My Ares Son-in-Law

The two men's attacks carried terrifying force capable of splitting rocks and shattering monuments. They were about to strike both sides of Xiao Chen's head simultaneously, as if in the next second, Xiao Chen's head would be smashed to pieces like a ripe watermelon.

Xiao Chen still did not turn around.

He seemed to be in another world, completely unaware of the potentially fatal attack behind him.

He didn't even glance at the two Black Phoenix experts who attacked him, as if their attacks were just a gentle breeze, not even worthy of his attention.

His left hand remained firmly on the "Equity Transfer Agreement," his fingers not even trembling. His focused expression made it seem as if he were dealing with a matter of great importance concerning the fate of the world, rather than being in a life-or-death situation.

Just as those black fingernails, imbued with a chilling, sinister aura, and those scorching, fierce red sand palms were about to touch his hair.

An invisible yet extremely chilling aura, without warning, erupted from Xiao Chen's body like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years.
The aura was chilling and bone-piercing, like ancient ice that had stood for millennia. Wherever it went, the air seemed to freeze, condensing into a fine layer of frost.

This is not the kind of ordinary, visible, tangible power, but a pure, condensed, and seemingly tangible overwhelming killing intent!
This killing intent was like an invisible yet impenetrable net, instantly spreading out and mercilessly enveloping the space within a radius of several meters.

Those in this space felt as if they were in a suffocating, deathly ice field. The chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to their heads, every hair stood on end, goosebumps rose on every inch of their skin, and their hearts pounded violently because of this terrifying atmosphere, as if they were about to burst out of their chests.

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud, clear as a thunderclap in the deathly silence, or like a sharp blade slicing through water-soaked leather, sent chills down one's spine.

A streak of bright red, like a blood-red meteor suddenly streaking across the night sky, abruptly splashed onto the open contract before Di Lang's eyes.

The hot, viscous blood, carrying a strong stench, quickly soaked through the snow-white paper, like paint splashed wildly, spreading out a dazzling crimson map, as if telling the story of the horrific scene that had just unfolded.

Then, there was another "pfft!"

With a thud, more warm liquid, like a flood bursting its banks, splashed onto Di Lang's expensive suit cuffs and cheeks.

The warm touch, with its sticky texture, sent a shiver down Di Lang's spine.

Blood!

Di Lang's heart skipped a beat, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand. Then, an uncontrollable surge of joy overwhelmed him like a raging tide.

He secretly gloated: Hmph, that audacious brat who didn't know his place and barged in has finally been dealt with by Zhao Kui and Qian Biao, the two Black Phoenix Supervisors!

Now let's see how arrogant he can be!

The others in the conference room, who had been looking astonished, were instantly replaced by delight.

Their eyes gleamed with excitement, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously turned up, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.

In their eyes, Xiao Chen, that fool who dared to run wild on their turf, deserved his fate.

However, when their gazes eagerly passed over the pervasive blood mist and focused on the figure that should have fallen, the smiles that had just bloomed on their faces froze instantly, like wax figures being rapidly frozen!
The smile hadn't even fully unfolded before it was frozen on his face forever, as if time had stopped flowing at that moment.

Their eyes widened in disbelief at what they were seeing, a deep sense of fear and confusion welling up within them: What... what on earth was going on? Two bloody severed arms, like heavy bundles cruelly tossed aside by merciless fate, carried a chilling ferocity as they struck with a loud "bang!"

With a loud thud, it crashed heavily onto the smooth, mirror-like ceiling.

The dull thud struck like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts, causing each person's heart to clench sharply.

Two hideous stains were instantly left on the ceiling, like two evil flowers blooming in a land of death, exuding a nauseating bloody stench.

Immediately afterward, the two severed arms whistled through the air with a sickening sound, like two out-of-control cannonballs, "Thud! Thud!"

They slammed down hard onto the center of the gleaming conference table one after another.

The sound was crisp yet piercing, like the tolling of death's bell.

The severed arm rolled a few times on the table before finally lying there, covered in blood, in front of everyone, as if showing them the horrific scene that had just occurred.

At the cut, the white bone fragments gleamed like a sharp dagger under the light; the muscles and tendons were still twitching nervously, as if making a final struggle; the viscous blood flowed and spread rapidly on the clean table like a burst dam, quickly forming a shocking pool of blood.

This scene is absolutely shocking!
Everyone who witnessed this scene felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their throat, making it difficult to breathe, causing their stomachs to churn, and almost making them vomit.

The young man, dressed in a well-tailored black cloth robe, stood tall and proud like a pine tree, his posture upright and exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

He slowly and deliberately flicked the few drops of blood off his right hand, the movement elegant and composed, as if he had just done something insignificant.

His bangs weren't even messy, still neatly plastered to his forehead. He was completely unharmed and spotless, as if the bloody scene just now had nothing to do with him.

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, but couldn't utter a sound; their faces were filled with shock and fear.

No one saw how he made his move!

It was as if he had simply waved his hand casually, the movement as gentle as brushing off dust. Yet, the arms that Zhao Kui and Qian Biao, the two infamous Black Phoenix Supervisors who were feared throughout the martial world, had been forever severed from their bodies, becoming a lifelong nightmare for them.

"what……!!!"

The belated, excruciating pain finally broke down the dam of their will like a surging tide.

Zhao Kui and Qian Biao simultaneously let out heart-wrenching, inhuman screams. The sounds were sharp and shrill, like wails from hell, echoing in the conference room and sending chills down everyone's spines.

They staggered backward, each step landing on pools of blood with a soft, splattering sound.

Blood gushed from the severed arm like a fountain, instantly staining the expensive carpet beneath their feet. The vivid red, like a burning flame, stung the eyes of everyone present. (End of Chapter)