My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 309 - 310: Identity of the Killer

Chapter 309: Chapter 310: Identity of the Killer

Two towering bodyguards of Lord Jiang escorted a disheveled man towards them.

"Lord Jiang, the prisoner is brought!" The two bodyguards bowed and retreated.

"Heavens, it’s him!"

"He actually stole the Martial King’s martial token!"

"He is one of the Martial King’s top four disciples, Luo Yuan, with the utmost trust from the Martial King!" Everyone at the scene was shocked beyond measure.

Luo Yuan approached with a trembling body, his face smeared with obsequiousness; "Master, Master, I was wrong..."

"Kneel down!" the Martial King roared furiously.

"Thump!" Luo Yuan, startled, immediately knelt on the ground.

"You beast, stealing my martial token, dispatching troops in secret, you deserve death a thousand times over!" the Martial King rebuked; "Guards, lock Luo Yuan in the Martial Department’s Sky Prison, ready for execution at any time!"

"As you command!" The eight braves of the Martial Department accepted the order.

"Wait a moment!" Ye Wudao suddenly interrupted; "Martial King, how do I know you’re not just pinning the blame on someone else?"

"What a joke, in my life’s actions, I have always been just and honorable!" the Martial King declared proudly.

Lord Jiang beside him smiled; "I can vouch for the Martial King on this point!"

"Hey, why did you steal the martial token and send men to attack my Beiwang Hall?" Ye Wudao asked.

"Are you Ye Wudao?" Luo Yuan looked up, his eyes filled with disdain; "Do you want to know? Kneel down and beg me!"

Swish!

Ye Wudao slashed fiercely with his blade, severing one of Luo Yuan’s hands.

"Aah!" Luo Yuan let out a pained howl, clutching his severed arm, his face twisted in agony.

Ye Wudao’s blade pointed directly at Luo Yuan’s neck; "My patience is limited, think carefully if your neck is sturdy enough before you answer my question?"

Luo Yuan sneered; "Go ahead and kill me, you’ll never see your wife again in this lifetime, hahaha!"

"Scum, shut your mouth!" the Martial King shouted angrily, grabbing Luo Yuan’s head, his fingers piercing into his flesh; "You think by keeping silent, I won’t find out, Soul Searching Technique!"

"Master, Master, no, don’t!" Luo Yuan felt an excruciating headache splitting his skull, his whole body trembling, his soul quivering in pain.

After a moment, the Martial King slowly released his grip, his eyes icy as he said; "I have found out everything!"

As for Luo Yuan, he spat out fresh blood, collapsed violently on the ground, and met his death!

Hiss!

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air!

Luo Yuan, one of the four great talents of the Martial Department, had just died like that!

"Hey, Martial King, since you know, why don’t you speak up!" Ye Wudao complained.

The Martial King shook his head; "You’re better off not knowing, otherwise, you wouldn’t even know how you died!"

"Damn, trying to scare me? I haven’t even settled my scores with you yet!" Ye Wudao said.

"Was it Hei Jiu?" Lord Jiang spoke up.

The Martial King nodded, admiration on his face; "As expected of Lord Jiang, truly omniscient!"

"Hey, Old Jiang, who is this Hei Jiu?" Ye Wudao asked.

Hiss!

Everyone’s face showed utter confusion!

"Holy shit, is Ye Wudao out of his mind!"

"He actually called Lord Jiang an old man..."

"Looking for death..."

Lord Jiang, smiling amiably, showed no sign of anger; "Ye Wudao, the Martial King is right, Hei Jiu is no small matter!"

"The more you know, the faster you die!" the Martial King said coldly.

Ye Wudao’s temper flared up; "Are you kidding me? Fine, you won’t tell me, then I’ll take it out on the Martial Department first and find out myself!"

"Young Killer God, don’t stir up more trouble!" Lord Jiang said, giving the Martial King a meaningful glance.

"Hmph, too many eyes here, follow me!" the Martial King huffed and turned to leave.

