My Ares Son-in-Law

Yang Lie turned into a black afterimage, and his speed was so fast that it was dazzling. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Xiao Chen like a ghost.

His fist pierced the air with a sharp sound like a cannonball fired from a gun, and with overwhelming force, he went straight for Xiao Chen's throat. His attack was as fierce as a tiger descending from a mountain and was unstoppable.

There was even a piercing sonic boom in the air, which was the sound produced by the violent friction between fists and the air, as if it was the horn blown by the god of death.

Xiao Chen, however, remained calm, with a hint of pity on his lips. His smile was full of disdain and ridicule for Yang Lie. His voice was as cold as if it came from the underworld, with a chill that made people's hair stand on end: "In your next life, remember to find a good family, and don't be so reckless."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Chen's body twisted strangely, as if it was being squeezed and deformed by an invisible giant hand.

His body teleported to Yang Lie's side like a ghost, so fast that it exceeded Yang Lie's reaction limit.

Xiao Chen's fist was wrapped with a fishy and sweet smell of blood. It was a terrifying aura condensed from the spiritual power and murderous intent in his body. It was like the scythe of the god of death, carrying a cold and deadly chill, and it hit the opponent's heart with a thunderous force.

The force of the fist penetrated into Yang Lie's body, like a surging tide, rushing wildly through his body. Wherever it went, his meridians were severed and his internal organs were shattered.

Yang Lie only felt a piercing pain spreading from his heart and instantly spread throughout his body, as if countless steel needles were stirring wildly in his body.

He wanted to struggle and resist, but found that his body was no longer under his control.

"boom!"

After a muffled sound, Yang Lie remained frozen in place, maintaining his punching posture, as if he had been cast under a spell.

His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and his eyes were wide open, filled with horror and disbelief, as if he had seen the most horrific thing in the world.

"You you. What realm are you in?"

He spoke with difficulty, his voice was hoarse and weak, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Before he could finish his words, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth like a fountain, staining his clothes and the ground beneath his feet red.

He fell straight back, hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

All vitality was gone, and the once invincible body was now like a puddle of mud, leaving only a pool of blood, which looked particularly glaring under the dim light.

"Uncle!"

Yang Xiong's heart-wrenching cry suddenly pierced the night sky. The sound was shrill and desperate, as if it was a wail bursting out from the depths of his soul.

His eye sockets instantly turned red, as if stained with blood. Tears were swirling wildly in his eyes, but he forced himself not to let them fall.

His legs seemed to have been drained of all strength, but in extreme grief he burst out with amazing power and staggered forward, each step making a "dong dong" sound on the ground, as if he was going to step out deep pits in the ground.

However, the other three old men were one step faster than him.

The internal energy around them was surging like raging waves in the sea. The internal energy carried a fierce momentum, as if it could crush everything around it into pieces.

The three of them, one on the left, one on the right, and one in the middle, surrounded Xiao Chen and attacked him. Their movements were coordinated and swift, like three ferocious cheetahs pouncing on their prey at the same time.

The old man on the left had a sturdy figure, and a soft iron whip appeared in his hand.

The whip was several meters long. The whip body was made of special fine iron and was extremely tough. The tip of the whip glowed with a cold blue light, as if it was poisoned, making people afraid to even approach it.

He flicked his wrist lightly, and the whip drew strange arcs in the air like a nimble venomous snake, whipping Xiao Chen fiercely with a whistling sound. The old man on the right was burly, with muscular body, holding a pair of cold and shining tiger-head double hooks in his hands.

The two hooks had a unique shape, with ferocious tiger heads carved on the hooks, with bared fangs and claws, looking lifelike, as if they would pounce out from the hooks at any time and devour people.

There was a strong murderous intent in his eyes, and the two hooks were dancing in his hands with great vigor. Every strike carried the power to split mountains and rocks, aiming directly at Xiao Chen's vital parts.

Although the old man in the middle did not use any weapons, his pair of iron fists looked extraordinary.

His hands were strong and sturdy, with thick knuckles covered with thick calluses, which were the marks left by long-term boxing practice.

His fists emitted a faint golden glow, as if containing endless power. Every punch he threw brought up a strong gust of wind, compressing the surrounding air and making it crackle.

Xiao Chen, however, remained calm and advanced instead of retreating.

He blasted out with his right fist, like a cannonball fired from a gun, with overwhelming force, meeting the soft whip of the old man on the left.

At the moment when the two powerful forces collided, the air seemed to be ignited, making a sharp explosion. The sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to pierce people's eardrums.

The strong energy flew in all directions like a sharp blade, and wherever it went, deep grooves were left on the ground, and the iron sheets of the containers were also cut into pieces.

Although the old man on the left is a top Tianhe Realm warrior, he is also very famous in the martial arts world and no one dares to provoke him.

But at this moment, in the collision with Xiao Chen's punch, he was like a fallen leaf in the wind, and was blown hundreds of meters away.

His body tumbled uncontrollably in the air like a kite with a broken string.

He finally managed to steady himself and land on the ground, but he felt unbearable pain in his hands. His knuckles were cracked and blood was dripping from the gaps between his fists, forming shocking blood flowers on the ground.

The soft iron whip was also twisted and deformed by the powerful force, like a snake with its bones pulled out, hanging limply on the ground.

While the other party was still unstable, Xiao Chen turned quickly and rushed towards the old man on the right like an arrow.

His speed was so fast that it was dazzling. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the old man on the right.

The old man had just raised his double hooks for defense, but before he could take the next step, he was hit by Xiao Chen.

The huge impact force was like an invisible mountain, pressing down hard on him and making him fly backwards like a kite with a broken string.

His body drew a long parabola in the air and slammed heavily onto a container in the distance.

With a "crack", the crisp sound of broken ribs was particularly harsh in the silent night sky. Most of his ribs were broken, and his body lost support in an instant and collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, staining his chest red.

The pair of tiger-head hooks also flew out of his hands and fell to the ground, making a crisp crash, as if it was the death knell of his failure.

Xiao Chen didn't give the other party any chance to breathe. He pushed the ground hard with his feet and leaped up like an arrow.

His figure drew a sharp arc in the air, and the spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, transforming into a powerful force that gathered on his right foot. (End of this chapter)