My Ares Son-in-Law

Yang Tian looked down at his sunken chest. The sunken area was like a huge black hole, swallowing up his dignity and pride.

His fingertips brushed against the strange arc of the broken ribs. Every touch felt like a red-hot iron stirring between the flesh and skin. The piercing pain made him gasp.

A sweet and fishy taste of rust rose in his throat, and the smell of blood spread wildly in his mouth like a poisonous snake.

He ripped open his collar, exposing his throbbing neck.

The blue veins on his neck were like twisted earthworms, jumping wildly under his skin, as if they would burst at any time.

He looked like a dying beast that was still ready to devour people, exuding a terrifying aura.

"What are you still standing there for? I'm almost dying!" Yang Tian screamed at the top of his lungs. The sound seemed to be squeezed out from a broken throat, carrying with it endless anger and despair.

His voice was like a thunderclap, exploding on the top of North Mountain, shaking the loose rocks on the cliff and causing them to roll down and fall into the abyss like beads with broken strings.

The roar also startled the crows sleeping in the woods.

The originally quiet forest was broken in an instant, as a black flock of crows were startled from the branches. They flapped their wings, making shrill "cawing" sounds, and rushed towards the leaden sky like a black tide.

The leaden clouds were so heavy that they seemed to be pressing down, shrouding the entire Beishan Mountain in a depressing and terrifying atmosphere.

Xiao Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood was still warm and sticky on his hand.

He lowered his head slightly and gently picked up a blood-stained dead leaf with his fingertips. The dead leaf was already withered and fragile, and now it was soaked in blood, making it look even more desolate.

He rubbed the dead leaves gently, and the dead leaves made a slight cracking sound between his fingers. In the blink of an eye, they broke into powder and drifted away in the air with the wind.

"Are you at your wit's end, old man?" Xiao Chen sneered and raised his eyebrows, that smile was full of ridicule and disdain.

His eyes flashed with a cold light, like two sharp daggers, stabbing straight at Yang Tian. "We agreed to fight alone, but you guys have trampled the Yang family's face into the mud?"

His voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly on the windy mountaintop, carrying an unquestionable question.

Yang Tian threw his head back and laughed, his laughter was full of madness and determination.

His white hair danced wildly in the wind like a ghost, and every strand seemed to carry endless murderous intent.

There were still stains of blood between his hair, which were left in the fierce battle with Xiao Chen. At this moment, they were gently fluttering in the strong wind, like blood-colored petals.

"So what if the Wang family is called a coward if we can crush a monster like you to ashes? You can't escape today!" Yang Tian gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

His eyes revealed a crazy obsession, as if he would do anything to achieve this goal, even if it meant bearing infamy or sacrificing the dignity of his entire family.

Before he finished speaking, a deafening buzzing sound was heard from the sky.

The buzzing sound was like countless giant beasts roaring in the sky, getting closer and louder.

The propellers stirred up a ferocious vortex in the clouds, as if a huge hole had been torn in the sky, and a strong wind whistled out of the hole with a destructive momentum. Xiao Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he keenly sensed the coming of danger.

He looked at the six figures walking out of the dense forest. Those figures were like ghosts, looming in the twilight.

Their steps were steady and powerful, and each step carried an invisible sense of oppression, as if they were messengers from hell, coming to reap lives.

"You, the Yang family, are willing to spend a huge amount of money. Have you even moved out your ancestor's coffin? Are there a few people in the Heavenly Man Realm who have come?" Xiao Chen sneered, with a hint of ridicule and vigilance in his tone.

As he spoke, his eyes quickly swept across the cliffs of Beishan.

The broken walls and ruins cut by the strong energy glowed coldly in the twilight, like scars left by the years, witnessing countless battles and killings.

He was secretly thinking about how to deal with the situation in his mind. Surrounded by powerful enemies, he had to remain highly vigilant.

“Heavenly realm? Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?” A sinister look flashed across Yang Tian’s eyes. That look was like a poisonous snake in the dark, which made people shudder.

His right hand unconsciously stroked the soft sword at his waist that had been covered in dust for ten years. The soft sword was wrapped in a black scabbard with mysterious and ancient patterns engraved on it, as if hiding endless secrets.

The dried blood stains on the sword tassel fell off with his movements. Those blood stains were a testimony to his past glory and killings, but now they were like a foreshadowing of death, foreshadowing the cruelty and bloodiness of this battle.

“They are just six peak Tianhe realm warriors. Together with me, seven sharp blades are enough to chop you into pieces!” Yang Tian crossed his arms over his chest, an arrogant and confident smile on his face. That smile was like strange fireworks blooming in the night sky, with a bit of madness and cruelty.

He stared at the six helpers who were slowly walking out of the dense forest, his eyes full of determination.

These six people were all masters carefully trained by the Yang family, and each of them was very powerful. In his opinion, with the help of himself, who was a leader at the peak of the Tianhe Realm, it would be a piece of cake to deal with Xiao Chen.

As if he had already seen Xiao Chen kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, the corner of Yang Tian's mouth curled up in a cruel arc. That arc was as cold as a crescent moon, carrying an extreme desire for victory and contempt for his opponent.

In his mind, he even imagined the scene of Xiao Chen being beaten by the seven of them without any chance to fight back, kneeling on the ground in embarrassment and begging for mercy. This made him feel an irrepressible pleasure in his heart.

However, he did not notice at all the contemptuous smile that inadvertently revealed on the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth. That smile was like a cold light in the cold night, carrying a silent mockery.

Xiao Chen suddenly raised his head and laughed out loud. The laughter echoed in the mountains like a loud bell, making the air around him tremble.

The laughter scared the crows circling overhead and they fled in all directions. They flapped their wings and made terrified "cawing" sounds, as if they were fleeing from an impending disaster.

"Seven people want to trap me?" Xiao Chen's laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, as if two cold rays were shooting straight at Yang Tian and others.

His gaze was like a sharp blade, carrying an unparalleled deterrent power that made Yang Tian and others feel a chill in their hearts.

"You may have forgotten that Dongquan Mountain is not the Wang family's backyard! This place has high mountains and dense forests, and the terrain is complex. I can escape if I want to, and I can kill you if I want to. But you are smart for not bringing anyone from the Heavenly Man Realm with you, otherwise you would still die. In my eyes, anyone below the Heavenly Man Realm is like an ant."

Xiao Chen's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a great force, echoing clearly in the howling windy mountains. (End of this chapter)