Genius Daddy in the City

Chapter 979: I’ll Cultivate My Battle Sword, I’ll Kill My Way into the Nine Heavens!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Impudent!”

The Taoist priest flew into a rage and waved the horsetail whisk in his hand gently. It was as if he had waved the entire galaxy as he brazenly faced the huge sword that was slashing towards him.

Rumble…

As the void trembled, the horsetail whisk in the Taoist priest’s hand shattered, and he took several steps back.

His expression was filled with shock and anger. His left hand that was hanging from his waist kept shaking, and blood slowly dripped down, “Junior, how dare you hurt me?”

“You’ll die if you say one more word!” Ye Wushuang’s expression was cold.

The Taoist priest, ” “You…”

“Don’t be rash!”

Old Wang hurriedly stopped him, “This is Immortal Lei Wanjun from Purple Cloud Grotto. I invited him here to resolve the matter regarding the Yangtze River’s Water Dragon Palace.”

Since the spiritual energy recovery, not only were there Demon Kings who had been revived, there were also secret lands like grottos and secret lands that had appeared. There were powerful beings of the human race living within them. However, they were extremely high and mighty, and they had never come into contact with the mortal world.

In order to help Ye Chen resolve the crisis, Old Wang had no choice but to ask Lei Wanjun, who had left the Purple Cloud Grotto, to help him.

However, Old Wang really did not expect that the person he invited to help would have a conflict with Ye Wushuang. If that was the case, would that option not be completely ruled out?

As expected, as if to verify his guess, Lei Wanjun laughed in anger, “Sure, sure. Is this how you treat your guests? It seems like Mad Southern Ye doesn’t need our help.”

With that, he planned to leave.

Old Wang hurriedly said, “Immortal Lei, please stop. This matter concerns the survival of the human race. Please consider the bigger picture.”

“I won’t leave!”

Lei Wanjun took a deep breath and looked at Ye Wushuang with a cold smile, “But this brat must apologize to me!”

Old Wang suppressed his anger and looked at the unmoved Ye Wushuang. He could only secretly sigh.

How could he not know the pride of someone like Lei Wanjun who lived in a grotto? But for the sake of the greater good, he could only endure it forcefully.

“Such arrogance!”

Under this stalemate, a faint voice sounded from within the secret room. A skinny figure slowly walked out.

“Brother!” Ye Wen rushed forward.

Old Wang heaved a sigh of relief as well, “Let me introduce you. This is Purple Cloud Grotto’s…”

“There’s no need for introductions!”

Ye Chen interrupted him and looked at Lei Wanjun, “How dare you ask my brother to apologize to you, a mere person from a secret land? Who gave you the courage?”

“Mad Southern Ye, how dare you treat me like this?”

Lei Wanjun’s expression changed slightly, and he seemed to be furious, “Don’t forget that I represent a grotto. If we supreme beings don’t take action, you’ll die!”

“I don’t need your help!”

Ye Chen chuckled softly, “Please!”

“Don’t regret it!” Lei Wanjun was shocked. Clearly, he did not expect Ye Chen to be so tough.

“Get lost!”

Ye Chen’s voice was thunderous.

“Great, that’s just great. I want to see how you’ll deal with this sure-kill situation without us!” Lei Wanjun was so angry that he laughed. He flicked his sleeves and left.

…

After he left, Old Wang sighed softly, “You’re too rash!”

He thought that Ye Chen had said those words out of anger.

“Rash?”

Ye Chen raised his brows and shook his head, “Old Wang, I appreciate your kindness, but I don’t need anyone’s help.”

Old Wang’s lips moved slightly, and he heard an incomparably proud laughter coming from the secret room, “Fellow Ye, it’s done! I’ve succeeded!”

Ye Chen put away the smile on his face and said seriously, “Oh yeah, get the hundred generals from the ten reserve areas to come and see me!”

Although his voice was extremely calm, it contained a trace of killing intent that could not be concealed.

…

At the Tiannan battlefront, more than 300 figures stood like metal rods in a large field!

Even though it was raining, even though the temperature was lower than -10 °C, the scene was extremely silent, as if petrified.

Dong, dong, dong…

The dull and oppressive war drums slowly sounded from the army camp, like beating hearts that were suppressing their anger.