My Ares Son-in-Law

But Ling Xiao did not hesitate at all; he simply stood there quietly, like a statue.

He didn't turn around, as if everything behind him was no longer related to him, or as if he didn't care to even glance at Di Lang, who was lying paralyzed in a pool of blood.

Only that deep, clear voice, like a final maxim, carrying a detached indifference that seemed to pierce through life and death, echoed clearly in this deathly silence:

"The person who taught me this formation once told me,"

The smoke drifted from between his lips and teeth like soft clouds, yet carried a mysterious and dangerous aura.

"This acupuncture technique, when used to heal the sick and save lives, can rival even the King of Hell in taking lives..."

His voice was deep and steady, as if he were telling an ancient and mysterious legend.

Each word struck like a heavy hammer into the depths of one's soul, inspiring awe for this miraculous acupuncture technique.

However, the next moment, his voice suddenly turned cold, like a sudden gust of wind in the dead of winter, carrying a chilling killing intent that could cut everything off:
"...By committing evil, even the high and mighty gods and Buddhas in the heavens can kneel down and beg for mercy!"

The sound was like a roar from hell, filled with endless anger and determination.

It was as if this acupuncture technique was not merely a skill, but also a weapon he used to fight against all evil and injustice in the world.

As he finished speaking, he opened the heavy door without hesitation.

The door creaked and groaned, as if it were groaning in pain.

His figure disappeared into the shadows of the corridor outside the door.

Only the door remained, creaking heavily and slowly in the airflow, like the sigh of the gates of hell.

The sound echoed in the empty conference room for a long time, sending chills down one's spine.

Di Lang lay alone in the cold, viscous pool of blood, his body seemingly drained of all strength, unable to move an inch.

An immense fear, like cold vines, tightly coiled around his broken heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His eyes were wide open, filled with despair and terror, as if he were seeing the most horrific sight in the world.

He held his breath, his body trembling uncontrollably, waiting desperately for the unknown punishment that was destined to be more terrible than death.

Every second felt like a year. Xiao Chen's cold eyes and chilling words kept flashing through his mind, as if those words had turned into curses, binding him tightly in this endless fear.

He knew that his fate had come to an end, and the unknown punishment would be a nightmare he could never bear for the rest of his life.

one second...

Time seemed to be stretched out gently by an invisible hand, each second slowed down countless times. In this deathly silent space, it was like heavy drumbeats, striking one's heart again and again, making one feel uneasy.

Two seconds...

A suffocating tension filled the air, as if a storm was about to break.

Di Lang stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, his eyes filled with fear and confusion. He tried to find a glimmer of hope in the endless darkness, but all he could find was endless despair.

three seconds...

“Uh…” Suddenly, Di Lang let out a short, painful groan.

The sound was like the mournful cry of a wounded beast in the darkness, filled with helplessness and despair.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable tingling sensation, like millions of tiny, barbed ants, suddenly emerged from the deepest part of his limbs, bones, and internal organs!

The feeling was like countless tiny needles pricking every inch of his skin at the same time, or like countless insects wriggling and gnawing wildly inside his body.

The tingling sensation came so suddenly and so intensely that Di Lang had no time to react.

His body froze instantly, the muscles on his face contorted uncontrollably, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

Then came excruciating pain!

It wasn't the sharp pain of shattered bones, but a terrifying, excruciating pain that seemed to tear his flesh, bones, and soul apart and grind them into powder from the inside out!
The excruciating pain overwhelmed him like a surging tide, leaving him unable to breathe or think.

"what--!!!"

A scream that was not human, so shrill it could tear eardrums, suddenly burst out from Di Lang's throat!
The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, filled with endless pain and despair.

This scream was a hundred times more painful than any before!
A thousand times!
It seemed as if it would shake the entire conference room to pieces.

He felt as if his body had been thrown into a giant furnace!

Every single cell is burning and boiling wildly!
The skin turned bright red and hot at a visible speed, as if it had been burned by a raging fire.

Subcutaneous blood vessels bulged wildly like twisted earthworms, each one clearly visible, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

The muscles spasm, twitch, and swell uncontrollably!

It was as if a pack of enraged wild beasts were rampaging through his body, causing him immense pain.

The bones groaned under the strain, as if they would break into countless pieces at any moment.

"No...don't...kill me...kill me!!!"

Di Lang rolled and twisted wildly on the ground, his body rubbing violently against the ground, making a "rustling" sound.

He futilely scratched his burning body with his remaining limbs, his fingernails drawing deep, bone-revealing cuts on his skin. Blood flowed down his arms, staining the ground beneath him red.

But the pain, originating from the deepest part of the body and ignited by the silver needles, burning like hellfire, could not be relieved in the slightest.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and he kept muttering words of pleas for mercy, but the pain was like a demon, tightly binding him and refusing to let him go even for a moment.

His body was like a balloon being manipulated by a demon, constantly inflating and deforming at a terrifying speed in that abyss of unimaginable pain!
Every inch of skin was being relentlessly pulled by that terrifying force, as if it would completely shatter at any moment.

The skin was stretched to almost transparent, and through the thin, cicada-wing-like surface, one could see the wildly surging blood and twisted, deformed muscle tissue inside, presenting a bizarre and terrifying dark red color, like the skin of a demon that had been scorched by hellfire for a long time.

His facial features were completely distorted and displaced by the immense pressure, and his once handsome face now looked as ferocious and terrifying as a demon.

His eyes bulged out, like two glass marbles about to be squeezed out of their sockets, bloodshot and seemingly about to explode at any moment, splattering blood containing endless pain. (End of Chapter)