My Ares Son-in-Law

“Boy, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’ve learned a few moves.” Yang Hailong’s voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from a deep and dark dry well. The ending tone carried a metallic vibration, as if it was the sound of a rusty iron chain shaking in the wind.

The sound echoed in the banquet hall, making everyone's heart tighten involuntarily.

Yang Pan had been hiding behind his father, but when he heard the old man's words, he seemed to be injected with endless courage.

He suddenly squeezed to his father's side like a mad dog, and his cheeks, which were already bruised and swollen, now flushed with a morbid red due to excitement.

His eyes widened, and he screamed at the top of his voice: "Old Ancestor, I want this kid's right hand! I want him to pay for what he did!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, and his saliva splashed on the velvet tablecloth as he roared, forming dark spots that were particularly dazzling.

At this moment, the surveillance camera on the dome of the banquet hall suddenly made a crackling sound, and electric sparks exploded like fireworks.

The dazzling light and pungent smell made everyone cover their mouths and noses and look up in horror.

Then, all the screens went black at the same time, and the originally clear images disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if some invisible force was announcing some kind of authority in advance, making the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall even more depressing and terrifying.

Xiao Chen sat quietly in his seat, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.

He placed the celadon teacup in his hand heavily on the sandalwood table. The crisp sound of the cups colliding was particularly loud in the silent banquet hall, as if it was a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

The sound startled the night owl perched outside the window. The night owl let out a shrill cry, flapped its wings and disappeared into the dark night sky.

At this moment, the sunlight cut in obliquely through the exploded floor-to-ceiling windows, shining right on Xiao Chen's profile, casting a sharp shadow on his face, making his features look even colder and more mysterious.

He slowly uttered two words: "Noisy." Although the voice was not loud, it exploded in the banquet hall like thunder.

The moment he uttered these two words, the gilded chandelier hanging in the banquet hall suddenly shook violently, as if it was being pulled hard by an invisible giant hand.

The crystal pendants collided with each other, making a "ding-dang-dang" sound. The sound was dense and crisp, like the sound of heavy rain hitting glazed tiles, which made people feel upset.

What was even more shocking was that the century-old antique vase displayed in the corner also began to make a "cracking" sound, and the originally smooth surface began to crack, and fine lines quickly spread like a spider web.

Then, with a loud bang, the priceless antique vase exploded into countless pieces, flying everywhere.

The porcelain pieces flew through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, which frightened everyone so much that they all ran away in panic. Screams and cries mixed together in the banquet hall, as if the end of the world had come.

In the tense banquet hall, the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed to ignite the air.

Yang Hailong's figure flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

In an instant, the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound, as if the space was groaning in pain.

Yun Yuyan was originally watching the situation nervously, and subconsciously reached out to grab the tablecloth, trying to steady her trembling body.

However, she was horrified to find that the tablecloth moved without wind, and the folds rolled like surging waves, as if a mysterious force was controlling it in secret.

Her eyes were full of fear and confusion, and her knuckles, which were tightly gripping the tablecloth, turned white from the force.

Just as everyone was still stunned by this bizarre scene, the old man's figure reappeared like a ghost. The air waves rolled up from his sleeves were like an angry beast, roaring and sweeping over.

Wherever the gust of wind passed, the three round tables were easily overturned like fragile pieces of paper, and the tableware and delicacies on them were scattered all over the floor.

The iced champagne tower also collapsed under the impact of this air wave. The crystal clear broken glass and bubbling champagne met on the ground, forming a stream that flashed with strange light, as if it was venom flowing in hell.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was still standing firmly in the same place, and a layer of faint golden barrier suddenly rose around him.

The barrier was like a transparent shield, bouncing away all the splashing wine.

Outside the barrier, the wine turned into sparkling water droplets suspended in the air. Under the light, they reflected a rainbow-like gorgeous halo, like a scene in a dream.

At this moment, Yang Hailong pounced towards Xiao Chen like an angry lion with murderous intent.

At the moment when the two forces were about to collide, time seemed to be paused by an invisible hand, and everything stopped.

A light golden halo rose around Xiao Chen, the halo was soft and dazzling, just like the morning glow when the sun was rising, bringing a touch of warmth yet dangerous atmosphere to the depressing banquet hall.

Yang Hailong's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

He finally saw the lines flowing on the other person's palm. It was clearly the "Nine Yang Palm" that had been lost for a hundred years!
Memories came flooding back like a tide. Fifty years ago, his master had been defeated by the same palm technique.

The painful memories were like a sharp blade, piercing his heart.

At the moment when Yang Hailong was stunned, the golden light around Xiao Chen suddenly surged and transformed into nine phantom dragons circling and roaring.

The giant dragon had a sturdy body and its scales sparkled with golden light, making it seem like a mythical beast.

Every dragon roar hurt everyone's eardrums, as if it was a cry from the depths of their souls.

Spider-web-like cracks began to appear on the marble floor of the banquet hall, and the cracks spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the tentacles of death were spreading out wantonly.

"Puff——" Yang Hailong was ultimately unable to withstand this powerful force, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The blood mist drew a strange arc in the air, like a blooming blood-red flower, dyeing the white wall behind it red, looking particularly dazzling.

When Yang Ping saw this scene, his face turned pale instantly and he staggered to support his staggering father.

When his fingertips touched the sunken palm print on the old man's back, a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head, making him tremble all over.

He knew very well that this time the Yang family had encountered an unprecedented strong enemy, and the outcome of this confrontation would completely change the fate of the Yang family.

The banquet hall was now plunged into a suffocating silence.

The originally noisy and lively atmosphere was instantly taken away as if by an invisible giant hand, leaving only the heavy and rapid breathing sound from Yang Hailong's throat like a bellows. (End of this chapter)