My Ares Son-in-Law

When the succubus heard this, she didn't get angry but laughed instead. Her laughter was clear and pleasant, yet it also carried a hint of frightening meaning.

She shook her hair gently and said elegantly: "Blue Blood, come and tell him why I touched him." Her tone was relaxed and casual, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

Lanxue was the man who had just made the move. He was tall and wore a black tights that perfectly outlined his muscular figure. At this moment, he slowly turned around and looked down at Jiao Heng lying on the ground.

His face was extremely pale, without a single color of blood. Under the dim light, he looked just like the vampire that had crawled out of the dark abyss as rumored, emitting a cold and strange aura.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of indifference and disdain, and he said coldly: "You six masters at the peak of the Dragon Pill Realm went together to surround and kill Xiao Chen, and what happened? Four lost their lives, and two fled. The King of Divine Legs ran fast and luckily saved his life, but you, Jiao Heng, betrayed the camp and joined Xiao Chen, working for him like a saddle. Am I right?"

His voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to carry icy chips, piercing Jiao Heng's heart.

When Jiao Heng heard this, his eyes widened instantly, and his eyes were full of panic and fear.

He hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice: "That's not true! I, Jiao Heng, am loyal to the company and have never sided with Xiao Chen. You are slandering me!" While he was loudly arguing, he struggled to stand up, as if he wanted to prove his innocence with his actions.

The corner of Lanxue's mouth slightly raised, and he let out a mocking sneer. The sneer seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, making people shudder.

He shook his head slightly and said disdainfully, "Wei Wentong has explained everything clearly, and you are still pretending to be ignorant. It seems that you really don't know how powerful the company's methods are. In front of the company's intelligence network, those little tricks you thought were secretive are completely exposed."

After saying that, Lanxue waved his hand, his movements were elegant but with unquestionable majesty. In an instant, two burly black-robed men, who looked like iron towers, took steady and powerful steps, dragging the dying Wei Wentong in as easily as carrying a chicken.

At this moment, Wei Wentong was extremely skinny and emaciated, with hollow eyes in his sunken eye sockets. The only remaining ray of light was filled with panic and fear, as if he had suffered the most horrible thing in the world. His body was shaking like a sieve, and every inch of his skin told of endless despair.

"How dare you, a bunch of foreign villains, act so recklessly in the territory of Dragon Country! Aren't you afraid that the God of War will crush you to ashes after he finds out?"

Upon seeing this, Jiao Heng's eyes instantly widened into a circle, as if his eyeballs were about to burst out of their sockets. Veins bulged on his neck, and he was like a mad beast, emitting an aura of anger all over his body. He roared at Lanxue and the others, and the sound seemed to break through the world, shaking the air around him.

"God of War?" Upon hearing this, the succubus was startled at first, and then she couldn't help but chuckle. The laughter was crisp and pleasant, but also carried a bit of sarcasm, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"If he were still alive, I would really like to meet him and fight with him. It's a pity that with the passage of time, he might have turned into a pile of earth by now. If we were not concerned about the reputation of the four sacred places of Dragon Kingdom and did not want to make things too awkward, why would we be so secretive? Not to mention searching your soul, even if we turn you into a lunatic or even take your life, who would dare to stand up and support you?" As the succubus spoke, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of disdain, her slender fingers gently fiddling with the hair by her ears, her posture lazy but full of arrogance.

Upon hearing this, Jiao Heng's face turned pale and blue, changing like a color palette. He clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged with effort. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, flowing freely along his cheeks, gathering into drops at his chin, and fell to the ground with a "pa".

"I admit that I am no match for Xiao Chen. He put a restriction on me and I had no choice but to obey his orders. But I am loyal to the company, as the sun and the moon can attest. I have never done anything to betray the company. You can't treat me like this!" Jiao Heng said as he leaned forward slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his eyes full of pleading and unwillingness.

"Prohibition?" The succubus raised her lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, as if she knew everything. Then she waved her hand gently, her movements light and graceful. A middle-aged man in Taoist robes and with an immortal look walked out steadily from the crowd.

This person was none other than Tian Wuzi from Xuantian Temple. He was dressed in a gray Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves. He walked to Jiao Heng with steady steps, with a warm smile on his face, as warm as the sun in spring. “I am Tian Wuzi, and I have studied a little about the art of prohibition. Let me find out for you.”

After saying that, Tian Wuzi lightly tapped the index finger of his right hand, and a faint blue light appeared at the fingertips. A faint blue light instantly sank into Jiao Heng's brows, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

For a moment, Jiao Heng felt a chill spreading rapidly from his brows to his whole body, as if a cold stream was running through his meridians. It seemed as if countless small insects were crawling in his mind, making it itchy and unbearable. He couldn't help but want to reach out and scratch it, but he couldn't move.

At the same time, Tian Wuzi's hands danced quickly like phantoms, his ten fingers were agile, as if he was weaving an invisible net. Rays of golden light continuously poured from his palms into Jiao Heng's body. The golden light was dazzling and carried a mysterious power.

As the golden light poured in, the restrictions in Jiao Heng's body began to tremble violently, like a candle in a strong wind, and it was about to fall. After just a moment, it "banged" and turned into countless pieces and dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a wisp of light green smoke.

Tian Wuzi retracted his magic, his hands slowly dropped, still with a smile on his face, he looked at Jiao Heng: "The restrictions this person set up are just some crude means, in my eyes, not worth mentioning. Now, the donor has nothing to worry about, and can serve the company wholeheartedly."

As Tian Wuzi spoke, he nodded slightly, his eyes full of confidence and determination. His expression seemed to announce to everyone that there was no restriction in the world that he could not solve.

When Jiao Heng heard that Tian Wuzi had lifted the restrictions in his body, he instantly became alert. He quickly closed his eyes and circulated his internal energy. The familiar power surged through his meridians, and wherever it went, the feeling of stagnation that had been bound by the restrictions had disappeared.

He felt relaxed all over, as if he had been reborn. He could no longer suppress his joy, and his face flushed with excitement. (End of this chapter)