My Ares Son-in-Law

Ghost Strategist was startled. Confident in his superior martial arts skills, he thought he had seized an opportunity and slashed at the afterimage with his sword.

The blade, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, fell heavily, but only struck empty air, embedding itself in the wooden box beside it.

With a "crack," the wooden box was split open, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Just as the blade missed its target and embedded itself in the wooden box, the real dagger was thrust out from an impossible angle.

The angle was tricky and ruthless, making it impossible to defend against, and it precisely pierced his left rib.

Gui Mou felt a sharp pain, his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the dagger in his chest, let out a muffled groan of pain, and then collapsed straight to the ground.

"Afterimage...it's an afterimage!"

Upon seeing this, the other person screamed in terror.

His voice, sharp and shrill with fear, echoed in the silent council chamber.

He brandished his enormous machete, hacking wildly and slashing as if that would dispel the fear in his heart.

The machete drew sharp arcs in the air, creating a whistling sound, but it only tore through the air, without even touching a single hem of Xiao Chen's clothes.

Xiao Chen was like a ghost plunging into the shadows, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, making it impossible for anyone to find his whereabouts.

When he appeared, he had already quietly appeared behind that person.

The black iron dagger was silently thrust out, like the scythe of death, piercing the man's neck from behind and exiting through his Adam's apple.

The man's massive body stood frozen for a moment, as if time itself had stopped, before collapsing with a deafening roar, raising a cloud of dust.

The smoke and dust filled the air, carrying a pungent, bloody smell, making people feel even more oppressed and fearful.

At this moment, only two people remained standing in the entire council chamber.

Xiao Chen!

He stood tall and straight, like an ancient pine tree, proudly standing amidst the pool of blood.

His eyes were cold and resolute, without the slightest fear or pity, as if what he had just experienced was nothing more than a trivial battle.

The bloodstains on his body only added to his coldness and domineering aura.

Situ Cang!
He was drenched in cold sweat, his silk shirt clinging tightly to his body, sticky and icy, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He stared intently at the blood-dripping dagger, as if it were the most terrifying thing in the world.

The dagger was long and narrow, entirely black, gleaming with a cold light in the dim light, except for a single line of silver on the blade, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, sharp and deadly.

The end of the handle is inlaid with a dark red gemstone, as if it were congealed blood. The gemstone exudes an eerie aura, as if it contains endless evil and power.

"You...who are you?"

Situ Cang's voice was as dry as a gear that hadn't been oiled in a long time, and each utterance was accompanied by a tooth-grinding cracking sensation.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he instinctively took a step back.

As he stepped back, his bent leg collided squarely with the exquisitely carved armchair behind him, a symbol of his noble status.

The immense impact caused him to lose his balance instantly, and he slumped into the chair in an extremely disheveled state, like a ferocious beast whose claws had been removed.

His right hand instinctively reached for his waist, where a gilded Browning pistol was hidden.

This gun, usually a symbol of his power and authority, now felt incredibly heavy in his hand. His fingers seemed frozen; he couldn't pull the small trigger.

He tried to scream for help, hoping his men outside would rush in and save him, but it felt like an invisible hand was gripping his throat, preventing him from making a sound. Only his rapid, heavy breathing echoed in the silent space.

Xiao Chen seemed completely oblivious to Situ Cang's fear and struggle. He walked calmly, stepping over the sticky pool of blood one step at a time.

With each step, the soles of his boots made a chilling "thud" as they touched the pool of blood. The sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent council chamber, like the death knell beating to summon death.

His figure appeared even taller and more mysterious in the dim light, like a god of death emerging from hell.

He slowly raised his hand, his movements elegant and composed, and gently wiped away a drop of blood that had splattered on his cheek.

The drop of blood slid down his fingertips, as if it were a testament to the bloody battle he had just experienced.

When he moved his hand away, his cold, hard, stone-carved profile was revealed. The lines of his profile were resolute, and his eyes were deep and cold, as if they held endless secrets and endless killing intent.

"God of War King".

Xiao Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it was like an ice pick, piercing straight into Situ Cang's bone marrow, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Xiao Chen".

He repeated his name again, his voice calm yet firm, as if declaring an irresistible fact.

"War God King... Xiao Chen?"

Upon hearing this name, Situ Cang's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

His blood froze instantly, as if enveloped by an invisible chill that ran from his head to his toes.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered.

Legend has it that the God of War, Wang Xiaochen, was fiercely opposed to evil and could not tolerate even the slightest injustice. No matter where he hid, any villain he set his sights on could not escape his punishment.

He was like a sharp sword, cutting down all evil in the world and making countless villains tremble with fear.

But Situ Cang clearly heard that this terrifying being had been dead for a long time. How could he suddenly appear here and so easily eliminate so many of his capable subordinates?

Just as Situ Cang was filled with shock and his thoughts were in turmoil, Xiao Chen had already walked to within three feet of the grand master's chair.

The black iron dagger in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the blood droplets on the dagger slowly rolled down the tip, creating a tiny dark flower in the dust.

The dark patterns, like marks of death, filled the entire space with an aura of death.

Xiao Chen's eyes were calm and indifferent, without the slightest ripple. He looked at Situ Cang quietly, as if he were looking at an inanimate object, without a trace of pity or emotion, as if Situ Cang's life or death was completely unimportant to him.

In his eyes, Situ Cang was nothing more than a sinner about to be judged, and all that awaited him was endless punishment and death.

"No!"

In this life-or-death predicament, extreme fear overwhelmed Situ Cang like a surging tide, but it also fueled his madness like a trapped beast.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, and the blood vessels in his eyes burst open instantly, as if countless red venomous snakes were writhing wildly inside. His eyes revealed an extreme resistance to death and a strong desire to survive.

At this moment, the will to survive, like a ferocious beast, completely overwhelmed his remaining rationality, making him desperately try to break free from the shackles of death.

Situ Cang suddenly sprang up, his movements as swift as a cannonball. (End of Chapter)