My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 479 - 480: Stubborn Head or Sharp Knife?

Chapter 479: Chapter 480: Stubborn Head or Sharp Knife?

"Esteemed seniors, please!" A member of the royal family, accompanied by the Ghost Doctor and his entourage, arrived at the royal camp, where the security was extremely strict, with a post every three steps and a guard every ten steps.

The closer to the luxurious real leather tents of the royal family, the more powerful the stationed experts became!

Shocking as it was, the guards at the entrance were two Fifth Grade Martial Kings!

This showed the formidable strength of the royal family!

"Esteemed seniors, the dignitaries of our royal family have been waiting for you inside," the royal family member said respectfully.

The Ghost Doctor nodded and strode confidently into the royal tent.

The royal tent was spacious enough to accommodate thousands of people!

Inside, even the weakest were Martial Kings, and there were many powerful auras present, all of them from Martial Kings above the Seventh Grade!

At a huge round table sat approximately dozens of people.

These individuals, men and women, included powerful members under the royal banner and experts from other powerful forces, but all had formidable auras, being Seventh Grade Martial Kings and above, prestigious figures renowned throughout the Dragon Country.

Among them, Ye Wudao even saw several familiar old faces.

Xiao King, Lin King, Liu King!

As for the one sitting in Qin King’s seat, he was a venerable elder dressed in purple, a powerful Eighth Grade Martial King at his peak, presumably the Qin family’s Great Elder!

"The Ghost Doctor has arrived!"

"Not just the Ghost Doctor, but also Zhou Tai and the Three Serpents Elder!"

"Though few in number, their strength is not to be underestimated, with even the weakest, the Three Serpents Elder, being an Eighth Grade Martial King!" Not a few people in the crowd assessed them, their gaze suddenly focusing on Ye Wudao.

"Whose kid is this?"

"How did he end up here!"

Sitting in the middle was a venerable elder dressed in purple, the Great Elder of the royal family, whose strength was incredibly formidable, having reached the peak half-step Martial King level, far outclassing everyone else.

He looked at the approaching Ghost Doctor and others, saying, "Brother Ghost Doctor, we’ve been waiting for you. Please take a seat!"

The Ghost Doctor, without any reservation, confidently took his seat at the vacant spot in front of him.

Zhou Tai and the Three Serpents Elder followed closely behind.

Just as Ye Wudao sat down, a thick and powerful arm reached from behind and pressed hard on his shoulder, "Kid, this is my seat. Move aside!"

This was a burly middle-aged man, built like a brown bear, with a face full of rough scars, his large hand pressing down hard on Ye Wudao’s shoulder.

"That’s Xiong Yue!"

"It’s said he’s the thirteenth-ranked expert on the Flying Dragon List!"

"Immense strength, born with Divine Power, he’s rumored to withstand a Ninth Grade Martial King!"

"It’s said that this time the royal family has hired Xiong Yue at a high salary!" Many of the experts there were discussing animatedly.

"You little brat, are you deaf? This is my seat. If you don’t move by the count of three, don’t blame me for not being polite!" Xiong Yue was extremely arrogant and overbearing, his hand grasping Ye Wudao’s shoulder firmly.

"What’s with this young man, not giving up his seat to Xiong Yue?"

"Is he tired of living?"

In that instant, Ye Wudao suddenly turned his hand, grabbed Xiong Yue’s arm—the one clutching his shoulder—and slammed it down on the table.

The next moment, he resolutely drew his blade and struck forcefully at Xiong Yue’s hand.

Crack!

A spurt of blood followed by Xiong Yue’s howl of agony left the entire room in shock!

"Ahh! You little bastard, how dare you sever my hand?" Xiong Yue’s face was a picture of shock.

"If you dare touch me with your filthy hands again, it won’t be a hand that’s severed, but a head!" Ye Wudao said indifferently.

Hiss!

Inside the opulent real leather royal tent, thousands of powerful warriors were left gaping in stunned silence!

"Damn, Xiong Yue was arrogant enough, but this young man is even more audacious!"

