My Ares Son-in-Law

They stared at the young man in plain clothes in utter terror, their eyes filled with fear and despair, as if they had seen a demon crawling out of hell, that terrifying image forever etched into their souls.

Their voices, distorted by extreme fear, trembled as they asked, "You...you...who are you?!"

The voice was weak and feeble, as if it came from a distant place, carrying endless fear and unease.

These words were like an invisible hammer blow, carrying immense force, striking everyone's heart and making their heartbeats seem to stop for a moment.

The air in the conference room instantly froze, becoming so heavy it felt almost tangible, making it hard to breathe.

Di Lang felt a buzzing in his head, and the last trace of color drained from his face, turning it as pale as paper, like a sheet of Xuan paper that had been drained of all life.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and his upper and lower teeth clashed together, making a clattering sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly silent conference room.

He knew Zhao Kui and Qian Biao's strength all too well!
Those are the two fierce gods sent by the Black Phoenix to guard the ancient city!
They were like demons crawling out of the abyss of hell, having truly experienced the baptism of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, exuding a chilling aura.

He had witnessed that nightmarish scene firsthand.

It was a cloudy day, and the abandoned dock was filled with an odor of decay and bloodshed.

Zhao Kui and Qian Biao charged into a group of well-equipped, desperate mercenaries like tigers among sheep.

The mercenaries, each wielding a sharp blade and with fierce eyes, were like lambs to the slaughter in front of the two men.

They tore their enemies apart with their bare hands, blood splattering and screams echoing.

One of them went berserk, like a wild beast out of control, and with a single palm strike, the force seemed capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

A century-old banyan tree on the bank, which required two people to encircle, was instantly snapped in half by this terrifying palm strike.

"Click"

With a loud crash, the tree fell to the ground, splintering wood and raising a cloud of dust.

That hellish scene was branded into Di Lang's mind, and it remains a nightmare that haunts him to this day.

But what kind of monster is this... this young man, impeccably dressed, with a face that even has a touch of handsomeness?!
He was like a mysterious being who had suddenly descended from another world, exuding an aura that was hard to fathom.

How come he is here? !
Is it a coincidence, or is there another purpose?

Di Lang's mind was in chaos, countless questions flooding in like a tide, yet he couldn't find a single answer.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, slowly crept up everyone's spine, tightly coiling around their hearts, causing their heartbeats to accelerate rapidly, as if they were about to burst out of their chests.

Qian Biao felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head as the young man swept over him with an indifferent gaze, as if his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

Those eyes seemed to see right through his soul, making him feel like a mouse exposed to the sun, with nowhere to escape.

At that moment, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. Qian Biao ignored the excruciating pain coming from his severed arm, which felt like countless steel needles piercing his wound at the same time, causing cold sweat to pour down his forehead. But he couldn't care less about that now.

He used all his strength to ram into the heavy solid wood door of the conference room.

His body was like a cannonball fired from a gun, carrying an unwavering determination.

"Want to go?"

Just then, Xiao Chen's voice was calm and undisturbed, as if he were recounting something perfectly ordinary.

His gaze remained indifferent, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly slashed at Qian Biao's flustered back. The movement was elegant and composed, as if he were performing an art piece.

"laugh……!"

An invisible yet extremely sharp whistling sound pierced the air!

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the call of death.

The air seemed to be instantly torn apart, and an invisible sword aura shot towards Qian Biao like lightning.

Wherever it passed, the air was stirred and distorted, forming visible ripples.

Qian Biao ran wildly through the conference room like a mad beast, as if countless evil spirits were chasing him.

His feet pounded heavily on the carpet, each step carrying both a yearning for life and a fear of the unknown.

However, just when he thought he was about to escape, his body suddenly froze, as if he were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

The momentum of his forward charge was like a powerful force, causing him to stagger another step, and he fell to the ground with a thud, like a puppet with its strings cut.

He turned his head with difficulty, a movement that seemed to have used up all his strength.

His eyes were fixed on Xiao Chen's direction, his pupils filled with boundless horror and disbelief, as if he were witnessing the most terrifying sight in the world.

His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to let out a final roar, but he could only make a weak "woo-woo" sound.

A bloody hole the size of a finger was clearly visible in his back, and the muscles around the edge of the hole trembled slightly, as if telling the story of the fatal blow he had just suffered.

Fresh blood was gushing out like a flood bursting its banks, quickly spreading a large, dark patch on the carpet. The color was vivid and glaring, as if it were a sign of death.

Qian Biao lay dead on the ground, his eyes wide open, his body growing cold as his life slowly faded away.

Those empty eyes seemed to still be staring at this cruel world, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.

The strong stench of blood mixed with the smell of death was like an invisible net, pressing heavily on everyone's lungs, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Di Lang trembled uncontrollably, his body shaking as if he were in a frozen wasteland.

The teeth chattered, making a crisp yet jarring sound that echoed in the deathly silent conference room.

His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Zhao Kui, the only one remaining, clutched his severed arm, the wound still oozing blood that stained his sleeves red.

His face was deathly pale, like a blank sheet of paper, devoid of any blood.

He stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, forgetting even to breathe.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at Qian Biao's corpse, his mind blank, filled only with endless fear.

Xiao Chen's gaze, however, had already passed over them, like two sharp swords, landing on the two pale-faced Black Eagle Society warriors.

His gaze was calm and indifferent, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

His footsteps were so light that they made almost no sound on the sound-absorbing carpet, like a ghost moving silently.

However, these silent footsteps sounded clearer and more terrifying to the two men than the tolling of a death knell. (End of Chapter)