Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

The chilly breeze in the autumn rain gushed through the corpses and remnants outside War God Castle.

Tang Hao's body had vanished into thin air after he self-destructed. Everything around him had turned into ruins.

Sword Saint and King of Fighters walked out and stood before War God Castle. Upon noticing how ravaged the sacred ground of the martial arts world was, they were overwhelmed by sorrow and guilt.

They blamed themselves for not being able to safeguard this place.

Peace was restored in the chaotic Mount Yan as the King of Fighters and Sword Saint walked out of the building.

Upon seeing the two men coming in their direction, the martial artists, who were still putting up a fight, started bursting into tears.

They bowed before Sword Saint and King of Fighters and said, “Heavenly Grandmaster is gone...”

“He sacrificed himself to protect us...”

Countless martial artists started tearing up and explained what happened to the two.

Sword Saint and King of Fighters were exceptionally calm because they were aware of it.

They looked at all the martial artists who survived the ordeal and gave them a faint smile. “Don't be too hard on yourself. Heavenly Grandmaster was the pillar of China. It was his duty to safeguard all martial artists, and he was passionate about it.”

“He lived an extraordinary life and had sacrificed his life for a great cause. To die for what he was passionate about is a blessing, don't you think?” Sword Saint said in a calm voice as if he was an elderly wise man with a wealth of life experience.

At that moment, Chu Sect fighters had made their way to the castle's entrance.

The leader of the bunch was Anderson, an elder from Chu Sect. While Tang Xian was the head of elders, Anderson was second-in-command.

The person in charge of today's mission to destruct War God Castle was Anderson.

When they arrived at the castle's entrance, Anderson raised his hand and stopped his men from advancing.

He stood in front of the castle, glared at Sword Saint and King of Fighters, and laughed haughtily. “Tang Hao is dead—the pillar of China has collapsed. The collapse of War God Castle marks the end of China. It's all over now!”

“Stop putting up a fight. It's not too late to raise the white flag.” Anderson stared at them condescendingly as if a victor was looking down on the losers.

To Anderson, China's heyday was over. What he said was actually true to a certain extent.

He turned to Sword Saint and continued, “Honestly speaking, I thought it would be difficult to take War God Castle down since China likes to boast of its five thousand years of martial arts history.”

to see how weak you guys are. Chu Sect destroyed War God Castle merely by mobilizing half of our resources, and we even did it in the absence of Ms. Tang. Do you still dare to call yourself the

did speak

the

Tang Yun not involved in the war, but Chu Sect also

Chu Sect still managed to defeat

those people were

only defeated War God Castle but not the entire Chinese martial arts world. We've been around for several thousands of years. We might not have someone powerful now, but ten or twenty years down the road, I'm sure someone from

Chu Sect. He'll lead China's martial arts world to a greater height!” Sword Saint said with great

felt helpless as he failed to protect the country, but he believed the

on! Now that we've gotten War God Castle out of the way, we'll start exterminating the entire martial arts world in China, and this will mark the end of all our people.

and his men's

Saint cussed,

then raised his sword and charged at

his sword and ran

rest of the Chinese martial artists

at their wits' end now.

eyes and

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

his men charged at their

clasped their hands and

of an eye, a terrifying aura emanated

wave billowed like floodwaters,

immediately recognized the formation. It was the Cloud Sun Immortal Army that Chu Family Protectors used when Ye Fan attacked

formation's power swept across

Saint and King of Fighters were both injured. Even if they combined forces now, they might

their

of Fighters, sending

King of Fighters. “Let me ask you one last time—are you two willing to surrender

Mount Yan, and his body dwelled in the light. It was as if he was a god who

Sword Saint and King of Fighters

Fighters smirked with their blood-stained lips and burst

think a powerful nation like China will throw in the towel

rather die

If that's your decision, be prepared to face your