My Ares Son-in-Law

Luo Sha's once imposing and powerful body, exuding the terrifying might of the Tongtian Realm, now seemed to have all its bones completely ripped out by an invisible and powerful force.

His once upright posture collapsed instantly, and he fell forward like a completely kneaded, unsupported lump of mud, limp and silent.

The heavy body slammed onto the cold, filthy cement floor with a dull thud, like a heavy sigh of life's end.

As his body collapsed, a spurt of blood gushed from his wound. The splashing blood, in the dim light, resembled the most eerie and bizarre flowers suddenly blooming in the darkness.

The scarlet color stood out starkly in the deathly silence, as if it were the grotesque mockery of death itself.

“I said,”

Xiao Chen's expression was cold and stern as he slowly withdrew the hand that had just ended a life.

His gaze was as calm as a bottomless, icy pool; he didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground that was rapidly losing temperature and gradually stiffening.

His cold, resolute voice echoed in the deathly silent corridor, where one could almost hear a heartbeat. Each word carried immense weight, like fate's final judgment on evil.
"You talk too much nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire corridor fell into complete silence.

It was a silence that sent chills down your spine, as if time itself had frozen, and all sound had been swallowed up by the bloody scene.

The air was thick with an almost overwhelming stench of blood; the pungent smell, mixed with the putrid odor of death, made one want to vomit.

Only a few broken light bulbs remained, stubbornly flickering a faint light and occasionally emitting a buzzing sound like the painful groans of a dying person, adding to the desolation and horror.

Xiao Chen's gaze, like a sharp, cold glint, passed over the haphazardly laid, incomplete bodies on the ground, and the pool of blood so glaring it was almost unbearable to look at, finally landing on Zhou Hongyan, who was curled up in the corner.

At this moment, Zhou Hongyan's face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like a fragile piece of white paper that could be torn apart at any moment by this terrifying atmosphere.

Her whole body trembled slightly, her hands tightly hugging her knees, her head buried deep between her legs, as if this could help her escape this cruel reality.

The icy killing intent in Xiao Chen's eyes receded rapidly like the receding tide, leaving only a bottomless calm, a calm that seemed to conceal endless profound meaning.

He took a light step, each step landing on the sticky bloodstains with a "plop plop" sound, as if life was struggling in a pool of blood.

He walked step by step to Zhou Hongyan's side, then slowly squatted down, looking at her with gentle and concerned eyes.

"How about it?"

He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Zhou Hongyan. His voice was still like the cold wind in winter, devoid of warmth, but compared to the bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze one's soul before, it was much less.

The voice was so calm, as if asking about something utterly mundane.
"Can you move?"

Zhou Hongyan was still in a terrible nightmare, unable to recover from the shock of the lightning-fast, yet extremely bloody and cruel killing.

The bloody scene replayed in her mind like a movie: Luo Sha's ferocious face, his waving claws, the splattering blood, and Xiao Chen's cold and fierce attacks... Every image was like a sharp knife, piercing her nerves.

It wasn't until she heard Xiao Chen's voice that she jolted awake from her daze. In an instant, intense pain surged like a tidal wave from her right leg and back. The pain was so fierce that she couldn't help but gasp. Her already pale face became even more bloodless, and her delicate brows furrowed tightly, as if they could trap a fly.

She instinctively pressed her hand tightly against her right thigh, which was throbbing with excruciating pain—the very spot where Luo Sha had struck her with a vicious palm earlier.

At this moment, the skin was swollen high, showing an unnatural bluish-purple color, like a piece of rotten flesh filled with blood clots, which was shocking to look at.

"My leg...my leg feels broken..."

Zhou Hongyan's voice trembled slightly, carrying suppressed pain and a hint of weakness from surviving a disaster.

The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible, as if a gentle breeze could disperse it.

She tried to move her body slightly to see how badly she was injured. However, even this small movement caused excruciating pain, like a red-hot iron branding her body, making her face turn pale instantly, fine beads of sweat appear on her forehead, and her body tremble uncontrollably.

"The back too..."

She bit her lip and uttered those words with difficulty, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with endless pain.

"Don't move."

Xiao Chen frowned slightly and interrupted her without hesitation, his tone firm and unquestionable, as if his words were an inviolable command.

He slowly reached out his hand, the movement was not gentle, but rather carried an irresistible force, like an iron clamp directly prying away Zhou Hongyan's hands that were firmly pressed against her legs.

His fingers were long and strong, and when they touched Zhou Hongyan's skin, she couldn't help but shiver.

Zhou Hongyan's heart skipped a beat, as if an invisible hand had suddenly gripped her heart, and a bad premonition instantly seized her!

What is this guy trying to do?!

Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at Xiao Chen, instinctively shrinking back as if to avoid the impending danger.

However, her injured body wouldn't obey her commands, leaving her helplessly frozen in place, at Xiao Chen's mercy.

"Xiao Chen! You...you mustn't do anything reckless!"

Zhou Hongyan cried out in alarm. Her voice was distorted by the intense pain and extreme tension, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand. It was sharp and trembling.

Although she knew in her heart that the man in front of her had just saved her at the last moment, rescuing her from the clutches of that evil demon, the swift and merciless killing methods he had used just now were like a nightmare replaying in her mind.

Those icy eyes seemed to regard human life as worthless, and every attack was carried with a deadly resolve, sending chills down one's spine.

Moreover, the lingering chill emanating from him, like a winter's wind, seeped straight into her bones, still instinctively filling her with a sense of fear and unease. (End of Chapter)