My Ares Son-in-Law

Yang Tian's voice became hoarse and harsh due to extreme fear and unwillingness, echoing in the silent jungle and startling several crows perched on the branches.

The crows were startled by the sudden roar and flew towards the gloomy sky, making bursts of shrill cries, as if mourning for their lives that were about to disappear.

Yang Tian tried to use the reputation accumulated by the Yang family over a hundred years to intimidate his opponent. In his mind, the Yang family was a giant in the world of martial arts, with a profound foundation and many masters, and no one dared to provoke them easily.

He thought that as long as he mentioned the name of the Yang family, Xiao Chen would be afraid and let him go.

However, Xiao Chen just smiled coldly, and that smile was full of ridicule and disdain.

The cold light in his eyes flashed like a knife, as if it could pierce Yang Tian's soul.

"The grudge between Yang Xiong and me was originally a personal dispute. But from the moment your Yang family's Tianhe realm peak attacked me, this feud was completely sealed."

Xiao Chen's voice was low and cold, like the voice of judgment coming from the Netherworld.

"By me and the Yang family, it's either you die or I die. There is absolutely no third way!"

Xiao Chen walked forward slowly, and every step seemed to be stepping on Yang Tian's heart, making his heart beat faster involuntarily and fear spread in his heart.

His figure gradually enlarged in Yang Tian's eyes, like the shadow of the god of death, tightly enveloping him.

"I've killed so many people, I don't care if you're killed too!"

Xiao Chen's words were like the final verdict, which plunged Yang Tian into the abyss of despair.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at Xiao Chen with horror, his lips trembling, but he could no longer utter a word.

He knew that his life was about to come to an end, and that all this was the Yang family's fault.

Before he finished his words, Xiao Chen came up like a flash of black lightning, ghost-like.

His figure was extremely fast, leaving a shadow in the air, leaving only the sharp sonic boom echoing in his ears.

The sonic boom was like the death warrant of the god of death, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

Xiao Chen slapped Yang Tian's chest heavily with a palm as powerful as thunder.

This palm strike gathered all his strength, like a mountain pressing down on one's head, unstoppable.

There were only a few crisp "crack" sounds, like a dead tree breaking. The arms that Yang Tian used to block were instantly twisted and deformed. The sound of broken bones was clearly audible, as if it was the death knell of fate.

The huge impact force knocked him flying. His body was like a kite with a broken string, drawing an arc in the air and hitting the thick tree trunk behind him.

Large pieces of bark were shaken off the surface of the tree trunk, and wood chips were scattered everywhere, as if fragments of Yang Tian's life were floating around.

Then he bounced back and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Blood continued to flow out from the corners of his mouth, drawing a shocking arc in the air, like the trajectory of life flowing away.

Yang Tian felt as if all his internal organs were shattered, and the severe pain surged like a tide, almost making him faint.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Xiao Chen who was walking slowly towards him, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.

He didn't want to die yet, as he had too many unfinished things to do. He fantasized about becoming the core figure of the Yang family one day and enjoying endless glory and power; he also wanted to return home, reunite with his family and share the joy of family life.

But the shadow of death completely submerged him like a tide, leaving him with no hope of survival.

Xiao Chen squatted down, tugged off Yang Tian's headset and put it on his own head, then pulled out the microphone hidden under his collar.

His movements were clean and neat, without any delay, as if everything was under his control.

He held Yang Tian's limp body in one hand, which was like a tattered rag doll, lifeless. He picked up the corpse on the ground with the other hand, which still had traces of fighting and blood stained his clothes.

He walked towards the cliff with steady steps, each step was so firm, as if he was walking towards the other side of victory. The dead leaves under his feet made a "crunching" sound under his feet, which intertwined with the sound of the wind coming from the distant mountains, like a strange funeral song, putting an end to this bloody massacre.

Xiao Chen spoke calmly into the headset: "Hello..."

His voice was calm and steady, as if he was talking about something very ordinary, without any fluctuations caused by the killing just now.

"Xiao Chen?"

An old and cold voice came from the other end of the headset, and the voice seemed to be wrapped in a thousand-year-old ice, which made people feel chilly when they heard it.

The voice carried an unquestionable majesty, as if it came from a judge from another world.

Xiao Chen knew that the owner of this voice must be an important figure in the Yang family, perhaps the ancestor in the heavenly realm who was in charge of the clan.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible sneer, and he was secretly planning his next plan in his mind.

"It's me, who are you?"

Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows, his tone somewhat teasing.

He put his hands casually in his pockets, leaned back slightly, and leaned against a protruding rock, his eyes full of disdain and provocation.

The sunlight shone on him through the mottled leaves, but it could not dispel the cold aura emanating from him.

"Yang Wei."

The voice on the other end of the headset was low and cold, as if it came from an ice cellar, with suppressed anger.

"There are so many members of the Yang family that I can't really tell them apart. Are you at the peak of the Tianhe realm, or the Tianren realm?"

The corners of Xiao Chen's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, which was full of sarcasm and contempt.

Of the twelve peak Tianhe Realm masters of the Yang family, nine have now died at his hands. This record is enough to make him fearless.

Every word was like a sharp dagger, stabbing into Yang Wei's heart.

When he thought of the Yang family masters who had died tragically at the hands of Xiao Chen, endless grief and anger surged in his heart.

"I am Yang Xiong's grandfather! Yang Tian's father!"

Yang Wei gritted his teeth, his voice almost spitting fire.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, his temples were throbbing, and his anger made the air around him tremble slightly.

He seemed to be able to see Xiao Chen's arrogant face, and he wished he could rush to him immediately and tear him into pieces.

Xiao Chen suddenly realized, "Oh, what do you want from me?"

As he spoke, he walked to the edge of the cliff.

The wind was howling fiercely on the cliff, making his clothes rustle, but he seemed unaware of it and still maintained his relaxed attitude.

This gesture is undoubtedly like rubbing salt into the wounds of the Yang family.

He looked down at the bottomless abyss below the cliff, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he was enjoying a good show that was about to be staged.

Yang Wei laughed in anger: "Xiao Chen, you can't escape! No matter where you go, the Yang family will definitely kill you!"

His laughter was full of madness and determination, as if he had seen Xiao Chen's tragic end. (End of this chapter)