My Ares Son-in-Law

Situ Cang stomped his right foot hard on the ground with such force that it seemed he wanted to trample the entire world under his feet.

With a muffled "boom," the heavy marble floor tiles couldn't withstand the enormous impact and shattered.

Countless sharp stones flew up, whistling through the air like hidden weapons.

At the same time, his left hand quickly grabbed the heavy rosewood armchair beside him.

This chair, which was usually a symbol of his status and authority, had now become his weapon in his death throes.

He poured all his energy into his arms without reservation, and the muscles on his arms instantly bulged like iron, with veins protruding like earthworms, exuding a chilling sense of power.

With his full swing, the chair, carrying immense force and a piercing whistling sound, crashed down on Xiao Chen's head like a collapsing mountain.

The air was compressed by this powerful force, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like the lament of death.

"Die!"

Situ Cang roared hoarsely, his voice tearing through the air like thunder, echoing endlessly in the confined space.

His face was twisted in a ferocious expression, as if he could already see Xiao Chen being smashed to pieces, and a twisted sense of pleasure welled up in his heart.

"Oh!"

A deafening roar erupted like thunder, sending splinters of wood flying and spraying like a torrential downpour.

The hard sandalwood, under the impact of the terrifying force, became as fragile as a rotten branch, and was instantly pulverized into countless tiny fragments.

The sawdust danced in the air like snowflakes of death, carrying a pungent woody scent.

However, just as Situ Cang thought his attack had succeeded, the ferocity on his face instantly turned into extreme horror and bewilderment.

He felt a powerful force slamming into his arms, like a raging wave, causing him excruciating pain, as if every bone was about to be shattered.

His tiger's mouth was split open with large gashes, and blood dripped down his fingers onto the ground, forming shocking blood spots.

But that sure-fire strike missed!

The flying wood chips and fragments bounced off as if hitting an invisible and tough wall of copper and iron when they were still half a foot away from Xiao Chen's body, and fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

Xiao Chen stood there quietly, like an unshakeable mountain.

His black robes fluttered slightly in the strong wind, yet remained spotless and undamaged, as if the breathtaking attack had never happened.

Situ Cang stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief. Fear washed over him again, and he knew that this time, he was truly doomed.

A layer of pale golden aura, clearly visible to the naked eye and flowing gently like ripples on water, slowly spread from Xiao Chen's body, rippling slightly three feet away from him.

Its aura was dreamlike and ethereal, yet it subtly contained an indescribable, immense power, like a lurking beast that could unleash devastating might at any moment.

However, this strange aura only rippled for a moment before disappearing like the receding tide, leaving behind only a solid and heavy aura, an aura that was indestructible and seemed to be unshakable by any external force.

"Condensing Qi into罡 (Gāng)... Transforming the illusory into the real!"

When Situ Cang saw this scene, he felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if he had been struck hard by an invisible lightning bolt.

His body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, and he staggered backward, each step seeming to require all his strength. Suddenly, his back slammed into the dilapidated display shelf behind him.

With a loud crash, the antique porcelain pieces displayed on the display shelf shattered like fragile glass, scattering across the floor.

The precious porcelain shards scattered everywhere, shimmering with a desolate light under the dim lamplight, as if telling of Situ Cang's despair at this moment.

Situ Cang, however, seemed completely oblivious to all of this. He stared intently at Xiao Chen, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, as if trying to uncover some secret from Xiao Chen.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a complete sound; his voice was shrill and distorted due to extreme terror.
"You are not a martial artist!"
You are... a cultivator!
You are a legendary cultivator!

A memory from the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

It was a moonlit night, and a wandering wanderer was drunk in a tavern.

Situ Cang happened to be in the tavern at the time, and out of curiosity, he went over to listen to the strange man's long-winded talk.

The strange man, in his drunken state, mentioned that above martial arts experts, there was an even more extraordinary existence.

They can absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, control the mysterious and unpredictable spiritual energy, and possess the supernatural powers of moving mountains and filling seas, and achieving immortality.

It is a realm that transcends ordinary martial power; it is a mythical being that has entered the real world.

Situ Cang dismissed the strange man's drunken ramblings as mere superstition, taking it all as nothing more than an absurd legend.

But at this moment, the terrifying strength that Xiao Chen was displaying made him realize that the realm he once regarded as legendary was now vividly present before his eyes.

He felt his worldview collapse in that instant, as if he were in a dream world where everything seemed so unreal.

Xiao Chen stood there quietly. Upon hearing Situ Cang's words, his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly. The movement was so small, yet it revealed a kind of superior authority.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet filled with undeniable authority:

"You do have some knowledge."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

These last three simple words, however, were like a death sentence, announcing the end of Situ Cang's fate.

Situ Cang felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head, and his soul seemed to be ripped out of his body.

His knees buckled, unable to support his weight any longer, and he collapsed to his knees in the cold, bloody mess with a thud.

His clothes were stained with blood, but he was oblivious. He mechanically banged his forehead against the ground, as if that would give him a chance to live, even though he knew in his heart that it was all in vain.

"Lord War God King!"

Master Xiao!
Spare me!
Spare my life! "

Situ Cang shouted hoarsely, his voice sharp and mournful, as if it were a wail from hell.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and snot and tears streamed down his face, covering his entire body. There was no trace of the majesty and domineering presence he once possessed as a martial arts hero of the ancient city.

At this moment, he was like a wild beast cornered by a hunter, left only with endless fear and despair. (End of Chapter)