My Ares Son-in-Law

When I arrived outside the door, the familiar and dazzling car was parked there quietly. In the slightly cold sunlight in the early morning, the car body reflected the cold light, as if silently telling the tragic story that had just happened.

Li Tian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his trembling hands still betrayed his inner fear.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and the moment his fingertips touched the car door handle, he shrank back suddenly as if he had touched hot charcoal, but finally he gritted his teeth and pulled the door open with force.

The moment the car door opened, a strong and pungent smell of blood hit them in the face, as if a ferocious beast had opened its bloody mouth and was about to swallow everyone.

Immediately afterwards, several bodies rolled out of the car, fell heavily to the ground, and raised a cloud of dust.

The corpses had distorted faces, blood gushing from all seven orifices, and the wounds on their bodies were horrifying. Some were cut by sharp blades, so deep that the bones were visible; others seemed to have their internal organs shattered by a powerful force, and dark red blood foam continued to flow out of their mouths and noses.

For a moment, there was complete silence all around, as if time had stopped at this moment.

There were only the intermittent angry gasps, like a long-suppressed volcano that could erupt at any time.

Yang Wei opened his eyes wide, staring at the corpse on the ground, the anger in his eyes almost burning everything to ashes.

His hands were clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and made a crackling sound, as if he wanted to release the anger through his hands.

At the same time, at the quiet and beautiful lakeside in the ancient city's villa area, the sunlight shone through the layers of sycamore branches and sprinkled on Xiao Chen's shoulders like broken gold.

He lazily curled up on the bench, his posture casual and relaxed, as if blending into everything around him.

He was wearing a plain white sweatshirt, the dark patterns on the sweatshirt appeared and disappeared with his movements, like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark, seemingly lazy but actually containing endless danger.

Xiao Chen swung his legs, his eyes casually fixed on the mobile phone screen, which showed four missed calls, all from the same number.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, forming an arc that seemed like a smile, but not a smile. There was a hint of playfulness and disdain in that smile, like the laziness of a cat playing with a mouse, as if everything was under his control.

The phone rang again, and the clear ringtone sounded particularly abrupt by the quiet lake.

Xiao Chen pressed the answer button slowly, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up, as if he had not yet fully awakened from a sweet dream: "Who is this?"

"Yang Tian." A cold voice came from the other end of the phone. The voice sounded like it came from an ice cellar, mixed with the crackling sound of electricity, and carried endless murderous intent and anger. "Xiao Chen, you are so cruel. Four people from my Yang family died in your hands!"

When Xiao Chen heard this, he was stunned at first, then he raised his head and laughed. The laughter was hearty and unrestrained, scaring away the sparrows perched on the treetops.

His laughter echoed around the lake, as if it was a provocation to Yang Tian's anger.

His fingertips gently stroked the dark patterns on his cuffs, his movements casual and relaxed, as if what he had just heard was just an insignificant joke.

"I don't know him." Xiao Chen said calmly, as if he was talking about the weather. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes, as if Yang Tian was nothing more than a clown in his eyes.

When Yang Tian on the other end of the phone heard Xiao Chen's answer, he suddenly roared, and the sound seemed to break the telephone line: "You are still pretending to be confused, but my son died in your hands! Don't think you can escape, my Yang family will never let you go!" Xiao Chen leaned against the mottled old locust tree, rubbing the sword marks of varying depths on the bark with his fingertips.

Those crisscrossing marks were like ancient battle scars, recording the years of grievances between him and the Yang family.

The twilight cast a layer of blood-red halo around him, as if even the air was stained by the impending bloody storm.

His voice was filled with the coldness accumulated from years of fighting: "Oh, you are Yang Xiong's father, but what you said is interesting."

He flicked the fallen leaves off his shoulders with his fingers. The dead leaves swirled across the telephone line, each one like a banner fluttering on the battlefield. "Your son asked me to go to Beishan Park. What is his plan? Don't you know? The governor is allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps? This ancient city is not up to the Yang family to have the final say!"

The chuckle that escaped from his throat mixed with the evening breeze, startling the strange cries of night owls in the treetops. It seemed as if the sound was also cheering for the upcoming battle.

The sound of broken porcelain could be heard from the receiver, as if it was the embodiment of Yang Tian's anger.

Yang Tian's violent breathing sounded like the sawing of an old bellows, and each sound carried suppressed anger and fear.

After a while, a hoarse roar came from the microphone: "Are you going to start a war with the Yang family? You should know that the twelve peak Tianhe Realm masters of the Yang family have already gathered, and two of the three Tianren Realm ancestors are also ready to take action..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden harsh sound of metal friction from the other end of the line, like a sign of a weapon being unsheathed.

Xiao Chen picked up a pebble from the ground and played with it in his hand like a hidden weapon.

The sunlight flowed along the pebbles, casting a cold and eerie light on the pile of fallen leaves, and that light was like the fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

"Start a fight?" He suddenly threw a pebble up, and then it fell back into his hand. The buzzing sound startled a group of dormant beetles, as if even the insects could sense the impending danger. "I couldn't ask for more. You Yang family has so many experts. I want to see how many of them you can withstand my killing."

The pebble suddenly flew out of his hand and hit a rotten wood in the distance. The rotten wood shattered with a sound, just like the remains of countless enemies he had killed. "Last time in East City, so many strong men from the Amei Group were nothing more than the dead souls of my men. The screams of those people are still echoing in my ears."

He suddenly raised his foot and crushed the cricket at his feet. Black juice splashed in the cracks of the blue bricks. The scene seemed to crush the Yang family's arrogance.

"I hope you won't let me down." With a sneer, Xiao Chen's voice became even colder.

"By the way, if there are any external aids, go look for them." Amid the dull thud of dead branches falling to the ground, Xiao Chen reached out to catch the falling locust leaves, his nails digging deeply into the veins of the leaves, as if he wanted to carve all his hatred for the Yang family into the leaf.

"The guy from the Oracle Sect knelt down quite decisively. I wonder if the old guys from the Yang family are strong enough? I am looking forward to seeing how long you can hold out under my sword."

Yang Tian on the other end of the phone suddenly staggered back, and his lower back hit the sandalwood eight-immortals table, making a dull sound.

The files from last night kept flashing before his eyes. The corpses of the Dongcheng Amei Group were scattered all over the ground, and the smell of blood permeated the three layers of floor tiles. Every corpse there was a proof of Xiao Chen's strength.

At the martial arts conference, a peak Tianhe Realm warrior was killed and his cultivation was destroyed. This was a warning to all challengers.

The most horrifying thing was the farce at the Oracle Sect. In front of the entire sect, the white-haired Grand Elder slammed his knees heavily on the bluestone steps, and the blood oozing from his forehead dyed the floor tiles red. This scene completely broke the balance of power in the martial arts world. (End of this chapter)