My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's every move was precise and ruthless, leaving them no chance to unite, plunging the members of the Black Phoenix Organization into endless panic and despair.

A chilling killing intent, like a tangible cold wave, instantly swept through the blood-soaked council hall.

The murderous intent seemed to freeze the air, making it difficult to breathe.

The council chamber fell into a deathly silence for a moment, as if time itself had stopped flowing.

Immediately, a roar erupted:

"court death!"

The roar echoed like thunder throughout the council chamber.

Seven figures emerged from the shadows. They were all experts from the Black Phoenix Organization, who had killed countless people in their daily lives and were known for their cruelty.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent. The blades sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for the throat, heart, waist and abdomen of the attackers.

Seven knives wove a deadly net, so dense and seamless that it seemed to trap Xiao Chen completely, leaving him nowhere to escape.

However, the figure in the net suddenly became blurred.

The lead swordsman felt a blur before his eyes, as if he were seeing a hallucination.

Before he could react, the cold glint of the dagger had already pierced his vision.

The cold light, like a chilling star, flashed with deadly danger.

Xiao Chen appeared before him like a ghost, the dagger in his hand like the scythe of death, about to reap his life.

"Pfft!"

The dull yet piercing sound suddenly exploded in the deathly silent dark room, like tattered leather being ripped apart by a sharp blade, carrying a chilling sense of finality.

The blade pierced the skull; its ruthlessness and sharpness sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Situ Cang was rhythmically tapping the armrest, the "tap tap tap" sound like the rhythmic beat of his control over the situation.

However, the sudden sound made him stop abruptly, his fingers froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

He didn't even see how the person moved.

In that instant, the person seemed to transform into a ghostly shadow that suddenly stretched out in the dark room, silent yet incredibly fast.

One moment they were still far away, the next they were already close to the target. By the time everyone reacted, the tragedy had already occurred.

Without pausing, Xiao Chen delivered the fatal blow and, like a ferocious cheetah, charged straight into the second man's arms.

His movements were swift and fluid, his true energy bursting forth from his arms with a force like a surging tide, unstoppable.

The fist struck the swordsman's breastplate with a heavy thud, and the steel breastplate shattered like thin porcelain, shards flying everywhere.

The knife-wielder felt a tremendous force strike him, and he was sent flying like a cannonball, his back slamming hard against a concrete pillar.

A sickening cracking sound rang out, like a death knell announcing his doom.

Then, the person slid down like a broken bag, leaving a glaring bloodstain on the pillar. The blood, like a serpentine snake, looked particularly gruesome on the dark cement pillar.

At this moment, the third and fourth knives, like vicious wolves, were already above his head, carrying a sharp killing intent and a whistling sound, and slashed down fiercely towards Xiao Chen.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, as if it wanted to devour Xiao Chen completely. Xiao Chen, however, remained calm. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and his body soared up like a hawk, light and agile.

His right leg tore through the air, sweeping out with the force of wind and thunder, so fast that all that could be seen was a blurry afterimage.

"Crack! Click!"

Two crisp yet terrifying sounds rang out. As the legs passed, two heads twisted at bizarre angles, and the crisp sound of broken necks could be clearly heard, like the sinister laughter of a demon.

The headless corpse charged forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering onto the piled-up cargo containers. The scarlet blood stood out starkly against the gray cargo containers, and the stench quickly spread, filling the entire dark room with the aura of death.

The remaining three men were terrified by the sight, and their previously fierce sword strikes faltered.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, and their hands holding knives trembled slightly.

In that split second of stillness, a ghostly figure had already slipped between them.

The dagger in Xiao Chen's hand transformed into a twisting silver snake, moving nimbly yet deadly as it pierced and cut.

His movements were skillful and precise, each strike hitting the vital points.

Throat, temple, back of the heart... With each flash of the blade, a spray of blood would inevitably follow, the blood like blooming red flowers, appearing both tragically beautiful and terrifying in the dark room.

A man staggered backward, clutching his bleeding neck. His face was filled with terror and pain, and blood kept gushing from between his fingers, staining his clothes red.

In his panic, he knocked over a gasoline can. The sound of the metal can rolling was particularly eerie in the deathly silence, like a countdown to death.

The iron bucket rolled across the ground, making a clanging sound that struck the hearts of the crowd with each thud, intensifying their fear.

In just three breaths, the seven men who had been so aggressive and eager to take Xiao Chen's life were now all lying dead on the ground.

The seven corpses lay scattered about, some twisted into strange positions, others with their limbs outstretched, as if they had suffered great pain and fear before their deaths.

Blood spread rampantly across the cold concrete floor, like a giant, scarlet spider web covering the entire ground.

The blood reflected the pale halo of the overhead light, the light twisting and deforming in the pool of blood, like menacing ghosts, adding to the eeriness and horror of the bloody scene.

The thick, pungent smell of blood filled every inch of the council chamber, almost tangible.

The smell was pungent and nauseating, so sticky that it felt as if you were in a giant pool of blood, making every breath extremely difficult and suffocating.

Deep within the council chamber, Situ Cang slowly rose from the exquisitely carved grand chair that exuded his noble status.

His movements were slow and stiff, as if the sudden change had drained all his strength.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his eyes were filled with terror and despair, as if he had seen the most horrible thing in the world.

His two remaining trusted confidants were also terrified.

They gripped their knives tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force, and the veins on their hands bulging like menacing earthworms.

However, despite their desperate attempts to steady their hands, the knife continued to tremble uncontrollably, making a buzzing sound, as if it too was trembling at the horrific scene.

They finally saw it clearly: every time the person moved, it was as mysterious and unpredictable as a ghost, leaving a faint afterimage in the place where he stood.

The afterimage was faint and elusive, like a phantom from another world, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion. (End of Chapter)