My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's expression was cold and stern, his steps steady and slow as he walked step by step toward Di Lang, who lay paralyzed in a pool of blood.

Each step he took felt like stepping on Di Lang's fragile nerves, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

Finally, Xiao Chen slowly squatted down, his posture upright and cold, his gaze level with that of Di Lang, who lay sprawled in a pool of blood, looking as if all his bones had been broken and he was in a miserable state.

At this moment, Di Lang was covered in blood, with blood still gushing from his wounds. His body was twisted into a strange posture, and he had long lost his former arrogance.

"You probably don't know this yet,"

Xiao Chen's voice was deep and cold, like needles quenched in ice, piercing Di Lang's ears one by one, causing his already fragile nerves to suffer another heavy blow.

"The Yang family members have already passed away a few days ago, waiting for you on the road to the underworld."

Di Lang shuddered violently, and his previously unfocused and lifeless pupils suddenly contracted!

Like a bolt of lightning flashing across the dark sky, the massacre of the Yang family that had shocked the entire ancient city a few days ago instantly flashed through his mind!
The case caused a great uproar in the city, and everyone was talking about it.

Although the news report only mentioned briefly that the entire Yang family had met with misfortune, the murderer seemed to have vanished into thin air, becoming an unsolved mystery.

But at this moment, the words that came out of Xiao Chen's mouth were like a bombshell, exploding in his heart.

Is it him? !
The murderer was actually Xiao Chen, this devil-like figure standing before us?!
"besides,"

Seeing the shock and fear that instantly surged in Di Lang's eyes, Xiao Chen curled his lips into a cruel smile, a smile like that of a demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

He paused deliberately, enjoying the deeper fear rising in the other person's eyes, as if this were an interesting game.

"The one who sat behind the scenes, thinking he was in control of everything, the mastermind who helped you take over Xinmeng Group back then... Li Fengyuan."

He uttered the name softly, his voice as flat as if he were talking about an insignificant passerby, yet it was as if he were spitting out a filthy piece of garbage, filled with endless contempt and disgust.

Li Fengyuan?!

Di Lang's eyes widened instantly, becoming as big as copper bells, filled with disbelief and extreme fear.

That powerful figure, whose every stomp in the ancient city could shake the ground?!

Even the Black Phoenix Sect Master had to treat him with utmost respect, carefully putting on a smiling face!

He...he was killed too?!

Di Lang's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand, each beat accompanied by excruciating pain.

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Li Fengyuan... he's supposedly a terrifying being who has already reached the Heavenly River Realm!

The Heavenly River Realm is a realm that countless martial artists dream of but can never reach.

Those who reach that level possess world-destroying power, and can cause extraordinary phenomena with every move they make.

But even such a terrifyingly powerful figure died at Xiao Chen's hands?
Di Lang felt his worldview completely collapse at this moment. He couldn't imagine just how powerful Xiao Chen was to be able to kill such a strong person so easily.

His heart was filled with despair, as if he could already see his tragic end.

"You... should have the honor of going with them."

Xiao Chen leaned forward slightly, his face appearing even more stern in the dim light. His voice was low and cold, like the final judgment hammer falling heavily from the depths of hell, tolling the death knell for sinners. "You should feel fortunate."

After all, compared to them, I let you... live a few more days.

Each word was like a sharp blade, carving another deep wound into Di Lang's already riddled heart.

madman!

A complete lunatic!
In Di Lang's remaining consciousness, only this thought roared wildly, like a surging tide, constantly assaulting his crumbling mental defenses.

He wants to kill all those who targeted and murdered Xinmeng Group's employees back then!
Leave no one behind!
The thought, like a devil's whisper, echoed in his mind, driving his already twisted mind even more insane.

Under extreme fear and excruciating pain, a twisted anger and resentment surged to the top of his head, like an unstoppable volcano about to erupt.

"Xiao...Xiao Chen!"

Di Lang used his last bit of strength, his blood-stained fingers trembling like withered leaves in the wind, yet he still stubbornly pointed at Xiao Chen.

His voice was hoarse like a broken gong, each word sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with resentment and a curse of despair.

"You...you killed so many people!"
You...you'll die a horrible death!

You...you'll get your comeuppance!
God... God will take you down!

The voice, though faint, carried a hysterical madness, as if it were venting all the fear and anger in its heart through these curses.

"retribution?"

Xiao Chen seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and a mocking smile appeared on his originally cold face.

He slowly stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, like an unshakeable mountain peak.

Then, he let out a low, mocking, and arrogant laugh, a laugh that echoed like a cold wind in the blood-soaked conference room, carrying an indifferent disdain for the world.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

Xiao Chen's gaze swept over everything around him, his eyes filled with disdain and indifference, as if the bloody scene before him and Di Lang's curse were nothing more than insignificant dust.

"Throughout my life, Xiao Chen, have I ever feared retribution?"

If there truly is a God in this world, and if He dares to take me away, I will shatter this heaven and make him taste the injustice and suffering of this world!

His voice grew louder and louder, like rolling thunder, exploding in the conference room. Every word was full of power and determination, as if he wanted to completely break the rules and constraints of this world.

He tilted his head slightly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, standing proudly in this space filled with the stench of blood and death.

His gaze was deep and far-reaching, as if piercing through the thick concrete ceiling, ignoring the solid barrier; or as if piercing through the torrential rain pouring down outside the window, the large raindrops pounding wildly against the window frame, unable to stop the extension of his vision.

His gaze was fixed on that unknowable, mysterious existence, as if challenging that unknown, all-powerful force.

"My life..."

His voice suddenly rose, like a great bell resounding in the small space. Every word was like the clash of metal and stone, powerful and resounding, carrying a resolute determination to cut off everything.

That resolute determination also contained a deep-seated, untamed spirit, as if he were born to defy the rules of the world and refuse to bow to any power. (End of Chapter)