Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“What about it? Does the martial arts world of Jiangdong think—” Sword Saint stopped himself mid-

sentence, and whatever anger he had was replaced by a feeling of helplessness. “It's because of him,

isn't it? Well, it is his hometown, so their reaction is to be expected.”

Sword Saint knew all too well that Jiangdong was Ye Fan's hometown.

Back then, the War God Castle had left Jiangdong to fend for itself when it was plunged into despair.

That was what led to the War God Castle losing its control over Jiangdong completely.

A few years later, the War God Castle tried sending people over to reclaim Jiangdong.

However, Chu Tianfan's influence in Jiangdong was so strong that the martial arts world of Jiangdong

only listened to him.

As such, there was nothing surprising about Jiangdong disregarding the War God Castle's orders when

it was in trouble.

“Fine, they don't have to come if they don't want to. We'll be fine as long as we have the martial artists

from the other states. Jiangbei and Tellmoore have the strongest martial artists.”

Since the War God Castle had lost its influence over Jiangdong, Sword Saint no longer expected

Jiangdong's martial artists to defend them with their lives.

Given the size of China's martial arts world, it wouldn't really make a huge difference if they lacked the

support of Jiangdong's martial artists.

Their conversation was interrupted when someone opened the castle door and shouted anxiously,

“Sword Saint! King of Fighters! Bad news! W-We just received word that Jiangbei's forces suddenly

changed their course when they got within eight hundred kilometers of War God Castle. They're

headed straight for Jiangdong!”

Sword Saint leaped to his feet. “What? Headed for Jiangdong? Who's the martial arts leader of

Jiangbei? Contact him immediately!”

“We've tried to, but we couldn't get through!” the subordinate replied.

“Then try again! I don't care if you have to call him a hundred or even a thousand times! Keep trying

until you get through to him! I want to ask the martial arts leader of Jiangbei what they're up to in this

time of need! Why would they even go to Jiangdong?”

The more chaotic a situation was, the higher the chances were for things to go amiss.

The War God Castle was already having a headache dealing with the Chu Sect's assault.

As if Jiangdong's martial arts world refusing to help wasn't bad enough, Jiangbei's martial artists

changing course on their own worsened things even further.

Sword Saint felt as if all of China had descended into chaos that night.

“Jiangbei? Sword Saint, isn't that the where the Lu Clan is from? You know, the one Ye Fan

exterminated long ago. Do you think they're headed to Jiangdong to get their revenge by destroying

Chu Tianfan's grave?” King of Fighters asked.

That was when Sword Saint recalled how the incident with the Lu Clan had caused a huge commotion

in China's martial arts world back then.

Not only did Ye Fan wipe the entire Lu Clan out, but he also murdered many of Jiangbei's martial

artists.

That resulted in Jiangbei's martial arts world seeing him as an enemy.

Therefore, it made sense that Jiangbei's forces would try to get their revenge on Jiangdong during the

chaos.

“Zhang Jiuling is the current martial arts leader of Jiangbei, right? That old bag of bones sure has gone

crazy! All of China's martial arts world is on the brink of destruction, and he's leading his men to get

revenge?”

Sword Saint was so mad that he trembled all over.

“Sword Saint! King of Fighters! We managed to get through!”

After making hundreds of phone calls, the subordinate was finally able to get through to Zhang Jiuling,

the martial arts leader of Jiangbei.

“You've got nerve answering my call, Zhang Jiuling! Why are you disobeying orders at such a critical

time? Why lead your men over to Jiangdong? What the heck are you trying to do? As the Hall Master

of War God Castle, I order you to leave Jiangdong immediately! I know you guys have a grudge

against the martial arts world of Jiangdong, but we can't afford to be fighting among ourselves when the

enemy is at our gates! You can settle your grudge with them after this is over! Do you hear me?” Sword

Saint shouted furiously over the phone.

He was expecting to hear Zhang Jiuling explain himself in a frightened voice after that.

To his surprise, Zhang Jiuling showed no signs of fear whatsoever in the face of his scolding.

Instead, he said in an unusually solemn tone, “You're Sword Saint, the Hall Master of War God Castle?

I'm only answering your call to inform you that from this moment on, Jiangbei's martial arts world will

join Jiangdong's and no longer take orders from the War God Castle. You have been informed.”

Zhang Jiuling's voice wasn't loud, but his words hit Sword Saint like a truck.

“Z-Zhang Jiuling, do you have any idea what you're saying? Are you really going to be responsible for

those words of yours?”

Sword Saint got so angry that his usually calm expression had become twisted with rage.

Had the two of them not been thousands of miles apart at the time, Sword Saint would've stabbed

Zhang Jiuling in the heart right then and there.

“Hahaha! Be responsible? Who's going to hold me accountable? You? Or your War God Castle? You

guys were willing to betray your own, and you can't even protect the citizens of this country! Why

should Jiangbei's martial arts world obey your orders? Allow me to remind you of an old saying in

China, Sword Saint. 'Those who are just shall receive full support, whereas those who are unjust shall

be left to rot.' The War God Castle did nothing to help Chu Tianfan out when he was attacked by the

Chu Sect outside of China back then. You, the Hall Master of the War God Castle, just sat there and

watched as our country's most precious talent was forced to dig his own grave! From that moment on, I

knew you guys were a lost cause. The War God Castle is bound to be destroyed by your own hands!”

Zhang Jiuling's icy-cold laughter was filled with sarcasm and his disappointment in the War God Castle.

He used to admire the War God Castle and idolize Sword Saint and the others.

However, he lost his faith in them after witnessing the War God Castle's inaction during the battle at

Eastsea.

He felt as if his faith had been completely misplaced and trampled on.

Zhang Jiuling believed there was no point in serving the most powerful martial arts organization in the

country if it couldn't even protect its citizens.

As such, he decided to lead his men into Jiangdong after reaching an agreement with Lu Ziming.

They would team up with Jiangdong's martial artists to defend Ye Fan's hometown as well as the last

remaining territory of China's martial arts world.

As for the War God Castle, Zhang Jiuling knew it had lost its edge and would inevitably be destroyed.

With Ye Qingtian gone, King of Fighters, Sword Saint, and Heavenly Grandmaster were the only ones

left.

There was no way the three of them would be able to fend off the Chu Sect's assault on Mount Yan, so

attempting to defend it would only result in death.

The last bit of hope for China's martial arts world lay in Jiangdong.

Choosing to defend Jiangdong was the only option in which the martial artists would stand a chance of

surviving the battle.

“You insolent fool! How dare you talk to me like that? This is treason! You will be labeled as an enemy

of the state, Zhang Jiuling!” Sword Saint yelled.

“That's enough, Sword Saint! Do you still think that the War God Castle is capable of representing the

citizens of China? The only ones I'm betraying are you and the War God Castle. It's funny how you

accuse me of treason when you and King of Fighters are the ones who truly betrayed the country.

China's martial arts world wouldn't be in this pathetic state if you guys had done something back then!”

Zhang Jiuling snapped back at him, releasing all of his pent-up anger in one go.