan Yang's mind, there was a name that had been waiting for a long time that kept echoing.    

    

In Song Dizhi's eyes, Guan Yang saw more about a kind of revenge is sure to win the belief and cold viciousness. At this moment, he no longer looked like a weak ordinary person, but more like a cold-blooded venomous snake that held a grudge. He stared at his prey and spat out the thin core from his mouth.    

    

"Huo Le …"    

    

In the end, Guan Yang couldn't help but call out this name. Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming was also stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything.    

    

At this time, Song Dequan suddenly fell to his knees again. His body was shaking in nervousness, and he had an earnest expression on his face as he said in a low voice, "Master, thank you for bringing your disciple here." "If I can kill that beast today, I can assure you that I will never bother you again."    

    

Originally, Guan Yang was quite annoyed with Song Dizhi for calling him "master", but at this time, he suddenly felt that he didn't care that much anymore.    

    

Ye Zichen patted his shoulder consolingly, turned his head and said in a low voice, "Be smarter. He Feng won't give you a chance to react. You have to fight to the death with him!"    

    

"Thank you, Master!"    

    

"..."    

    

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The fallen leaves were shattered into pieces. The He brothers who were fighting in the courtyard seemed to have noticed the dangerous aura in the darkness as well.    

    

He Tianzhang waved his hand and a powerful martial cultivator in the front row carefully walked towards the three of them.    

    

Guan Yang turned his head to the side and nodded to the Fourth Martial Aunt. With a wave of his hand, a light green shield appeared around him.    

    

"Fourth Martial Uncle, act according to plan!"    

    

"Alright!"    

    

As soon as his voice fell, Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming's body became like a specter of darkness as he instantly charged towards the only door in the courtyard that could be used to retreat. This way, their whereabouts were completely exposed.    

    

"Holy shit, Fourth Martial Uncle …" This is too much of a scam! "    

    

He did not say much as he looked at the He Clan cultivators who had suddenly become alert. A cold killing intent flashed in Guan Yang's eyes. He raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "You weaklings, prepare to accept this young master's anger!"    

    

Guan Yang made a circle with one hand and the dagger pierced through the air under the cover of his arm. Without a doubt, his target was the closest cultivator at the Tongxuan realm.    

    

"Puu ~"    

    

A bloody mist exploded in the air like a resplendent flower. That Tongxuan realm cultivator didn't even have the chance to wail before he fell to the ground.    

    

Sensing that his comrade had fallen to the ground, a commotion broke out among the group of martial cultivators.    

    

"Why did Ergou suddenly faint?"    

    

"Cao, his neck is covered in blood, this is obviously his throat."    

    

"This... How is that possible? The one who did it is at least five to six meters away from us, can it be that he knows how to fly through the air? "    

    

"No, it was not the same person. The person who killed Ergou has obviously snuck into our team. "    

    

"Ah, no!"    

    

All of a sudden, the group of cultivators started to feel endless suspicion and suspicion. As for Guan Yang, who was walking on the edge of the group, he narrowed his eyes. His brows were slightly raised and his face revealed a complacent smile.    

    

"Hehe, just a bunch of Nascent Profound Realm cultivators. In the eyes of a young master who is already at the Primordius Profound Realm, you are just a weak chicken! "    

    

As soon as his voice fell, he lightly tapped the tip of his foot and his entire body shot out like a bullet, shuttling back and forth among the group of martial artists.    

    

Under the suppression of the cultivation level, Guan Yang entered and left as if there was no one around. There was simply no one who could stop him and they couldn't even catch Guan Yang's figure.    

    

"Iron Mountain!"    

    

With a loud bang, another cultivator was knocked far away. He fell heavily onto the ground, unconscious. It seemed like he had died in one hit.    

    

In just a single exchange of moves, more than forty cultivators had already been reduced by half. Standing on the platform, He Tianzhang's face was as black as coal.