My Ares Son-in-Law

The panting sound was mixed with the faint reverberation of shattered porcelain, which kept echoing in the empty hall where one could almost hear the sound of heartbeats. It was like the moan of the god of death, making everyone present feel a chill to the bone.

In this dead silence, Xiao Chen walked slowly to Yang Hailong with steady and firm steps.

His footsteps were particularly clear in the silent banquet hall. Every step seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings, making the atmosphere even more tense.

At this point, Yang Hailong had collapsed to the ground in a miserable state, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

When his palm collided with Xiao Chen's, no one knew what kind of storm was set off in his heart.

It was a shock that came from the depths of his soul, as if he was not facing a person, but an insurmountable mountain or an unfathomable ocean.

He endured the severe pain in his body and forced himself to raise his head. There was a trace of despair and unwillingness in his eyes. He almost squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Who are you! How could your cultivation be..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, and every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

"Who am I?" Xiao Chen looked down at Yang Hailong, who was lying on the ground like a lost dog. At this moment, his temperament changed completely.

The original gentle and jade-like appearance disappeared without a trace, and the whole person seemed to have a kind of spirit that was above everything and overlooking all living beings.

His eyes were deep and cold, as if they contained endless mysteries and power, making people dare not look directly at them.

"I am someone you can never afford to offend!" Xiao Chen's voice was low and majestic, like thunder coming from the sky, exploding in the banquet hall.

Every word he said carried an unquestionable dominance, making Yang Hailong and everyone present feel the powerful aura emanating from him.

Immediately, Xiao Chen raised his hand and gently touched Yang Hailong's eyebrows.

At that moment, it seemed as if a mysterious force surged out from his fingertips and rushed straight into Yang Hailong's body.

The hidden injuries that had been on Yang Hailong's body for many years suddenly exploded like a lit powder keg.

He felt as if his internal organs were being fiercely kneaded by an invisible giant hand, and the severe pain made him spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood.

The black blood sprayed on the ground, emitting a pungent smell, as if it was a testimony to his sin.

He then collapsed to the ground, his eyes closed, and lost consciousness.

When Yang Pan saw this scene, he was so frightened that his face turned as pale as paper.

His legs went limp and he suddenly fell to his knees with a plop. His knees hit the ground heavily and the emerald cufflinks made a crisp sound.

He crawled on his knees like a dog to Yun Yuyan's feet, and his forehead hit the marble floor heavily, making a dull sound.

He kowtowed and cried out in tears, "Miss Yun! I was blinded by greed! I shouldn't have offended you! I beg you to be magnanimous and forgive me this time!"

When he looked up, blood was oozing from his forehead, mixed with snot and tears, dripping from the corners of his mouth onto his custom-made suit, making him look extremely disheveled.

However, Xiao Chen ignored Yang Pan's plea for mercy and slowly approached Yang Ping.

Each step seemed to carry a tremendous force, leaving faint golden footprints on the ground. The golden footprints flashed with mysterious light, as if he was announcing to the world his power and inviolability.

When he stopped in front of the Yang father and son, the light behind him stretched his shadow extremely long, almost covering the entire banquet hall.

That huge figure was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on the Yang family father and son so hard that they couldn't breathe.

Yang Ping's body was shaking uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and despair, as if he had seen the end of himself and his family.

"My lord, it's all my fault for not educating my son well! You can do whatever you want with this bastard!" Yang Ping's whole body was almost sticking to the ground, and his forehead hit the marble floor heavily, making a dull "bang bang" sound.

His voice trembled, filled with endless fear and flattery, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Yang Ping was quite good at begging for mercy. He watched helplessly as his ancestor Yang Hailong was beaten to the point where his life or death was unknown. His breath was as weak as a candle in the wind and could go out at any time.

He knew very well that if he continued to force his way forward, he would simply be courting death. In front of the ridiculously powerful Xiao Chen, their Yang family was simply no match for him.

Yang Pan originally still held a glimmer of hope, but when he heard what his father said, it was like being poured with a basin of cold water from head to toe, and he instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.

He fell to his knees with a plop. His knees made a crisp sound when they hit the ground, and his whole body trembled like a frightened quail.

He immediately begged for mercy towards Xiao Chen with tears in his eyes: "I... I really didn't know Miss Yun was your woman... I was wrong, I was really wrong! I deserve to die, I didn't recognize the great man, please forgive me this time!"

His face was full of fear and regret, his face was covered with tears and snot, and he looked extremely miserable.

"Wrong? Haha, you were clearly not coming for Yun Yuyan just now, you were clearly coming for me. Now that your ancestor has been 'killed' by me, you changed your mind?" Xiao Chen folded his hands in front of his chest, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.

He was like a high and mighty god, looking down at the two Yang family father and son who were like ants.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Yang Pan was speechless after what Xiao Chen said. He could only repeat this sentence over and over again. While saying it, he pulled out his hand tremblingly and slapped himself hard.

The "slap" sound of the slap was particularly loud in the silent banquet hall. His cheeks soon became red and swollen, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

He was born in a large family and was influenced by it since childhood, so he naturally knew how to read people's expressions.

Now that the ancestors have fallen, their Yang family really has no one to rely on. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, the most important thing now is to survive from the hands of this "devil", and nothing else can be taken care of.

Yun Yuyan stood aside, still a little frightened.

She looked at Yang Pan, who was so arrogant in the past and showed off his power in front of her, but now he was kneeling in front of her like a stray dog, begging for mercy and admitting his mistakes. She really didn't know what to say for a moment.

A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, including disgust towards Yang Pan and shock at everything in front of her.

After a long while, she turned her head slightly and glanced at Xiao Chen, with a hint of hesitation and request in her eyes, and said softly: "Forget it, let them go..."

Her voice was soft, but it was particularly clear in the silent banquet hall.

Her meaning was simple. After all, this was not a good place to start a fight. There were too many people. If things got out of hand, we would have to be careful about the impact. (End of this chapter)