My Ares Son-in-Law

At this moment, Huang Ting was like a boat that lost its way in a storm, eager to find a harbor to take shelter from the wind. In his mind, this harbor was Huang Jin, the elder of the Hero Valley.

Huang Jin is not only an important figure in charge of public security in the Hero Valley, but also Huang Ting's uncle. In the Hero Valley, Huang Jin's strength is extremely strong, and he has reached the peak of the Dragon Pill Realm.

His reputation is well-known in the Valley of Heroes, and on weekdays, the disciples in the valley are all in awe of him.

Huang Ting knew that Huang Jin's strength was enough for any opponent to underestimate. He thought to himself, with Uncle Huang Jin coming forward, could these ignorant guys still be so rampant in front of his uncle? Thinking of this, Huang Ting felt a little more confident.

After finishing the call, Judge Huang breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head, looked at Shen Lingling, and forced a flattering smile on his face, saying, "Don't worry, Miss Shen. My uncle Huang Jin will be here soon. When the time comes, I will make this kid kneel down and kowtow to apologize to you. I will definitely not let him off easily."

As he spoke, he waved his hand in the air fiercely, as if to show Shen Lingling his determination. At this moment, he was like a servant eager to show off in front of his master, hoping that through his efforts, he could calm Shen Lingling down and at the same time save some face for Haohan Gu.

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Shen Lingling's face looked a little better, but not much better. She nodded slightly, her eyes still flickering with anger and unwillingness.

In her heart, she could only be completely happy when she saw Xiao Chen kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy. Her eyes fell on Xiao Chen again, full of malice and resentment, as if telling Xiao Chen that no matter how he struggled, he could not escape her grasp.

Shen Lingling was standing in the light at the moment, wearing a moon-white dress, like a fairy. The dress was embroidered with delicate spiritual patterns, which flickered with her every move. The emerald gem inlaid on her forehead was even more priceless, emitting a mysterious glow, as if it could see through everything in the world.

She raised her chin with a proud look, her eyes full of disdain and arrogance, as if she was looking down at an ant. The corners of her mouth were raised with a hint of sarcasm, as if nothing in the world caught her eye.

Xiao Chen sat leisurely on a carved sandalwood chair. The chair was made of sandalwood and exuded a faint wood fragrance. The texture of the chair revealed the accumulation of years.

He was playing with the wine glass in his hand. Although the wine glass was not made of any precious material, it was extremely transparent, and the wine in the glass exuded a mellow aroma. Looking at Shen Lingling's self-righteous look, Xiao Chen almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

I was very disdainful in my heart. If you find a strong man from the Prison Clan, I might be afraid. But you find a peak Dragon Pill Realm? Are you kidding me?
Xiao Chen shook his head slightly, with deep disdain in his eyes. In his eyes, this group of people were nothing but clowns.

Then, he turned to look at Zhao Chuanshen and others beside him, and a warm smile instantly appeared on his face, like the warm sunshine in spring: "Eat your food, eat your food, don't worry about what those idiots say, let's enjoy ourselves."

"That's right!" Zhao Chuanshen laughed heartily, and the laughter was as loud as a bell. He waved his right hand casually, and a gust of wind came out of his sleeves, and the cups on the table swayed a few times, showing his profound cultivation.

The rest of the people sat around the round table, all with excitement in their eyes, as if the provocation from Shen Lingling and others was nothing more than a farce and not worth mentioning at all.

Thinking back to the time in East City, it was a night with a blood moon hanging high in the sky, and the sky was dyed an eerie red.

Xiao Chen broke into the enemy camp alone, surrounded by shouts of killing. The flashing of swords and shadows, the blood mist filled the air, and many peak Dragon Pill Realm warriors turned into dead souls under his fierce attack. His figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, and wherever he went, the enemies were terrified.

Shen Lingling and Huang Ting, who usually live in the Oracle Gate, are like frogs in a well. They are so isolated from the news that they know nothing about Xiao Chen's great reputation. Now, with the passage of time, not to mention Xiao Chen, even Zhao Chuanshen has undergone earth-shaking changes in strength after countless life-and-death experiences. Countless times of wandering on the edge of life and death have made his strength far beyond the peak of the Dragon Pill Realm.

At this moment, even if Xiao Chen did not take action, Zhao Chuanshen alone was confident that he could deal with this provocation.

Although deep down they did not want to offend the Oracle Sect for no reason, after all, the Oracle Sect had a deep foundation and huge influence in the Eastern Region.

But since they want to gain benefits from Xiao Chen, they should be prepared to face difficulties.

If we can only share glory but not adversity, how can we be considered true allies? Zhao Chuanshen picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, and the warmth instantly spread throughout his body.

He glanced at Xiao Chen inadvertently, and sighed inwardly. Even though he was now a third-level Tianhe Realm expert, he still felt that Xiao Chen was unfathomable.

Xiao Chen was like an insurmountable mountain, and no one knew how much strength he had hidden. Every time he made a move, people were amazed, as if his power was endless.

If Shen Lingling knew that Xiao Chen's strength might have reached the peak of Tianhe Realm, she, who has always been arrogant, would be frightened out of her wits.

She had always regarded Xiao Chen as a nobody and a nobody, but she didn't know that even if Shen Huo, the supreme elder of the Oracle Sect who had been in seclusion for many years, came out in person, he would not be able to gain any advantage in front of Xiao Chen.

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhao Chuanshen's mouth slightly raised, and a hint of imperceptible sarcasm flashed in his eyes, as if he was mocking the ignorance and arrogance of Shen Lingling and others.

Shen Lingling has lived in the deep courtyard of Oracle Gate since she was a child, and has lived a life like the moon surrounded by stars.

She was surrounded by flattering looks and compliments, which limited her horizons to a small world. She was completely confused about Xiao Chen, a mysterious man with unpredictable strength, and had no idea what kind of extraordinary abilities he had.

Huang Ting was standing on the luxurious carpet in Juxian Pavilion at this moment. His dark purple robe fluttered slightly in the wind. The ancient patterns embroidered on the robe glowed faintly under the warm yellow light.

The token with the words "Hero Valley" hanging around his waist radiated a deep luster in the light, as if telling the past glory of the Hero Valley. However, he did not look as calm as a hero in the valley should be.

His neck was swollen like a ripe tomato, so red that it almost bled, and the veins on his face were bulging like little winding snakes.

"Boy, be smart and let Atuo go immediately. I'll let you go later. Otherwise, when my uncle comes, you won't even have a chance to regret it!" (End of this chapter)