My Ares Son-in-Law

Every move of Xiao Chen was just right, as if he had already predicted the trajectories of all the blades.

His cloth fluttered slightly in the strong wind, but it was not torn at all, not even a wrinkle was left. His movements were graceful and calm, as if he was dancing a waltz, his toes lightly tapping the ground, his body as smooth as flowing water, with an indescribable beauty.

"Too slow." Xiao Chen's voice came from all directions with a hint of sarcasm, "Is this all your strength?" His tone was full of disdain, as if the attack in front of him was just a child's trick.

The old demon was furious. His dry body suddenly swelled up, his bones made a "crackling" sound, and his muscles bulged rapidly as if they were inflated.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a three-meter-tall giant, with hideous black lines all over his skin, like wriggling poisonous snakes.

A pitch-black spear condensed in his palm. The spear body was wrapped in thick black mist, and the tip of the spear flashed a heart-pounding cold light, as if it could pierce through all defenses.

"Go to hell!" The old demon's voice exploded like thunder, and the long spear broke through the air, carrying the momentum of destroying the world. Wherever the tip of the spear passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp explosion. The power of this spear was enough to raze the entire chemical plant to the ground, and even the surrounding air was compressed and distorted.

Xiao Chen finally stopped, his expression still calm. He gently raised his right hand, his movements so casual that it seemed as if he was about to catch a falling leaf.

"Ding--" With a slight sound, the spear stopped in his palm. The tip of the spear was only an inch away from his palm, but it could no longer move forward. The power that could destroy the world was like a drop in the ocean, and it disappeared in an instant.

The old demon looked at this scene in disbelief, his scarlet eyes widened, and his dry face was full of shock and fear. He attacked with all his strength, but the opponent caught it with one hand? How could this be possible! His arm trembled slightly, and he tried to pull back the spear, but found that the spear body did not move at all, as if it was welded to Xiao Chen's palm.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile. He clenched his five fingers lightly, his movements as gentle as crushing a piece of thin ice.

"Crack!" The pitch-black spear shattered into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air. The old demon was horrified to find that his arm also began to disintegrate, and the skin peeled off like dry soil, revealing the pitch-black bones underneath.

He wanted to retreat, but found himself unable to move, as if he was imprisoned in place by an invisible force. His eyes were filled with despair and fear, and a "ho ho" sound came out of his throat, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"The game is over." Xiao Chen said softly, his voice calm as if he was announcing something insignificant. His pupils glowed with golden light, and that light was like the rising sun, instantly dispelling the haze in the chemical plant.

The entire space was enveloped in a brilliant golden light, as if even the air had become pure. Wherever the golden light passed, the black fog melted like ice and snow, making a "sizzling" sound.

The old demon let out a shrill scream, and his withered body staggered back, making the ground crackle with every step. His skin quickly cracked under the golden light, like soil scorched by the scorching sun, and black blood oozed out from the cracks, dripping onto the ground, corroding small pits.

"This is impossible!" There was fear in the old demon's voice, and disbelief was written all over his dry face, "You are..." His voice trembled, as if he had seen something that frightened him extremely.

Xiao Chen slowly took off his glasses and put them in his pocket. His pupils had completely turned golden, like two burning stars, emitting a light that was too bright to look at.

"You remnants of the Prison Clan, you dare to act so arrogantly in front of me?" His voice was low and cold, with a kind of condescending majesty, as if sentencing the old demon to death. A terrifying aura burst out from him, sweeping across the entire chemical plant like a tsunami. The ground began to shake violently, and the rusty pipes made a "creaking" groaning sound, as if they would collapse at any time. There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air, and even breathing became difficult.

"War God King! You are the legendary War God King!" The old demon's voice was full of despair, and his dry body trembled even more violently, "How could you..." His words stopped abruptly, as if he had been deprived of the strength to speak.

Xiao Chen didn't give him a chance to finish. He raised his hand gently, his movements as graceful as brushing away a fallen leaf.

A golden light burst out from his fingertips, like a meteor across the night sky, instantly piercing through the old demon's body.

"Puff——" With a light sound, the old demon's body instantly turned into ashes and dissipated into the air like a sand sculpture blown away by the wind.

After swallowing the power of the old demon's prison clan, Xiao Chen felt that his cultivation had improved a lot. The power flowed into his meridians like a trickle, bringing a warm and full feeling. A trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he was not far from a breakthrough.

Chen Ling slumped on the ground, her face ashen. Her body trembled slightly, her fingers gripped the ground tightly, her nails almost embedded in the cement. Her eyes were filled with fear and regret, and she finally understood what kind of terrifying existence she had provoked.

Her lips trembled and her voice was filled with tears: "Don't kill me, I'm just controlled by this old devil, don't kill me!" Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned almost into a plea, like a lamb to be slaughtered, waiting for the judgment of fate.

However, Xiao Chen did not show her any mercy. His eyes were as cold as ice, as if he was looking at a worthless dead object.

Although Chen Ling did become what she is now because of the power of the Prison Clan, in the final analysis, it was she who was willing to accept it, otherwise, this power would not have been able to control her. Her betrayal and greed had already doomed her to failure.

This person deserves to be put to death.

Xiao Chen raised his hand and struck Chen Ling in the chest with a sharp and powerful palm strike.

Her body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall hard, and then slid to the ground, no longer breathing. Her eyes were still open, with fear and regret lingering in her pupils, but she could no longer change anything.

Xiao Chen carried the unconscious Jiang Yixue on his back, his movements gentle and careful, as if he was treating a precious treasure. Her body leaned softly on his back, her breathing weak but steady.

He walked out of the abandoned chemical plant. The night wind blew past, bringing a hint of coolness. The moonlight shone on him, stretching his shadow very long. His steps were steady and calm, as if everything that had just happened was just a piece of cake.

Back in the hotel room, Xiao Chen gently placed Jiang Yixue on the sofa. (End of this chapter)