"He chopped off Xiong Yue’s hand with a single stroke!"

"Ruthless!"

Sitting beside Ye Wudao, Zhou Tai exchanged a glance with the person of the Three Serpents.

The Three Serpents lowered their voices, "Old Zhou, has this kid gone mad?"

"Even more ruthless than his father, the North King!" Zhou Tai couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Little beast, you dare to sever my hand, I will crush your neck!" Xiong Yue was especially furious, his body erupting with the aura of an Eighth Grade Battle King, his hand like a bear’s claw, about to grasp Ye Wudao’s neck.

"This kid is finished!"

"Provoking a seasoned Battle King, he must be tired of living!"

"Stop!" Just then, the Ghost Doctor shouted angrily.

"Ghost Doctor!" Xiong Yue’s eyes showed dissatisfaction, "What do you mean?"

"This is my nephew, I will not allow you to be presumptuous!" the Ghost Doctor said coldly.

Ye Wudao this time did not retort, by seniority, he indeed was the Ghost Doctor’s nephew.

"Hmph! Your nephew dared to waste one of my hands, I will also crush one of his arms!" Xiong Yue said angrily.

"Xiong Yue, you can try!" Zhou Tai stood up.

"Don’t blame us for disregarding the camaraderie of former comrades!" the eyes of the person of the Three Serpents were cold.

"Good, good, you’re ganging up against me, huh?" Xiong Yue was desperate.

"Alright, Xiong Yue, calm down!" Just then, the leading royal elder spoke up.

"Hmph!" Xiong Yue covered his severed arm, his face full of anger.

The royal elder, with piercing eyes, looked at Ye Wudao and said, "Young friend, you’re quite powerful for your age."

"I dare not accept such praise," Ye Wudao said indifferently.

"Is the weapon you’re wielding the famous Beiwang Blade?" The royal elder’s next words caught everyone’s attention.

"What, the Beiwang Blade?" The eyes of thousands of Battle King level Martial Artists present were fixed on the blade in Ye Wudao’s hands.

"It really is the legendary Beiwang Blade!"

"No wonder it’s so sharp, it could slice off Xiong Yue’s arm with a single strike!"

"This is the number one treasured blade of Dragon Country!"

Many people’s eyes showed a greedy lust, a surging impulse to claim it for themselves.

Ye Wudao’s eyes cold, he said indifferently, "So what if it is the Beiwang Blade?"

"Hehe, young friend, you have quite the fortune! How did you come into possession of the Beiwang Blade that has always been in the hands of Ye Wu?" the royal elder pressed Ye Wudao, as if trying to see through his secrets.

"Exactly!"

"The Beiwang Blade has always been the weapon of the young North King, Ye Wu!"

"Didn’t Ye Wu die in the Tomb of the North King? Could this young man have been to the Tomb of the North King?" Many people were curious.

Ye Wudao answered indifferently, "Just luck."

"Hehe, do you know the saying, ’A man is not guilty, but the bearer of a gem will be deemed so’?" the royal elder laughed, "If you’re willing to hand over the Beiwang Blade, our royal clan is willing to make an equivalent exchange! Moreover, I can promise you safe passage to the core area of the ancient battlefield!"

Hiss!

Hearing the royal elder’s promise, everyone in the venue swallowed their saliva!

"Heavens, these two conditions are too generous, aren’t they?"

"An equivalent exchange for the Beiwang Blade and a free ticket into the core area of the ancient battlefield!"

Ye Wudao firmly refused, "There is no need, the blade and I are fated!"

What?

He actually refused!

Xiong Yue sneered from the side, "You brat, you don’t really think that because you hold the Beiwang Blade in your hands, you can truly possess it, do you?"

"Exactly, hand it over if you know what’s good for you!"

"That way you’ll still have a way to live!" Many royal clan powerhouses threatened one after another.

Ye Wudao, surveying the crowd, said indifferently, "Hehe, want it? Feel free to come and snatch it! Let’s see whose head is harder, or if my Beiwang Blade is harder!"