"Let’s go, little Killing God!" Jiang Gong stood with his hands behind his back and chuckled.

"Hmph, if you can’t give a good reason, I’ll tear down the Martial Department today!" Ye Wudao, holding a blade, followed Jiang Gong nonchalantly.

Everyone in the arena was left dumbfounded.

"Holy shit, is this the strength of Lord Ye from the Beiwang Hall?"

"Way too fierce..."

"In front of the Martial King and Jiang Gong, he talks about tearing down the Martial Department, and there’s no problem..."

"Truly, in this world, strength is linked to status!"

...

Martial Department — Secret Chamber.

The Martial King pushed open the heavy stone door, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, to reveal a luxurious reception room with high-end sofas and a beautifully decorated, elegant environment.

"Please enjoy the tea, Elder Jiang!" The Martial King poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Jiang Gong.

Jiang Gong sat on the sofa, took a gentle sip, and looked surprised; "This is the fabled Junshan Silver Needle Tea from the Martial King’s collection, good tea, at least a hundred years old!"

Ye Wudao sat on the couch, placed the blade on the coffee table; "What about my tea, Martial King?"

The Martial King poured a cup of tea for himself, not even glancing at Ye Wudao; "Want to drink tea? Buy your own!"

"Damn!" Ye Wudao’s face showed his displeasure, thinking the Martial King seems like a gentleman, but he’s definitely spiteful!

"Alright, time to talk business," Elder Jiang said with a smile after finishing his tea.

"Spill it, who exactly is this Black Nine?" Ye Wudao crossed his legs and folded his arms across his chest, visibly annoyed.

"Black Nine is none other than the illustrious butler of the great ancient martial arts Ye family!" Jiang Gong said indifferently.

What?

Ye Wudao’s pupils shrank, and a murderous aura burst forth from him; "The ancient martial arts Ye family? The same Ye family that betrayed my father?"

"Indeed!" Jiang Gong nodded.

Bang!

Ye Wudao picked up the Beiwang Blade from the coffee table with one hand; "I’m heading to the Ye family now!"

"This kid’s temper, nothing like his father the Northern King, too impulsive..." Jiang Gong covered his forehead.

The Martial King sneered on the side; "Do you even know where the ancient martial arts Ye family is?"

"Uh..." Ye Wudao was taken aback, then turned his head to ask; "Elder Jiang, where is the Ye family?"

"Put down the blade!" Jiang Gong glanced at Ye Wudao, "Sit down first!"

"Fine!"

"The ancient martial arts Ye family is a very famous ancient martial arts family with a history of eight hundred years! The family is full of masters and has countless strong individuals, with a large number of king-level powerhouses, and even a battle sect-level powerhouse in residence. Can you win against them?" Jiang Gong asked dispassionately.

Battle sect level!

Ye Wudao’s pupils shrank, and his face darkened.

If the king level was the ceiling that an ordinary martial artist could reach!

Then the battle sect level was a huge watershed!

Once a king-level powerhouse advanced to this realm, each of them possessed the true power to found their own sect, commanding respect from all king-level powerhouses!

There’s a saying that goes well; below a battle sect, all are ants!

"What now, not so arrogant anymore? Heh, why don’t you keep it up, I quite enjoy your audacity!" the Martial King taunted.

Ye Wudao, holding the Beiwang Blade, said; "What about battle sect level, dare to provoke me, I’ll still annihilate them!"

"Arrogance without substance, do you really think you’re your father?" the Martial King mocked.

"I have to go, no matter who it is, those who touch my dragon scales, I shall kill!" Ye Wudao’s eyes brimmed with murderous intent.

Elder Jiang chuckled; "Martial King, it’s time to take him somewhere!"

The Martial King nodded, stood up and said; "Ye Wudao, come with me!"

"Where to?" Ye Wudao asked.

"A terrifying place, if you can survive it, then you’ll be fit to visit the Ye family to find your wife!" the Martial King said lightly.