My Ares Son-in-Law

The movements were slow yet firm, as if each step contained boundless power.

When that face was fully exposed to the dim light outside the window, Di Lang felt as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head, making him dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, the blood froze into ice, making his whole body feel icy cold.

That face, though young and inexperienced, exuded a coldness and ruggedness that belied its age.

The lines are as if carved by a knife and axe, strong and powerful.

His eyes were sharp as knives, as if they could see into the depths of his heart, unfathomable.

The contours of his eyebrows and eyes, the curve of his nose, were so similar to the appearance of the God of War in his memory.

Especially those eyes!
Although it was burning with the cold flames of hell, filled with endless anger and hatred, Di Lang recognized it at a glance.

It's him!

It's really him!

The War God King who disappeared in the Ancient Sea Secret Realm, and should have died there—Xiao Chen!
Di Lang's eyes widened as if they were about to bulge out. He couldn't believe his eyes, yet everything before him seemed so real.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

He knew that his end might be near.

"A ghost...a ghost!!"

Di Lang felt as if an invisible force was gripping his throat, and then a shrill scream, unlike any human voice, burst out uncontrollably from his throat, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it wanted to break through the oppressive space and spread wildly in the air.

At that moment, extreme fear, like a surging tide, instantly seized all his senses.

His mind went blank, with only endless fear spreading rampantly.

He even forgot the excruciating pain at his broken leg, as if that pain had become insignificant in the face of this fear.

His only remaining good leg, like a runaway engine, was kicking the ground wildly.

Each kick was imbued with the despair and struggle deep within his heart.

His body, covered in blood and debris, seemed to be driven by an invisible force, desperately shrinking backward.

His back rubbed against the wall, his clothes were torn, and his skin was abraded, but he was completely unaware of it, only wanting to escape from this nightmarish presence before him.

Only when the cold wall pressed firmly against his back, preventing him from retreating even half a step, did he realize in despair that he had nowhere to escape.

His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to bulge out, and his eyes were bulging with rage.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were stained with blood.

His teeth chattered wildly, making a "clucking" sound, and his upper and lower teeth collided constantly, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.

His voice trembled violently, choked with sobs, as he hysterically screamed, "Who...who are you?! Are you a human or a ghost?! You...don't come any closer!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with fear and despair.

Xiao Chen stood there quietly, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upwards.

That curve was no ordinary smile; it was the chilling curve revealed when the gates of hell open.

That smile carried an extreme cruelty and malevolence, as if it could freeze one's soul.

His eyes were cold and deep, like a frigid abyss, making it impossible to look directly at him. He did not answer Di Lang's hysterical questioning, but simply took a step forward.

His steps were steady and slow, each step seemingly carrying immense weight.

The leather shoes made a soft, rhythmic rustling sound as they stepped on the carpet, which was covered in a mixture of broken glass, blood, and scraps of paper.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent space, like a countdown to death.

The sound, reaching Di Lang's ears, was clearer than a death knell and more piercing than the Grim Reaper's scythe scraping the ground!
His ears felt as if they were being pierced by the sound, and his head was buzzing.

He watched helplessly as Xiao Chen approached step by step, his figure growing larger and larger in his vision, blurred by fear.

Xiao Chen's figure, like a shadow that blots out the sky, completely enveloped him.

He felt like a little mouse trapped in the dark, while Xiao Chen was the giant beast that could devour him at any moment.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He wanted to run away, but found that his body was no longer under his control, and he could only watch Xiao Chen get closer and closer in despair.

In the end, Xiao Chen, like an unshakeable mountain, stood firmly in front of Di Lang.

He stood tall and imposing, looking down at Di Lang with an air of superiority, like a god looking down coldly at an ant struggling in the dust.

His gaze was cold and sharp, like two solid icicles, carrying endless chill and majesty, fixed directly on Di Lang's pale and distorted face.

Di Lang felt as if his face was being pierced by an ice pick, and the chill quickly spread from his cheeks to his whole body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"once……"

Xiao Chen spoke slowly, his voice as calm as a bottomless ancient well, without a ripple, as if he were narrating a story that had nothing to do with him.

However, every word he uttered carried a chilling coldness, as if it were a cold wind blowing from an ice cellar, instantly freezing the surrounding air.

"You let the wolf into the house and seized my wife's company, fine, but you shouldn't have killed so many people... Have you already forgotten all about it so quickly?"

His tone was calm, yet it struck Di Lang's heart like a heavy hammer, blow after blow.

These calm words, like a final verdict, resounded in Di Lang's ears.

At that moment, the last shred of hope in Di Lang's heart was completely shattered, like fragile glass that was instantly broken by a heavy blow.

Identity confirmed!
it's him!
That vengeful demon who returned from the world of the strong, filled with rage and endless hatred!

Di Lang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if the whole world had collapsed.

"Xiao...Xiao Chen!"

Di Lang screamed, his voice shrill and distorted with extreme terror, like the mournful cry of an owl, echoing in the silent space.

His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out, filled with terror and disbelief.

"You...you're still alive?! Impossible! Impossible! No one who went into the Ancient Sea Secret Realm ever came out alive! How could you survive?! How did you do it?!"

He was incoherent, his body trembling uncontrollably, his hands flailing wildly in the air, as if trying to dispel the terrifying illusion before him with his frantic roar.

His lips were bluish-purple, his teeth were chattering, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

"You're wondering why I didn't die in that secret realm, aren't you?"

Xiao Chen's gaze swept indifferently over a Colt revolver lying not far away on the ground, blown away by the explosion and covered in blood. (End of Chapter)