My Ares Son-in-Law

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.

However, there was no sign of appreciating the beautiful scenery on Xiao Chen's face.

"Climbing alone? No matter winning or losing, all grudges will be cancelled? Fighting alone?" Xiao Chen sneered, his laughter full of disdain and ridicule. The voice was chilling, echoing around the lakeside of the villa, startling a group of water birds that were originally nesting by the lake.

The water birds flapped their wings in panic, flew into the night sky, and made bursts of shrill cries.

The young man's eyes were cold enough to freeze, like two sharp blades, piercing straight into the distance.

He didn't have a good impression of this so-called martial arts family.

In his opinion, these martial arts families rely on their family power and inheritance to act rampantly in the world and trample on the dignity and lives of others.

The Yang family is no exception. They appear to be righteous on the surface, but they do shameful things behind the scenes.

"If the other party can keep their promise, even wild boars can climb trees." Xiao Chen muttered to himself, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

He knew the true colors of these martial arts families too well. They would use any means to achieve their goals.

The so-called offset of grievances was just empty talk. But even so, he was not afraid at all. Since the Yang family took the initiative to provoke him, he would have some fun with them.

The agreed time is 12 noon tomorrow, and the agreed location is the top of Beishan Mountain in the ancient city, which is even more remote than Beishan Park.

Beishan Park is still crowded during the day, with tourists enjoying the scenery, relaxing and having fun, full of vitality and vigor. But at night, there are not many people, and even in broad daylight, it is difficult to see a single person at the top of Beishan Mountain.

Without sufficient strength, it is not easy to climb the mountain.

Beishan is like a broken sword inserted between heaven and earth, towering into the clouds and majestic.

The cliffs are shrouded in clouds and mist, as if giant white dragons are shuttling through the mountains, giving people a feeling of mystery and danger.

The winding path to the north was looming in the morning mist, like the tongue of an evil spirit, which was daunting.

At around ten o'clock the next day, the sound of footsteps was heard on the mountain path, as if it were the soft singing of mountain elves.

Yang Tian put his hands behind his back and walked slowly. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be in step with the drumbeat of fate.

This middle-aged man, who is one of the twelve people in the Yang family who are at the peak of the Tianhe Realm, is Yang Xiong's father.

His face was stern and his eyes revealed firmness and determination.

He was dressed in a black suit with a golden belt around his waist, which added a bit of majesty to his appearance.

The long black hair fluttered in the wind like a black waterfall.

He carried a long sword on his back, the scabbard of which was engraved with exquisite patterns and emitted a faint light.

This sword is a family heirloom of the Yang family. It has accompanied him through countless battles and witnessed his glory and splendor.

As Yang Tian walked, he recalled every detail of his son Yang Xiong.

Those laughter and tears have now become the most precious memories in his heart.

He knew that this battle was not only for the Yang family's reputation, but also to give an explanation to his son.

He secretly swore that he would make Xiao Chen pay a heavy price and make him regret his actions for the rest of his life.

As we walked deeper and deeper, the mysterious atmosphere of Beishan became stronger. The surrounding trees were tall and dense, with intertwined branches and leaves, blocking the sunlight completely, leaving only mottled light and shadows.

The fog in the mountains became thicker and thicker, like a layer of white gauze, tightly wrapping Yang Tian.

He could feel that danger was approaching step by step, but he did not retreat at all and walked towards the top of the mountain resolutely...

The death of his son was like a bolt from the blue, shattering his world in an instant.

That once lively face and cheerful laughter now became sharp blades piercing his heart.

Naturally, he had to avenge his son. This was not only a father's mission, but also an unspeakable obsession deep in his heart.

He took heavy steps, and every step he took seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force.

The bluestone steps under his feet were actually covered with spider-web-like cracks under the impact of his surging anger and tremendous inner strength.

The crack quickly spread out from his feet, making a crackling sound, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

The dead leaves on the roadside were already crumbling, and at this moment, frightened by the powerful pressure, they fell to the ground, like butterflies with broken wings, floating helplessly in the air.

The mountain stream, which originally gurgled and cheerfully played the music of nature, now seemed to feel this terrifying pressure and quietly changed its direction. The originally straight river channel became winding, as if it was avoiding some terrible existence.

He is Yang Tian, ​​the mainstay of the Yang family, a master who usually stays at home and rarely takes action.

His position in the Yang family is very crucial, like a stabilizing force, guarding the family's peace and glory.

On weekdays, he focuses on planning family affairs and teaching the younger generations, and will not easily get involved in disputes in the martial arts world.

However, the tragic death of his son broke his long-standing peace and forced him to come out again and embark on this road of revenge full of unknowns and dangers.

Now that he has come out again, the bronze sword tassel hanging from his waist sways gently in the wind.

The bronze sword tassel, after years of baptism, has long lost its original luster and become mottled.

The red rope wrapped around the sword tassel had long since faded to dark brown, as if it had been stained with blood, exuding an indescribable weirdness and solemnity.

This dark brown red rope looks worn out, but it still hides murderous intent. Every time it swings, it seems to be telling the story of past killings and glory.

He climbed towards the top of Beishan Mountain step by step, each step being firm and resolute.

Time passed quietly under his feet. When he finally reached the top of the mountain, he raised his hand and looked at his mobile phone.

The strike of twelve seemed to be blocked by thick clouds, and it echoed muffledly in the clouds. The dull sound was like the roar of war drums, or the call of fate, which startled his heart.

His eyes swept across the empty plain around him. A strong wind was howling past the mountain top, blowing up the dust and dead leaves on the ground, making a "woooo" sound.

He took a deep breath, calmed his inner turmoil, and then dialed Xiao Chen's number.

The ringing of a bell suddenly exploded from the depths of the dense forest ahead. The sharp sound was particularly harsh on the silent mountain top.

The sudden ringing of the bell startled Yang Tian so much that his pupils shrank suddenly, and his originally calm face instantly became alert.

He unconsciously clenched his hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was ready for a fierce battle at any time. (End of this chapter)