My Ares Son-in-Law

A chuckle mixed with a sneer came from the receiver, and Yang Tian felt the cold sweat on his back soaking through his brocade gown.

He looked at the diagram of the Yang family's Thirty-Six Celestial Constellations hanging on the wall of the study and suddenly discovered that the points of the array embroidered with gold thread were like countless pairs of eyes staring at him, as if mocking the impending crisis of the Yang family.

Thunder roared outside the window, as if a rainstorm was about to hit, shattering the last words of Xiao Chen's last sentence "Remember to prepare the coffin", and also cast a more solemn atmosphere on the upcoming war.

Yang Tian stood alone in the study. The light was dim and flickering, casting his slender shadow on the wall, stretching it out.

He held the phone tightly in both hands, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Chen's voice, which was somewhat teasing and disdainful, was like a sharp needle, pricking his nerves again and again.

"Xiao Chen, do you dare to fight? Today is a fight of life and death. The complicated grudge between you and me will be completely settled in this battle!" Yang Tian gritted his teeth, his voice low and full of anger, every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest, with a determination to perish together.

He knew very well that Xiao Chen was very powerful. He had become famous in the martial arts world in recent years and was ruthless and treacherous.

But the Yang family's status in this city cannot be violated. Those family members who died tragically because of Xiao Chen, especially his own son Yang Xiong, that young and vibrant life disappeared so suddenly, which made him, as a father, heartbroken.

Yang Xiong was an extremely outstanding young member of the Yang family and should have had a bright future, but he died because of Xiao Chen's conspiracy.

"When the Yang family goes to war, I'll be the only one there! You should have heard of my cultivation!" Yang Tian pretended to be calm, trying to cover up his inner uneasiness with these tough words.

He tried to straighten his back, wanting to show the Yang family's dignity and confidence, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Chen was leaning comfortably on a lounge chair by the villa's artificial lake.

The moonlight sprinkled on the sparkling lake, creating layers of silver ripples. The surrounding flowers and plants swayed gently in the breeze, emitting bursts of elegant fragrance.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a hint of amusement and contempt flashed in his eyes, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to fall into a trap.

"Fight alone? What if you lose?" Xiao Chen spoke slowly, his voice lazy but with an irresistible sense of oppression.

He casually picked a willow leaf from the lake and played with it gently on his fingertips. The willow leaf turned between his slender fingers like a nimble butterfly. "The Yang family should not refuse to pay after losing. The world cannot afford to lose this kind of people."

Yang Tian unconsciously increased the strength of his hand holding the phone, as if he wanted to crush the phone.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his voice was still trembling: "The grudges are wiped out! But if you lose, you will be buried with the dead people of the Yang family! This is what you owe to the Yang family!"

"No need to say more." Xiao Chen interrupted him lazily, moving his eyes away from the lake and looking at the rolling dark clouds in the sky.

The dark clouds were like ferocious beasts, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced towards the city. In the distance, there was a faint rumble of thunder, as if nature was playing a battle song for the upcoming life-and-death duel. "Send me the location and time. I want to meet you and see how strong the Yang family's fist is." After saying that, he hung up the phone without hesitation.

Yang Tian listened to the busy tone on the phone and felt mixed emotions.

He slowly put down his phone, and slumped in his chair as if all his strength had been drained away.

He was not sure about this battle, but he had no choice. For the dignity of the Yang family and for the dead, he could only fight to the death. On the other side of the city, a heavy and sad atmosphere filled the Yang family mansion.

Yang Wei, an elderly man over 70 years old, was sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, staring at the family genealogy on the wall with empty eyes.

In the family tree, Yang Xiong's name is particularly eye-catching. He is his most beloved grandson, the one he has watched grow up and the hope of the family whom he has placed high hopes on.

Yang Wei's eyes were cloudy and tears were welling up in his eye sockets, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

His body was shaking slightly, as if a gust of wind would blow him down.

He tremblingly took out the pipe he carried with him and wanted to light a cigarette to ease the grief in his heart.

However, his hands were shaking so badly that the flame of the lighter flickered and went out again and again, and he could not light a cigarette.

"Xiong'er, grandpa is useless and failed to protect you..." Yang Wei murmured to himself, his voice low and hoarse, as if it was a sigh coming from the depths of time.

His mind kept appearing the image of Yang Xiong when he was alive, that bright smile, that energetic figure, but now all of them have vanished into thin air.

The dim study was filled with the scent of stale sandalwood. The heavy curtains blocked out the light from the outside. Only a few faint candlelights flickered in the corner, casting mottled shadows.

"Yang Tian," Yang Wei's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the silent space, as if carrying a heavy weight. He spoke slowly to the darkness, his eyes like torches, penetrating through the layers of darkness, falling on the tall but faintly nervous figure in the shadows, "This battle can only be won, not lost. The Yang family's reputation cannot be shattered by a junior."

The old man's face was firm and stern. The years had carved deep wrinkles on his face, and each wrinkle seemed to be a witness to the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Yang family.

His eyes showed both his persistence in upholding the family honor and a hint of worry about the upcoming war.

The Yang family has been rooted in this city for many years and has a great reputation. If they lose in this life-and-death duel with Xiao Chen, the prestige accumulated by the Yang family over the years will be destroyed and they will become a laughing stock in the world.

There was a slight rustle of clothes in the darkness, as if a breeze was blowing by, carrying a sense of determination and perseverance.

Yang Tian knelt on one knee, his posture straight as a pine tree. He lowered his head slightly, but his voice was loud and firm: "Father, don't worry, I will bring Xiao Chen's head to comfort my son's spirit in heaven."

Yang Tian clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The image of his son Yang Xiong when he was alive kept appearing in his mind. His clever eyes and lively smile had now turned into endless grief.

Yang Xiong was the rising star of the Yang family, but he was killed due to Xiao Chen's conspiracy.

This battle was not only for the Yang family's reputation, but also for revenge for his son.

On the other side of the city, Xiao Chen was standing by the artificial lake in his villa. (End of this chapter)