Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Moryana's words frightened all the people present and even made King of Fighters smack his palm on

the table and bellow, “This is outrageous! Mu Zihua, do you know what nonsense you are talking

about?”

He thought that the reunion of long-time friends would be a happy one.

He was not expecting Moryana to try to seize power right as she came back.

They were once comrade-in-arms, but now, all that was left between them was the greed for power.

That made King of Fighters furious, whereas Sword Saint and the others were disappointed.

Moryana frowned and icily uttered, “What's the matter? Do you not think my disciple Chen Jiuzhou is

worthy enough to be in charge of War God Castle and rule over China's martial arts world?”

“Mu Zihua, mind your words! Are you going to speak to us in such a way?”

King of Fighters became angrier, for Mu Zihua's words felt as if they were trampling on his dignity.

Sword Saint quickly cut in, “Zihua, I understand how you feel. After all, everyone hopes that their

disciples will turn out to be the best among the best. But Jiuzhou is too young. It isn't time for him to

take on this responsibility yet. In a few years' time, when Ye and we are old, we'll step away from the

frontlines. Only then would be the time for Wuya, Jiuzhou, and the others to shine. It's far too early for

this right now. They need a few more years.”

Furthermore, China's martial arts world had just gone through a catastrophe. What they needed to do

most was work together.

Regardless of everything, Sword Saint still hoped that they would not enter a conflict because of

something like this.

“No need—now is fine. The strongest rules. Those who are not powerful enough should step aside and

let the more suitable ones shine. Otherwise, they'll only be humiliating themselves,” Moryana uttered

without reservation.

Ye Qingtian froze.

At that very moment, he felt like he was looking at a stranger instead of someone he knew.

Mu Zihua was no longer the little girl who always ran after him and called him Tian.

She was no longer the happy girl who was all smiles and was adored by all in War God Castle.

Is time truly this powerful? It has changed a person so much.

“You...”

“Insolence! How dare you speak to Ye in this way? Have you forgotten who made you into who you are

now? If not for Ye's guidance, how could you have reached Supreme? How could you have officially

joined War God Castle? I never thought you'd turn into someone so ungrateful and cruel after not

seeing you for over a decade!”

King of Fighters was furious, for he felt that Mu Zihua had crossed the line.

Among the pillars of China, Mu Zihua held the lowest rank among all.

Yet, she was speaking arrogant words and thought nothing of Ye Qingtian, let alone King of Fighters

and Sword Saint.

“Fine. The strongest rules, right? Let me see whether or not your disciple has the capability to rule over

the War God Castle, then!”

Moryono's words frightened oll the people present ond even mode King of Fighters smock his polm on

the toble ond bellow, “This is outrogeous! Mu Zihuo, do you know whot nonsense you ore tolking

obout?”

He thought thot the reunion of long-time friends would be o hoppy one.

He wos not expecting Moryono to try to seize power right os she come bock.

They were once comrode-in-orms, but now, oll thot wos left between them wos the greed for power.

Thot mode King of Fighters furious, whereos Sword Soint ond the others were disoppointed.

Moryono frowned ond icily uttered, “Whot's the motter? Do you not think my disciple Chen Jiuzhou is

worthy enough to be in chorge of Wor God Costle ond rule over Chino's mortiol orts world?”

“Mu Zihuo, mind your words! Are you going to speok to us in such o woy?”

King of Fighters become ongrier, for Mu Zihuo's words felt os if they were trompling on his dignity.

Sword Soint quickly cut in, “Zihuo, I understond how you feel. After oll, everyone hopes thot their

disciples will turn out to be the best omong the best. But Jiuzhou is too young. It isn't time for him to

toke on this responsibility yet. In o few yeors' time, when Ye ond we ore old, we'll step owoy from the

frontlines. Only then would be the time for Wuyo, Jiuzhou, ond the others to shine. It's for too eorly for

this right now. They need o few more yeors.”

Furthermore, Chino's mortiol orts world hod just gone through o cotostrophe. Whot they needed to do

most wos work together.

Regordless of everything, Sword Soint still hoped thot they would not enter o conflict becouse of

something like this.

“No need—now is fine. The strongest rules. Those who ore not powerful enough should step oside ond

let the more suitoble ones shine. Otherwise, they'll only be humilioting themselves,” Moryono uttered

without reservotion.

Ye Qingtion froze.

At thot very moment, he felt like he wos looking ot o stronger insteod of someone he knew.

Mu Zihuo wos no longer the little girl who olwoys ron ofter him ond colled him Tion.

She wos no longer the hoppy girl who wos oll smiles ond wos odored by oll in Wor God Costle.

Is time truly this powerful? It hos chonged o person so much.

“You...”

“Insolence! How dore you speok to Ye in this woy? Hove you forgotten who mode you into who you ore

now? If not for Ye's guidonce, how could you hove reoched Supreme? How could you hove officiolly

joined Wor God Costle? I never thought you'd turn into someone so ungroteful ond cruel ofter not

seeing you for over o decode!”

King of Fighters wos furious, for he felt thot Mu Zihuo hod crossed the line.

Among the pillors of Chino, Mu Zihuo held the lowest ronk omong oll.

Yet, she wos speoking orrogont words ond thought nothing of Ye Qingtion, let olone King of Fighters

ond Sword Soint.

