My Ares Son-in-Law

Although the injury was not serious, it was undoubtedly a shame for strong men like Jiao Heng and the Godly Leg King. It was somewhat embarrassing to tell others about it.

At this time, a white-haired old man spoke slowly, his voice was solemn and cautious: "This kid is more terrifying than imagined. He is at least a peak Dragon Pill Realm expert. We can't be careless and must go all out." There was a wise light flashing in his eyes, and he had obviously seen that Xiao Chen's strength was extraordinary.

"Yeah!" The other five people nodded in agreement. They also showed solemn expressions on their faces, obviously realizing how powerful Xiao Chen was.

At the beginning, although they surrounded Xiao Chen, they were unwilling to join forces, thinking that Xiao Chen was just a clown who was not worth their joint efforts. However, reality gave them a loud slap in the face. Now, they must be serious, otherwise, they might really capsize and fall into Xiao Chen's hands.

They began to re-examine Xiao Chen, no longer seeing him as an enemy that could be easily dealt with, but as an equal or even stronger opponent. Everyone was alert and prepared for whatever might happen next.

Jiao Heng stared at Xiao Chen, his eyes full of indifference and ridicule. His voice was hoarse and low, as if it was the devil's whisper coming from the depths of hell: "Boy, you missed the best chance to kill me and the King of Divine Legs alone. Now that the six of us have joined forces, you have lost any hope! Just wait to die!" His voice was full of threats and arrogance, as if he had already seen the scene of Xiao Chen's defeat.

Xiao Chen heard this and a faint smile appeared on his lips, which was full of disdain and ridicule. He suddenly exhaled a puff of smoke, and in the smoke, his face became more and more blurred and mysterious. Then, he put out the cigarette butt that he had completely smoked, with a cool and neat movement.

Then, he glanced at the six people in front of him calmly, his eyes were like looking at a group of ants, full of contempt and disregard. He said softly: "I was going to give you a chance before I finished this cigarette, but now it seems that I don't need to give you this chance. You all should just die." His voice was calm and resolute, as if he had already sentenced the six people to death.

As the first word fell, Xiao Chen's figure suddenly flashed, like a ghost, and instantly appeared in front of Jiao Heng. Jiao Heng didn't even have time to react. He only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and his throat was grabbed by Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen's fingers were like iron pliers, tightly pinching Jiao Heng's throat, making him unable to react at all. He could only stare at Xiao Chen with his eyes wide open and a face full of horror.

"Aren't you going to kill me? Go ahead!" Xiao Chen stared at Jiao Heng, whose face was flushed red, and smiled disdainfully. His smile was full of mockery and amusement, as if he was looking at a dying prey. His eyes flashed with a cold light, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and look directly into the depths of Jiao Heng's soul.

"I...you..." Jiao Heng tried his best to open his mouth, but only a broken and weak sound came out of his throat, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence. His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if he saw the shadow of death approaching him step by step.

Xiao Chen's hands, like iron clamps, tightly gripped his throat, making his breathing instantly rapid and difficult. The air could not flow smoothly into his lungs. His face gradually turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged due to extreme pain and struggle.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you now, because I have something else to do later. You should get some sleep first." Xiao Chen's voice was calm and indifferent, without a trace of ripples, as if he was not pinching a person's throat, but an insignificant object. After saying that, he suddenly raised his arm and slapped Jiao Heng's face hard. The slap was so powerful that the air made a sharp whistling sound because of the force. Jiao Heng's head was suddenly tilted by the slap, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he had not figured out what happened, and then his eyes rolled up and he fainted.

A powerful warrior at the peak of the Dragon Pill Realm could not even block a slap from Xiao Chen. He looked so fragile, like a child who had no ability to fight back.

In the shadows far away, Jin Xianchu hid himself tightly, his body pressed tightly against the wall, not daring to breathe. However, this sudden scene still frightened him to death.

His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, and he stared at Xiao Chen in horror, his mouth wide open, but no sound came out. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and his heart was filled with despair and fear.

He knew that he was no match for Xiao Chen and that staying here would lead to his death. So, he turned around and ran away desperately without hesitation. At this time, he could no longer care about what was happening here. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to escape from this horrible place as soon as possible. His steps were hurried and he stumbled in the darkness, as if countless evil spirits were chasing him.

Xiao Chen looked indifferently in the direction where Jin Xianchu fled, with a disdainful smile on his lips. His eyes flashed with a cold light, as if they could penetrate the darkness and look directly into the depths of Jin Xianchu's soul. "Can you escape from the one I'm targeting?" He said softly. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of confidence and determination, as if this was an indisputable fact.

Immediately, Xiao Chen casually threw the extinguished cigarette butt in his hand. In the eyes of others, this was just an ordinary action, but the cigarette butt drew an arc in the air, like a terrifying hidden weapon, with a sharp momentum, cutting through the dark air.

It was incredibly fast and in the blink of an eye it flew behind Jin Xianchu, and with a "puff" sound, it accurately pierced Jin Xianchu's back.

Jin Xianchu only felt a sharp pain in his back, as if he was stabbed by a sharp blade. Then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness. He fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string and never got up again.

Xiao Chen didn't even bother to check whether the other person was dead or not. He made his move knowing what he was doing. For him, whether to kill a person or not was entirely dependent on his mood and willingness.

If he doesn't want to kill someone, he won't kill him; if he wants to kill someone, that person will definitely not survive! His eyes flashed with a cold and ruthless light, as if he was a god of death who held the power of life and death. In front of him, life was so fragile and insignificant. He slowly turned around and his eyes fell on the remaining few people again. (End of this chapter)