My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 429 - 430 Gathering of the Strongest from Around the World

Chapter 429: Chapter 430 Gathering of the Strongest from Around the World

"Seventh Sister, you go, I am best at serving Master!" Ye Wudao said.

Wenren Xingzhu’s delicate body kept trembling; she really wanted to turn her head and check, but she feared aggravating the frown of the Queen of Northern Liang.

"Wudao, use some strength, be like a man!" the Queen of Northern Liang’s icy voice carried an undeniable authority.

"Hehe, Seventh Master, is this strength enough?" Ye Wudao wickedly knew.

"Enough, enough, you little rascal, be gentle!" the Queen of Northern Liang cooed with a flirtatious laugh.

Good heavens!

What are they doing?

That way of speaking!

Wenren Xingzhu’s body stiffened, her pretty face turned red; they couldn’t possibly be doing that, could they?

No, it can’t be!

How could Master do such a thing?

She had clearly betrothed herself to Ye Wudao!

Then Ye Wudao should be her man!

Wenren Xingzhu angrily turned around, her pretty face as cold as frost; "Ye Wudao, what are you doing?"

In that instant, her beautiful eyes widened in shock.

She saw Ye Wudao was actually massaging the Queen of Northern Liang’s legs, with an extremely professional demeanor.

"Seventh Sister, what’s wrong?" Ye Wudao, while massaging legs, smiled; "Seventh Sister, would you like to experience my professional massage therapy?"

"Ah, no, it’s nothing, no, no need!" Wenren Xingzhu quickly waved her hands, her pretty face blushing.

Why were her thoughts so dirty!

"Then, that Ye Wudao, you, you keep helping Master with her legs. I, I’ll be leaving first!" Wenren Xingzhu, overwhelmed with embarrassment, quickly walked away.

"What happened to Seventh Sister? Could it be that my handsome leg-massaging skills deeply attracted her?" Ye Wudao curiously watched Wenren Xingzhu’s retreating figure.

The Queen of Northern Liang’s lips curved into a slight smile; "Hehe, the little girl is jealous."

Time flew, three days later.

With the appearance of an ancient tomb of a War God-level powerhouse from beyond the borders, the situation drastically fermented, attracting powerful forces from all over to rush there, eager to share in the spoils.

...

Beyond the borders.

Between the valleys of a mysterious mountain.

Thousands of War Sovereign-level experts gathered, among them, several hundreds were well-known War Spirit-level powerhouses.

Even those who were above the Eighth Grade War Spirit level numbered in the dozens!

The topmost experts of Dragon Country’s War Spirit level had all arrived!

Even reclusive powerhouse monks and Taoists had also come.

Powers from other countries beyond the border, including Fusang, Poluo, and Da Shi Country, also sent powerful representatives, with numerous experts taking up advantageous positions.

It is not an exaggeration to say that all the strong ones from around the world had gathered here.

"Quick, look, the powerhouses from Northern Liang have arrived!" Just then, an astonished voice shattered the calm.

Everyone looked up, towards the front.

Dozens of people from Northern Liang approached, with Zhan Chi leading.

"Amitabha, may I inquire if this distinguished person is the Great Commander, Zhan Chi, known for shaking Northern Liang?" a black-robed old monk sitting cross-legged, emitting the powerful aura of a Ninth Grade War Spirit, spoke.

Behind him, five or six warrior monks sat on the ground, all looking formidable.

"Who is this black-robed monk?" Ye Wudao curiously asked.

"Lord of the North, this is Master Shi Wu from the Buddhist sect!" Zhan Chi said with a smile, then pressed his palms together; "Master Shi Wu!"

"Hehe, Brother Zhan Chi, who is this young man beside you?" another voice rang out, this time from a middle-aged Taoist looking puzzled at Ye Wudao.

"Master Qingyang, allow me to formally introduce him, this is the youngest non-blood king of Dragon Country—King of the North!" Zhan Chi introduced, gesturing towards Ye Wudao.

King of the North!

Hearing Ye Wudao’s identity, thousands of eyes in the crowd widened.

"Young King of the North is really young!"

"So young and already one of the Dragon Country’s nine other-kings, his future is boundless!"

"Hehe, what’s the use of being young, the last one standing is the real winner!"

"This man is the greatest enemy of my Kingdom of Polo!"

"The royal family has even named Ye Wudao for assassination!"

There were those who were surprised, envious, disdainful, and hostile!

All kinds of beings, countless perspectives.

"Ye Wudao, it seems you really attract hatred, don’t you?" Wenren Xingzhu said.

"Can’t help it, too handsome, can’t blame me!" Ye Wudao shrugged, with an expression of helplessness.

"Narcissist!" Wenren Xingzhu frowned.

Just then, a piercing scream broke the calm!

"The royal family’s people are here!"

Everyone turned their heads, only to see a huge royal family dragon banner appearing, nearly twenty royal family powerhouses arriving.

"Damn, the royal family has brought a lot of people!"

"After all, it’s the Dragon Country’s royal family, can anyone doubt their clout?"

Just then, from the royal family’s troops, a black-clothed, scar-faced old man emerged, emitting a strong murderous aura; the temperature around him seemed to drop significantly.

"It’s a senior member of the royal family’s elders, ranked among the top twenty powerhouses, known as the ’Royal Blade’—Long Dao!"

"Rumors say Long Dao is a peak War Spirit!"

"He must be the strongest person here today!" everyone looked at Long Dao, their eyes filled with awe.

Long Dao’s fearsome gaze swept over the crowd, quickly resting on the people from Northern Liang, his pupils showing a strong intent to fight.

Zhan Chi and others are not afraid at all.

Suddenly, Long Dao’s gaze landed on Ye Wudao, his pupils suddenly revealing a hint of murderous intent; "Are you Ye Wudao?"

"Correct!" Ye Wudao nodded.

"It was you who killed Young Lord Long Teng of the royal family, right?" Long Dao’s eyes were sharp, as if he could see through everything!

"What, Young Lord Long Teng of the royal family died mysteriously, and it was Ye Wudao who killed him?"

"Has he gone mad?"

"That’s the son of the royal family’s Clan Leader!" many in the crowd were shocked.

Ye Wudao spoke calmly; "That Long Trent brought his own death, not my fault!"

"Impudent!" Long Dao rebuked angrily, his body emitting a terrifying murderous aura; "You dare to kill the royal family’s young lord; you are undoubtedly going to die today!"

The atmosphere at the scene was dead serious!

"The royal family always acts oppressively, and they hold grudges!"

"Ye Wudao is in deep trouble now!"

Everyone held their breath on the scene.

Long Dao waved his hand, commanding his subordinates; "Kill Ye Wudao!"

"Yes!"

More than twenty royal family powerhouses charged toward Ye Wudao.

"I’d like to see who dares?" Zhan Chi roared angrily, like a roaring tiger, as the Northern Liang powerhouses all protected Ye Wudao.

"Zhan Chi, you!" Long Dao’s eyes darkened.

"I am following the command of the Queen of Northern Liang, to protect Young King of the North!" Zhan Chi said icily.

"Very well, very well!" Long Dao stared at Ye Wudao, mocking; "Little creature, don’t think that hiding behind Zhan Chi and others means we won’t deal with you! As soon as you enter the ancient tomb, we have a hundred ways to kill you!"

Ye Wudao sneered; "Heh, it’s not yet clear who will die!"

Just then, someone suddenly let out a piercing scream, breaking the silence of the scene.

"The Tomb of the War King has appeared!"