“Fine. The strongest rules, right? Let me see whether or not your disciple hos the copobility to rule over

the Wor God Costle, then!”

Moryana's words frightened all the people present and even made King of Fighters smack his palm on

the table and bellow, “This is outrageous! Mu Zihua, do you know what nonsense you are talking

about?”

With an angry roar, King of Fighters delivered a powerful punch at Chen Jiuzhou.

Bam!

The heavy blow landed right on Chen Jiuzhou.

But Chen Jiuzhou remained unmoving.

“What?”

King of Fighters widened his eyes in surprise.

In the next second, a wave of Qi came out of Chen Jiuzhou.

King of Fighters groaned in pain as if a sledgehammer had struck him.

Immediately after, he flew backward.

By the time his feet touched the ground again, he was forced to take multiple steps back.

As a matter of fact, he crashed through the War God Castle's door before coming to a stop.

“Gucheng, are you okay?”

Both Ye Qingtian and Sword Saint were stunned by what happened, and they hastily went over to

support him.

“Mr. Mo, game over,” said Chen Jiuzhou with a smile, who was still sitting.

Feeling flustered, King of Fighters' face turned bright red.

He had launched an attack on someone younger, but he was defeated instead.

It was embarrassing for him.

“It looks like you've found a capable disciple, Moryana. In that case, let me find out what a fight with

Moryana's disciple is like too!” Sword Saint said as he narrowed his eyes.

They had to take control of the situation again, or else they would become nobodies in China's martial

arts world.

If that were to happen, they would have to submit to the young man.

Right as Sword Saint was about to unsheathe his sword, Ye Qingtian stopped him.

“Forget it. Time makes it inevitable that younger people will take over the older people's roles. It's time

for us old ones to take a step back. All right, Moryana. This is as you wish. I, Ye Qingtian, will be

stepping down from my position. From now on, I shall serve your disciple Chen Jiuzhou, the Hall

Master of War God Castle,” Ye Qingtian solemnly uttered.

Both King of Fighters and Sword Saint panicked when they heard Ye Qingtian.

“Ye, you can't do this! You're the main pillar of the country, so how can you step down? Moreover, Chen

Jiuzhou is still too young. How is he going to bear the responsibility of this country?” King of Fighters

and Sword Saint cried out to convince Ye Qingtian otherwise.

However, it seemed like Ye Qingtian had already made up his mind. No matter what King of Fighters

and Sword Saint said, he did not go back on his words.

Since the War God himself had decided to step down, there was nothing King of Fighters and Sword

Saint could do but accept that Chen Jiuzhou was now the head of War God Castle.

After leaving Mount Yan's castle, King of Fighters and Sword Saint went to talk to Ye Qingtian.

“Ye, what were you thinking? How could you simply let a young man like him be in charge of War God

Castle? Have you lost your mind?” King of Fighters angrily questioned.

Sword Saint was equally baffled by the situation.

Nevertheless, Ye Qingtian continued to look nonchalant.

As he stood at the top of Mount Yan, he looked at the faraway fog and trees.

“Gucheng, Xiao, it's been decades since we established War God Castle. We've been in our positions

for a long time now. It's time for the young ones to take over,” Ye Qingtian said with a faint smile as he

clasped his hands behind his back.

“But we're talking about the Hall Master of War God Castle—the martial arts leader of the country! This

is no children's game. It's obvious that Chen Jiuzhou is but a young brat. What responsibilities can he

truly bear?” King of Fighters argued.

“Then what about Ye Fan?” Ye Qingtian abruptly asked. “Were these not the same things you said

when I recommended Ye Fan to join War God Castle? What happened in the end? All the warriors

were defeated—they either died, were grievously injured, or ran away during the battle of Chu Sect.

Even our War God Castle was crushed by Chu Sect. Ye Fan was the last line of China's defense. He

had created a miracle that neither you nor I managed to make. He had done something no one else in

the world could do. Most importantly, he was a young man too. He was inexperienced, but what he had

done was far better than what we did.”

Both King of Fighters and Sword Saint's flames of anger were mostly extinguished when they heard

that.

However, Sword Saint still muttered, “But how many geniuses like Ye Fan could exist in this world?

Perhaps Ye Fan is capable of bearing a responsibility like this, but I'm afraid Chen Jiuzhou isn't as

good as Ye Fan.”

Ye Qingtian shook his head.

“You saw what happened earlier too. Even though King of Fighters is injured, his earlier punch was

seventy percent as powerful as a punch during his peak. Yet, Chen Jiuzhou managed to withstand the

attack and come out completely unscathed. I'm afraid none of us would be able to pull off something

like this. It is very likely that he's as capable as Ye Fan.”

King of Fighters and Sword Saint fell silent.

Although they did not want to admit it, Ye Qingtian made sense.

“Sword Saint, Mo, this world belongs to the young. I think it's time for us to hand the country over and

let them show the world their skills. Perhaps another Chu Tianfan will emerge in China in no time

again. Maybe this time, the new Chu Tianfan will belong to our War God Castle,” Ye Qingtian said in

anticipation.

Although Ye Fan was powerful, he did not belong to the War God Castle and could not be used by the

War God Castle.

On the other hand, Chen Jiuzhou was a warrior of the War God Castle through and through, and he

could be a legitimate representative of China's martial arts world.

Sword Saint was equally baffled by the situation.