Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Watching Shen Lingyun's departing figure, Ye Ling's lips slowly curled into a smile.

"Since Shen Lingyun is a disciple of the Guiyi Dao Sect, what is his status within the sect?"

Ye Ling asked.

Even though Ye Ling didn't directly look at Wang Tiezhu, Wang Tiezhu knew the question was directed at him.

Without any hesitation, Wang Tiezhu spoke up, "My lord, I only know that Shen Lingyun is a disciple of the Guiyi Dao Sect."

"But as for his status within the sect, I'm not sure, not to mention that I'm not familiar with the Guiyi Dao Sect itself!"

Hearing this, Ye Ling nodded.

It was at this point that He Feng, who was standing nearby, spoke up, "My lord, regarding Guiyi Dao Sect and Shen Lingyun, I happen to have some information."

The army under He Feng's command has a department responsible for gathering all kinds of intelligence.

Naturally, He Feng knew a thing or two about the message of Shen Lingyun, the protector under the Southern Border King.

"Let's hear it!"

Ye Ling's eyebrows shot up, and he asked.

He Feng nodded slightly and then began to speak, "Shen Lingyun's status in the Guiyi Dao Sect is not very high."

"However, this guy has a senior brother who is said to be a divine swordsman, a genius in swordsmanship whose status is extremely high within the sect!"

"Nowadays, this senior brother of Shen Lingyun is also in the Southern Border, and he has become the head instructor under a certain king!"

Ye Ling raised an eyebrow, disdainfully saying, "King? Those hill-raiding bandits who claimed a mountain for themselves also dare to call themselves kings!"

"Under which fellow's command is he serving as head instructor?"

To Ye Ling, these so-called kings of the Southern Border were not even comparable to the Qiankun War King, who also claimed kingship.

After all, at least the Qiankun War King was a formidable fighter with the strength of a half-step War King.

As for the rest, who styled themselves as kings in the Southern Border, most were nothing more than bandits, relying on their modest strength to assemble a group of like-minded scoundrels and proclaim themselves kings.

"Under the King of Tianling!"

He Feng spoke slowly, his words carrying a hint of disdain as well.

Ye Ling nodded slightly, no longer pressing the issue.

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By the time Ye Ling and his company, under the arrangements made by Wang Tiezhu and the other three commanders, had settled down in the main camp of the Southern Border army, the sky had already turned completely dark.

Wang Tiezhu and the others arranged a banquet for Ye Ling.

Though it was called a banquet, only Wang Tiezhu and the other three commanders were present to accompany him.

As for other officers of the Southern Border army, not a single one showed their face.

And Shen Lingyun, who had left the main camp of the Southern Border army in the afternoon, didn't appear again either.

"My lord, those young rascals dare not give you face!"

"How about I order another kill or two, to intimidate these blind fools?" Chen Dao said fiercely, sitting at the dinner table.

Hearing this, Ye Ling shook his head with a smile, and said lightly, "How many times have I told you, don't be so eager to kill!"

What was Ye Ling unaware of the thoughts of those generals in the Southern Border army and Shen Lingyun himself?

In the eyes of outsiders, Ye Ling was nothing but a failure, framed and clapped in irons, and considering the complicated situation in Northern Liao, there were those in the imperial capital coveting Northern Liao.

Probably in their eyes, Ye Ling, the Northern Liao King, must be in such a dire situation in Northern Liao that he had no choice but to bring people to the Southern Border, wishing to dip his hands into the affairs of the South!

"Get the fuck out of my way!"

"Block my way again, and I'll send you down to meet the dead ghost of the Southern Border King right now!"

Just at that moment, an extremely domineering voice suddenly came from outside the house.

No sooner had the voice faded than a figure flew in from outside and crashed into the room.

This figure was one of Wang Tiezhu's soldiers, responsible for guarding the villa.

"A piece of trash guarding the gate dares to block my way!"

"A thing that doesn't know whether it's alive or dead!"

"There's no place in the Southern Border that I, Mo Tianwen, cannot go to! Even if that dead ghost of the Southern Border King were alive, I could enter his house!"

A few seconds after the soldier flew into the room, a figure in a white training suit strode into the room.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man around forty, dressed in a white training suit, with a huge broadsword on his back that looked as though it had been cast from the same mold as Shen Lingyun's.

"Who are you, and how dare you run wild here!"

Chen Dao quickly stood up and glared at the middle-aged man, his voice cold as he asked.

The middle-aged man glanced at him disdainfully and said coldly, "I'm Mo Tianwen!"

"Go out and ask around about who I am in this part of the Southern Border!"

Upon hearing the man introduce himself, He Feng whispered to Ye Ling, "My lord, that's Shen Lingyun's senior brother!"

"Hmm."

Ye Ling nodded slightly, sizing up Mo Tianwen, who stood before him full of arrogance.

Just then, Shen Lingyun, who had been out of sight for a whole day, hurriedly ran into the room.

He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Mo Tianwen, and then turned to Ye Ling with an apologetic face, saying, "I apologize, Lord Northern Liao King!"

"My senior brother here had too much to drink. When he heard that I was defeated by you, he lost his temper and caused this scene!"

Mo Tianwen, with his arm grabbed by Shen Lingyun, shook off his hand and said coldly, "This fair-skinned young boy is the Northern Liao King who has been in jail?"

"Is this guy here because he couldn't make it in Northern Liao, so he came to strut around the Southern Border instead?"

"Little brother, I told you not to neglect your training. You just wouldn't listen. Now look at you, defeated by this pretty boy, you've lost face big time, haven't you!"

Shen Lingyun opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately, no words came out.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Watching the two men's back-and-forth, who in the room didn't realize they were putting on an act?

Shen Lingyun had disappeared for a day, likely to complain to his senior brother, seeking to restore his face through Mo Tianwen's hands against Ye Ling.

"What insolent cur dares to bark here!"

Chen Dao stared at Mo Tianwen with deadly intent on his face, speaking.

Mo Tianwen also looked at Chen Dao and said with a sneer, "And what are you? Didn't you see I was talking to your master? Where do you get off speaking?"

"Could it be that all under the Northern Liao King's command are such ill-mannered cur like you?"

Chen Dao said no more but looked towards Ye Ling, ready to behead this blustering Mo Tianwen on the spot with just one command from Ye Ling.

Ye Ling, however, acted as if he hadn't seen Chen Dao's gaze. He slowly put down his chopsticks, his indifferent eyes slowly landing on Shen Lingyun.

"Did you bring this stray dog here?"

Ye Ling's indifferent voice reached Shen Lingyun's ears, sending a shiver through his body and a hint of fear in his eyes.

Even though Ye Ling displayed no burst of aura, Shen Lingyun still felt as if he was being targeted by a primordial beast ready to devour its prey.