My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's voice echoed in the park area for a long time.

Yang Lie stood aside, and when he heard Xiao Chen's arrogant words, his eyes became grim, like two cold daggers.

He said coldly: "This place has good feng shui, it is just right for burying a fool like you who doesn't know how to live or die! Every inch of land here will become your burial place. Even if you beg for mercy later, it will be too late."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a gloomy aura.

"Want to kill someone? Do it quickly!"

Xiao Chen was not moved at all. He moved his neck, and the joints made crisp sounds. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet park area.

His eyes were firm and fearless, like a towering mountain that could not be shaken by the wind and rain. "Don't dither here like a woman. I, Xiao Chen, will stand here today to see what you can do to me!"

Yang Xiong glanced at Xiao Chen, with a sinister arc at the corner of his mouth, which contained endless malice and provocation.

His eyes were filled with undisguised contempt, as if Xiao Chen was just an ant that he could crush at will: "If you have the ability, you can gather some men. I want to see what kind of team you can put together. I'm afraid that in the end, you won't even have a few minions to run errands for you and pass on messages. You can only die here alone and become an unknown corpse in this park area."

He deliberately dragged out the last note, and the ending sound hissed like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and his words were full of provocation and sarcasm.

Xiao Chen lowered his eyes slightly, and his long and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his cheek, like a cloud occasionally floating across the quiet night sky.

His slender fingers gently pinched an exquisite cufflink. The cufflink was made of an unknown metal, and the surface was engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns. It shone with a cold luster in the dim light, like the twinkling stars in the cold night, or like an exquisite murderous weapon, exuding a hint of danger.

His fingers fiddled with the cufflinks deftly, the metal buttons fluttering up and down between his fingers, sometimes dancing like nimble butterflies, sometimes like sharp daggers ready to strike. Every movement was precise and elegant, as if playing a silent but murderous piece of music.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and playful, like the distant sound of a bell echoing in an ancient alley in the middle of the night, with an indescribable allure: "Yang Xiong, how come I am so obedient? As soon as you waved, I obediently went to the appointment? Could it be that your so-called 'invitation' contains some 'temptation' that I can't resist?"

"You are just overconfident and take advantage of others!"

When Yang Xiong heard Xiao Chen's words, it was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He sneered out loud, and his laughter echoed in the empty park area, with undisguised sarcasm and contempt.

The mockery on his face became even stronger, and his already sinister eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a ruthlessness and calculation like a venomous snake.

"You are just relying on your own cultivation to act wildly in the ancient city? Do you really think that the Yang family is a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone?"

As Yang Xiong spoke, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back slightly, with an extremely arrogant attitude, as if he had already won, and Xiao Chen was just an ant that was about to be crushed under his feet.

"There are many powerful people in our clan, and any one of them can make you suffer. Not to mention that there are masters at the peak of the Tianhe realm, and the ancestors at the Tianren realm are the pillars of our Yang family. Your ability is just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree. You will definitely die today!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his saliva flying in the air, his eyes flashing with madness, as if he had already seen the miserable scene of Xiao Chen kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Xiao Chen shook his head slightly upon hearing that. The strands of hair on his forehead swayed gently with the movement, casting a flickering shadow under the light. The shadow condensed into a deep pool in his eyes, which was bottomless, making it impossible to tell whether he was angry, disdainful, or still calm at the moment.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, but that smile hid endless chill, like the coldest wind in winter. "Not even close."

His tone was calm, but it inexplicably made people feel a chill running from the soles of their feet straight up to the top of their heads, as if an invisible sharp blade was hanging over their heads.

Yang Xiong raised his eyebrows, with a playful look on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse, and that playful smile was full of provocation and contempt.

He spread his hands, shrugged, and said, "Oh? Is there any mystery here? Tell me, let me open my eyes and see what other tricks you can play. Don't wait until we beat you to a pulp and still insist on being stubborn."

His voice was full of sarcasm, as if Xiao Chen was just a toy that he could play with at will.

In an instant, Xiao Chen raised his head suddenly, and the movement was as fast as lightning, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the night sky.

The murderous intent surging in his eyes was like a poisoned blade, cold and sharp, as if it could chop everything in the world into pieces.

The air around him suddenly became cold, like the howling north wind in the cold winter, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill that made the air around him seem to solidify.

His smile was cold enough to freeze the blood, and the curve at the corner of his mouth revealed endless cruelty and determination.

He spoke word by word, "Because I am more than enough to send you off. Today, no matter how many people from your Yang family come, you must stay here and become a pile of bones in this park!"

The sound was like a curse coming from the depths of hell, carrying a terrifying power that echoed in the park for a long time.

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Yang Xiong's heart with a tremendous force, causing his temple to throb, as if countless ants were gnawing at it frantically.

His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and the wet clothes stuck to his skin, bringing a biting chill.

A chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his heart, and rushed up his spine to the top of his head. He couldn't help but shiver, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast hiding in the darkness, and his life and death depended on the other party's thoughts.

Yang Xiong's face turned pale as paper in an instant, his lips lost their color, and he trembled slightly. He wanted to open his mouth to refute and save some face for himself and the Yang family.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, a thunderous roar like a sharp blade cut off his words.

"You are talking nonsense! You don't know how high the heaven is or how deep the earth is!"

Yang Lie's eyes were wide open, burning with rage, as if he wanted to burn Xiao Chen to ashes.

The aura around him suddenly surged, like a volcano about to erupt; tremendous spiritual power surged out of his body, forming a powerful gust of air that swept in all directions.

The concrete floor beneath his feet cracked rapidly like a spider web under the impact of his tremendous force, and the cracks spread out in all directions like ferocious venomous snakes, with gravel flying and dust flying. (End of this chapter)