My Ares Son-in-Law

Even the children of the Yang family rarely know about it, and only a few core members of the family know it.

But now, it was revealed by this seemingly young man in front of me.

Yang Ping felt his mind went blank, his lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and fear flooded him like a tide, completely drowning him.

He suddenly realized that the young man in front of him might be much more terrifying than he had imagined.

He originally thought that with the power of the Yang family and the reputation of the hidden strong man, it would be enough to deter anyone.

But now it seems that Xiao Chen doesn't take these things seriously at all.

"I know you are a man of the underworld, you should understand the rules..." Yang Ping suppressed the fear in his heart and tried to use the rules of the underworld to restrain Xiao Chen and fight for a chance to save his life.

However, he stopped abruptly before he could finish his words.

The air around Xiao Chen suddenly twisted, as if an invisible force was stirring it wildly.

A suffocatingly powerful pressure spread out, like an invisible net, covering the entire hall.

The candlelight in the hall flickered violently under this pressure, as if it would go out at any time.

An indigo air blade slowly condensed in Xiao Chen's palm. The air blade flashed with a cold light, as if it was a demon blade summoned from the depths of hell.

It tore through space, making a sharp whistling sound, and rapidly enlarged in Yang Pan's frightened pupils.

Yang Pan opened his eyes wide, his face full of despair and fear.

He wanted to scream and beg Xiao Chen for mercy, but he found that his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible big hand. He could only make whimpering sounds, which were as weak as the flapping of mosquito wings.

"Swish!" The muffled sound of the air blade cutting the throat exploded in the silent hall, like a thunderclap, causing Yang Ping's eardrums to hurt.

Yang Pan's wide-open eyes still retained a look of fear, as if telling of his fear and unwillingness before death.

His body had collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and the scarlet blood quickly spread along the golden lines of the Persian carpet, emitting an eerie dark purple color under the bright yet cold light of the crystal chandelier.

Blood splashed onto the tea set on the coffee table, slowly flowing down along the exquisite patterns, turning the originally elegant tea set into a horrible appearance.

The tea set that originally exuded a faint tea fragrance was now stained with blood, and was filled with a pungent smell of blood that made people want to vomit.

Yang Ping looked at the bloody scene in front of him and felt like his heart was about to stop beating.

His legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He never expected that Xiao Chen would be so decisive and ruthless. He would start fighting as soon as he said he would, without giving him any chance to react.

"You...how dare you..." Yang Ping pointed at Xiao Chen with a trembling finger, his voice full of anger and fear.

However, before he could finish his words, Xiao Chen's cold eyes swept over him, making him silent.

Xiao Chen stood up slowly, his eyes full of contempt and disdain: "Yang family? You are just a bunch of clowns who bully others by taking advantage of your power. Today is the end of your Yang family."

His voice was low and murderous, like the sentence of death.

Yang Ping stared at his son Yang Pan's gradually cooling body. His once handsome face was now distorted like a ghost.

Suddenly, he burst into a crazy laughter, and the laughter echoed in the empty and bloody hall, like a death knell from the depths of hell.

"Okay! Okay! I give in!" His laughter was sharp and piercing, with a kind of hysterical despair.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, filled with resentment and indignation.

"But you have to let me die knowingly. We, the Yang family, have no grudge against you, so why are you trying to kill us all?"

There was a mad light flashing in his eyes, but there was not a single tear in the corner of his eyes, as if all the tears had been evaporated by this cruel reality. He fell to the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, as if looking for an answer, or as if recalling the glory of the past.

Once upon a time, he was a powerful figure in Jiangcheng, and the Yang family was also well-known in the world.

The Yang family has everything they want, so who dares not to show some respect?

But now, the family has been destroyed.

Xiao Chen stood quietly by the side, his eyes cold and deep, like a deep cold pond.

He leaned forward, his breath carrying a Shura-like murderous intent, and that breath seemed to be able to freeze the air around him.

"Before you die, I'll tell you another secret. I'm not a gangster at all."

His voice was low and majestic, as if it was a judge from another world.

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear and spiritual energy suddenly rose from Xiao Chen's body.

The immortal power was like bright stars, shining brightly in the void.

Immediately afterwards, a phantom of the god of war condensed in the void.

The shadow of the god of war was tall and mighty, wearing golden armor and holding a huge weapon, as if he was a god of war from ancient mythology.

"In the eyes of a true cultivator, the so-called Jianghu is nothing but a swamp where ants live. Even if that old man comes in person, I will crush his foundation!"

Xiao Chen's voice was cold and resolute, as if announcing the end of the Yang family.

The shadow of the god of war wielded a huge weapon, making bursts of roars. The sound was deafening, as if it would destroy everything in the world.

As Yang Ping listened to Xiao Chen's words, the madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by fear.

He never imagined that Xiao Chen was not a man of the world, but a legendary practitioner.

He always thought that the world was the whole world, and those so-called strong people were the top ones.

But now he realized that he was just a frog in a well, and had no idea that there was a wider world and more powerful beings outside.

"Remember, your death is not because you tried to kill me again and again, but because... you colluded with the Prison Clan!"

A trace of disgust and anger flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes.

The Prison Clan is an existence that is feared by the entire cultivation world. They are cruel and bloodthirsty, and do all kinds of evil.

The Yang family actually colluded with the Yu clan, which had already violated Xiao Chen's bottom line.

After saying that, Xiao Chen snapped his fingers and a beam of fire pierced through Yang Ping's chest like a meteor.

The fire was so hot that it instantly ignited Yang Ping's body.

Yang Ping felt a sharp pain and wanted to shout out loud, but found that he could no longer make any sound.

His body struggled in the flames, his hands waving helplessly, as if trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope for life.

The entire villa shook violently under the impact of the flames, as if it would collapse at any time.

Xiao Chen walked towards the courtyard on the messy ground. His figure looked particularly tall and mysterious in the firelight.

Behind him, the Yang family's ancestral home was ablaze with flames. The flames were like an angry dragon, dyeing the rain curtain into a strange scarlet. (End of this chapter)