My Ares Son-in-Law

As Yang Tian listened to Xiao Chen's words, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty. His throat seemed to be choked by a hard stone, and every time he swallowed his saliva, he felt a piercing pain.

His eyes were filled with astonishment and fear. The smug look that originally seemed to indicate he had won had long since disappeared without a trace, replaced by deep fear and disbelief.

He suddenly realized that this seemingly young and vigorous opponent in his early twenties was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Before the fight, Yang Tian never took Xiao Chen seriously. He just thought he was some ignorant kid who tried to challenge the authority of the Yang family.

But at this moment, Xiao Chen's confident expression seemed as if everything was under his control, as if the outcome of this battle had already been determined.

His words were as sharp as a knife, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the hearts of Yang Tian and others, leaving them powerless to fight back.

What made Yang Tian even more uneasy was the subtle and powerful aura emanating from Xiao Chen.

The breath was like a surging tide, rushing towards them wave after wave, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Yang Tian had only felt this kind of aura from the elders in his family who had unfathomable strength, but now, it appeared on a young man. How could he not be frightened?
The situation that was originally thought to be a sure win has become confusing at this moment.

Yang Tian felt his hands were trembling slightly, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and soaking his collar.

He secretly glanced at the six companions beside him and found that their faces were also very ugly, and their eyes were full of fear and hesitation.

They originally thought that with the combined efforts of seven people, they would be able to easily take down Xiao Chen, but now it seems that this idea is so naive and ridiculous.

Xiao Chen slowly dusted himself off, his movements graceful and calm, as if he was not facing a life-and-death battle but a relaxing outing.

There was a kind of disdain and contempt in his eyes, as if Yang Tian and others were nothing more than a group of jumping clowns in his eyes, and were not worthy of his full effort at all.

His fingers gently brushed across the corner of his clothes, brushing off the dust on it. Every movement seemed so chic and comfortable.

His eyes slowly swept over the seven Yang family masters, and those eyes were like two cold swords, piercing straight into their hearts.

The corner of his mouth was raised into a heart-pounding smile, that smile was like a ghost in the dark night, carrying a mysterious and dangerous aura.

It seemed that in his eyes, Yang Tian and others were just a group of lambs to be slaughtered, and this battle was just a game of his.

"Now, come on, let me try, if you join hands, how much stronger can you be than Yang Tian alone? Don't let me down. I hope you can bring me some surprises, otherwise this battle will be too boring."

Xiao Chen's voice carried a hint of ridicule and provocation, and his tone was like he was talking to a group of children, full of disdain and ridicule.

His voice echoed in the hall, making Yang Tian and others' faces even uglier.

Yang Tian felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of his heart. He clenched the weapon in his hand and shouted loudly: "Xiao Chen, don't be so arrogant! The seven of us will join forces to kill you!"

However, although his words were spoken in a decisive tone, there was a slight tremor in his voice, and it was obvious that he was not as calm as he appeared.

The other six Yang family masters also clenched their weapons, with a look of determination in their eyes.

They knew that this battle was unavoidable, and for the honor of their family, they had to fight with all their might.

However, their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety, not knowing how the battle would end.

The mountain wind was like an angry beast, howling and sweeping past, and its fierce momentum seemed to overturn the entire mountain. The strong wind swept up the gravel and the diffuse smoke on the ground. The gravel rolled and collided with each other in the strong wind, making a dense "crackling" sound, as if countless bullets were exploding in the ears.

The smoke was like a thick gray curtain, filling the air and making the entire scene even more blurry and dangerous, as if one was in a chaotic doomsday world.

Yang Tian stood in the strong wind, his body shaking slightly.

He clenched his shaking fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, as if he was about to crush his fingers.

He could clearly feel the inner Qi surging in his body, the powerful force rushing through his meridians like a beast trapped in a cage, madly trying to break free and release its terrifying power.

Every surge of true energy caused a sharp pain in his body, but he did not dare to relax at all.

He knew very well that this hunt, which he thought was a sure win, had now completely turned into a real battle of life and death.

Once, he thought that with the reputation of the Yang family and the joint efforts of seven masters, dealing with Xiao Chen would be a piece of cake.

But now, the situation is completely out of control. Every step may lead to the abyss of death, and every move may bring fatal consequences.

The images of his comrades who died in the battle kept appearing in his mind, and their tragic condition made him shudder.

What made him even more uneasy was that Xiao Chen was calm and confident from beginning to end.

There was always a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were calm and deep, as if everything was within his calculations.

That calm demeanor was like that of a chess player in control of the overall situation, and the seven of them were just chess pieces on the board that he could manipulate.

Yang Tian felt like a fool who was kept in the dark and was completely led by Xiao Chen.

This feeling of being completely controlled by his opponent filled him with anger and unwillingness, yet he was helpless.

He wanted to resist and break this passive situation, but he didn't know where to start.

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the clouds in the distance, as if the sky was torn open by an invisible giant hand.

A dazzling bolt of lightning struck another hilltop on Beishan Mountain like a sharp sword, instantly illuminating the dark hilltop.

The light of the lightning was so blinding and intense that it seemed to set the entire world on fire.

In this brief moment of brightness, Yang Tian was horrified to find that a shadow of a god of war appeared faintly behind Xiao Chen.

The shadow was tall and mighty, several feet high, like a towering mountain standing behind Xiao Chen.

He held a huge long sword in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light, as if it could cut off everything in the world.

A strong murderous aura emanated from his body, and that murderous aura was like a substance, spreading in all directions and making people shudder.

His eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he were a demon from hell, emitting a chilling aura. (End of this chapter)