My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 350 - 351: Respectfully Inviting the Little Martial Uncle

Chapter 350: Chapter 351: Respectfully Inviting the Little Martial Uncle

Boom!

Long Ping instantly stood up, his face filled with shock as he exclaimed, "Hao’er is dead? Impossible!"

As he spoke, Long Ping directly grabbed one of his subordinates by the neck, "You dare lie to me, I’ll kill you right now!"

"Family Head, I wouldn’t dare to deceive you, may the heavens strike me with thunder!" The subordinate, his breathing labored due to Long Ping’s grip on his throat, had a face turning the color of soy sauce.

A seductive woman beside him, however, said with excitement, "Family Head, now that Long Hao is dead, I can just bear you another son. Then I’ll be your wife and serve you for a lifetime!"

Bang!

Long Ping slapped the woman hard, and with the immense power in his palm, he killed her on the spot, "You wench, shut your mouth! You think you’re worthy of bearing my son and daydreaming about becoming the queen consort of my royal family? Go to hell!"

"And you, if you think you can lie to me, this wretched woman’s fate will be yours!" Long Ping roared, still gripping his subordinate by the neck.

"This lowly one wouldn’t dare to deceive you!"

"Hmph, I don’t trust anyone. I have my ways of finding out whether Hao’er is really dead or not!" Long Ping said, his face overcast with gloom.

The Royal Family, Soul Chamber.

This place enshrined thousands of soul lamps, each corresponding to a name, utilizing an ancient method passed down for thousands of years by the royal family. Each soul lamp was refined with the vital blood of its owner and would endure for an extended time.

All of these thousands of soul lamps belonged to the true descendants of the royal family, or to famous and surnamed experts of the royal family!

"Family Head, what brings you here?"

Just then, a grey-robed elder who had been sitting cross-legged stood up, his face filled with curiosity.

He was the Guardian of the Soul Chamber, not a weak fighter, and was a powerhouse who surpassed the level of a Battle Ancestor!

"I came to see Hao’er’s life soul lamp!" Long Ping said.

"Hehe, I saw Hao’er’s soul lamp just a few days ago, and it was still lit!" the grey-robed elder laughed and said. Noticing the gloom on Long Ping’s face, he added, "Since Family Head Long Ping doesn’t believe, come with me."

Soon, the two arrived at the third row deep inside the secret chamber, where the soul lamps of the eighth prince’s heirs or royal Battle Ancestors and stronger experts were placed.

"Family Head, look, Hao’er’s soul lamp..." the Guardian of the Soul Lamps pointed at the extinguished soul lamp of Long Hao, his pupils suddenly shrinking, "Heavens, it’s extinguished!"

Long Ping could no longer suppress the raging fury within him and burst out in a volcanic eruption of anger, screaming at the sky, "Aaaaaah!"

"Family Head, this, please restrain your grief!" The grey-robed elder was careful not to even breathe loudly.

Long Hao was not just any son of the eight princes; he was Long Ping’s only son, vastly talented and ranked among the top ten prodigies in the royal family, with Long Ping placing great hope in him!

To have killed Long Hao was akin to severing Long Ping’s future!

Quivering, Long Ping reached out to take Long Hao’s soul lamp and held it to his chest, "Hao’er, don’t be afraid. Father will definitely avenge you. Those who killed my son, I will tear their sinews, drink their blood, and devour their hearts and lungs..."

The news of Long Hao’s death quietly spread among the royal family. Many were shocked, discussing the identity of the murderer!

However, this did not dampen the audience’s enthusiasm for the ancient martial arts competition!

Especially since today’s matches were incredibly fierce, as the top ten contestants were to be decided!

Hundreds of thousands of Martial Artists from Dragon Country had gathered for the occasion, and numerous martial artists from overseas had traveled thousands of miles just to witness this grand event.

"After nearly a week of intense competition, the top ten contestants who stood out from tens of thousands have been officially announced, among them the temporarily ranked number one, Li Fei!" the referee announced.

A black-clothed young man with a ferocious sword scar on his face walked up to the arena, looking quite formidable.

"Hiss, it’s Li Fei!"

"I heard Li Fei is one of the eight princes of the royal family, the adopted son of Prince Li, who has reached the strength of a seventh-grade Battle Ancestor. He’s the strongest contestant in this year’s ancient martial arts competition!"

"It looks like Li Fei is about to take the championship!"

"Currently ranking second, Lei Yun!"

A young man in a Daoist robe appeared on the stage, also attracting a lot of attention!

"This Lei Yun seems to be the young master of the Five Thunder Mountain Dao House, also a top-tier genius of the Daoist family, a strong contender at the peak of the Sixth Rank Battle Sovereign!"

"So young and promising!"

"The player currently ranking third, Fat Dragon!"

A fat monk with a round belly and a smiley face walked over.

"A genius of the Buddhist family, Fat Dragon!"

"It’s said that Fat Dragon is also at the peak of the Sixth Rank!"

As the top three contenders appeared one after another, the scene erupted into heated discussions, with many people believing that almost no one could challenge the top three.

"Ranking fourth, Beiming Kuangxue!"

With the arrival of Beiming Kuangxue, many people at the scene began to discuss excitedly.

"This Beiming Kuangxue is the young Family Head of the Bei Ming family. He should have been in the top three, but with the addition of Li Fei this year and the geniuses from the Buddhist and Daoist families, his strength at the Fifth Rank Battle Sovereign only puts him in fourth place!"

"Ah, what a pity!"

"Ranked fifth, Liu Yang!"

"Ranked seventh, Ma Tian!"

...

"Ranked tenth, Chu Kuangge!" When the referee announced Chu Kuangge’s name, a royal Family Head sitting beside him scolded, "Strike this guy off the list, he has already withdrawn from the ancient martial arts tournament!"

"Yes, yes!" The referee quickly crossed out Chu Kuangge’s name and said, "Since player Chu Kuangge has withdrawn, the eleventh-ranked player is promoted..."

Just then, a haughty voice came through, "I withdrew from the ancient martial arts tournament because I knew that with him here, I would never be his opponent!"

Chu Kuangge walked over, his words stirring up a heated discussion throughout the venue!

The chief referee laughed and said, "Hehe, Chu Kuangge, you may be arrogant, but I see that you’re not stupid. Among the top ten players, such as Li Fei, Lei Yun, Fat Dragon, which one isn’t stronger than you by a notch?!"

Li Fei and others instinctively puffed out their chests, showing off a proud demeanor.

Chu Kuangge said with a sneer, "What a joke! I’m not talking about these deformed melons and cracked dates on the stage; they are not even worthy!"

Boom!

Chu Kuangge’s words instantly shocked everyone!

Li Fei, Lei Yun, and other prodigies immediately showed expressions of anger, burning with rage!

"Chu Kuangge, what the hell are you saying?"

"You’ve blown your own trumpet so high it’s reached the skies!"

"If that person is as formidable as you say, why isn’t he seen among the top ten?"

"Exactly." Other than Beiming Kuangxue, the top-ten ranked players mocked him one after another.

"You will soon pay a painful price for your ignorance and stupidity!" Chu Kuangge said, suddenly looking at a familiar figure in the distance, hurriedly bowing with his hands clasped, "I respectfully invite Little Uncle-Master!"