My Ares Son-in-Law

"You can't even control that so-called Heavenly Dao!"

Who is worthy to take it?!

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with a crazy and determined light, a struggle against fate, a roar against injustice, as if he wanted to break all the constraints and shackles in this world.

"Besides, if there were really such a thing as retribution, you wicked people would have died long ago. How could you still be alive now!"

Xiao Chen's gaze swept across everything around him like a sharp blade, finally landing on Di Lang's disheveled state, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery.

His words were like sharp daggers, piercing straight into Di Lang's heart and causing his already fragile psychological defenses to collapse completely.

The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Chen's right hand flashed across his waist like lightning.

The movements were swift and fluid, as if they had been practiced hundreds of times.

The cold light appears!

Like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling and eye-catching.

Ten silver needles, as thin as cow hair and gleaming with a cold, eerie light, appeared instantly between his fingers as if they had been given life!

In the dim light streaming through the window, the silver needles shimmered with a deadly and eerie glow, like a summons from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Di Lang's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to bulge out, filled with terror and despair.

A chilling, more despairing than death itself, instantly froze him completely, as if he were in an endless ice cellar, surrounded by biting cold.

He recognizes this thing!

This is some kind of mysterious acupuncture technique, originally a sacred object for saving lives and healing the sick, but now in Xiao Chen's hands, it can become a weapon that causes him unbearable pain.

"no, do not want!
Xiao Chen!

Please!
don't want! "

Di Lang let out a dying howl, a sound so pitiful and desperate, like a wild beast trapped in a desperate situation, making its last struggle.

His eyes were filled with extreme fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

He tried in vain to move his battered body to escape, but his body was already badly injured. Every movement brought excruciating pain, but he couldn't care less about that. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to escape from these terrifying silver needles and to escape from Xiao Chen, who was like a demon.

Xiao Chen's eyes were indifferent, like the cold frost in a cold night, without the slightest pity, as if Di Lang, lying paralyzed in a pool of blood, was nothing more than an insignificant ant about to disappear.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the movement was as fast as lightning. The speed of the instantaneous burst was too fast for anyone to catch, yet it carried a smooth and flowing rhythm, as if he had practiced this movement a thousand times in his mind. Every subtle arc and every control of the force was just right and perfectly natural.

"call out!

call out!
call out!
call out……"

In an instant, ten faint, almost inaudible whooshing sounds rang out one after another, like shooting stars silently streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet carrying a deadly threat.

The sound was extremely faint, as faint as a gentle breeze brushing past one's ear, yet in this space filled with the stench of blood and death, it sounded exceptionally clear, like the footsteps of death, drawing ever closer. Under Xiao Chen's incredibly precise control, the ten silver needles, like well-trained soldiers, each rushed to their respective battlefields.

They pierced ten acupoints on Di Lang's body with unparalleled precision, yet they also corresponded to some mysterious trajectory!

The trajectory seemed to follow some mysterious law of the universe, containing endless mysteries.

The needle tip trembled slightly, emitting an almost imperceptible buzzing sound, as if the silver needle was telling its mission, or as if it were the painful groans coming from Di Lang's body.

"Uh...ah...you...you...what did you do to me?!"

Di Lang felt a sudden numbness where his body had been pierced, as if thousands of tiny needles were being stabbed into him at the same time. Immediately afterward, an indescribable, strange flow of air, both cold and hot, was injected into him through the needle tip.

This energy flow was like ten venomous snakes, carrying a chilling coldness and a burning pain, frantically drilling into his meridians!

They rampaged through his meridians, causing excruciating pain as if the meridians were being burned by fire or frozen by ice.

A huge, ominous premonition, like an icy tide, spread rapidly from the depths of his heart, completely engulfing him.

His eyes widened in terror, filled with despair and fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf shivering in a gale.

Xiao Chen didn't look at him again, as if Di Lang on the ground was just a pile of dirty garbage, and that looking at him would only offend his eyes.

He slowly turned around, his posture upright and aloof, like an unshakeable mountain peak.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket with an elegant and composed gesture, as if he were not on a bloody battlefield, but enjoying a leisurely time in a quiet café.

He lit the lighter with a "ding," the crisp sound particularly loud in the quiet space.

The pale blue flames leaped like a nimble sprite, illuminating the unfathomable depths of his eyes.

The cold pool was completely still, as if everything was under his control, or as if he were indifferent to everything in the world.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, the pale blue smoke slowly entering his body through his throat, as if bringing a sense of relief and liberation.

Then, he slowly exhaled, and a pale blue smoke slowly emerged, like a winding ribbon, swirling and spiraling in the air filled with the stench of blood and death.

The smoke seemed to carry Xiao Chen's thoughts, drifting into the distance and disappearing into the endless darkness.

He slowly took a step, each step carrying a resolute and cold air, towards the cracked, rickety door of the conference room.

That door, which seemed to be a boundary between this bloody hell and the outside world, now appeared so thin and fragile.

His leather shoes stomped over the horrifying pool of blood on the ground, making a thick, dull sound, like the whisper of a demon, echoing endlessly in the deathly silence, each stomp striking the heart.

The blood in the pool of blood, like paint splashed wantonly, spread wildly, soaking his leather shoes and seemingly permeating the entire conference room with despair and fear.

He walked on and on, as if time itself had frozen with his steps, and the air around him grew colder and more oppressive.

His steps faltered slightly as one hand touched the cold doorknob.

The doorknob was as cold as a block of iron in the dead of winter, causing his hand to tremble slightly. (End of Chapter)