My Ares Son-in-Law

"I'm just a lowly soldier who follows orders!"
I was merely used as a pawn in this complicated situation!

As Situ Cang cried out, he kowtowed desperately, his forehead slamming heavily against the ground with a loud "thud." Soon, his forehead became a bloody mess, and blood flowed down his cheeks, staining the ground red.

"Keep me here!"
I'm sure I'll be useful to you!

Just think about it, Black Phoenix's businesses are an enormous fortune, and those ledgers hold countless secrets. The gold and silver treasures in the vault are piled up like mountains...

I'll give you everything!

"If you spare my life, all of this is yours!"

His eyes revealed a hint of madness and greed, as if he were imagining using this wealth to exchange for his own life.

"And then there are the connections in the ancient city, which I've painstakingly built up over ten years!"

Over the past decade, I have made the acquaintance of countless high-ranking officials and heroes. These connections are like an invisible net; if you make good use of them, you can get whatever you want in the ancient city!

There's also the secret of the Black Hawk Society, a shocking secret that could overturn the entire martial arts world!
I'll tell you everything!
I can be your most loyal dog. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. I will help you reclaim everything you want and wipe out everyone in the ancient city who dares to oppose you!

Situ Cang seemed to have grasped at the last straw. His eyes widened, filled with longing and pleading. He desperately tried to demonstrate his remaining value, as if Xiao Chen would let him go if he spoke enough and sincerely enough.

Xiao Chen stood there quietly, like an unshakeable mountain, looking down at the man below who was as insignificant as an insect.

His eyes were indifferent and unwavering, devoid of any pity or sympathy, as if the person pleading before him was nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the world.

His fingers twirled gently, the black iron dagger deftly twirling between them in a graceful and elegant motion, yet exuding a chilling killing intent.

Blood flowed along the blade of the dagger, like a bloodthirsty serpent, reflecting in his deep pupils, sending chills down one's spine.

"your things?"

Xiao Chen finally spoke slowly, his voice cold and deep, as if it came from the deepest hell.

"I don't care..."

A chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips, a smile devoid of warmth, filled only with endless mockery and disdain.

Upon hearing these words, Situ Cang's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by lightning. His eyes were filled with despair and fear, and he collapsed to the ground, as if all his strength had been drained away.

The last glimmer of hope in his heart vanished in those cold words.

"As for your so-called loyalty..."

Xiao Chen shook his head slightly, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

He slightly raised the black iron dagger in his hand, its cold light locking onto Situ Cang's trembling neck. That cold light was like the scythe of death, ready to fall at any moment.

"Don't you know that the entire War God Alliance belongs to me?"
What will you offer me in return for your loyalty?
Do you think you still have the right to talk about loyalty?

A profound sense of despair, like a surging tide, instantly overwhelmed Situ Cang.

His body trembled uncontrollably, every cell seemed to be devoured by this despair, and his consciousness gradually blurred in the endless darkness.

He opened his mouth, his chapped lips twitching slightly, as if he wanted to let out a final wail, to vent the endless fear and resentment in his heart; or as if he wanted to utter a vicious curse, cursing the fate that had driven him to this desperate situation, cursing Xiao Chen, who was high above and controlled his life and death.

However, he never got the chance to make a sound.

A condensed, almost tangible silver blade of energy, carrying an extremely sharp aura, shot out from the tip of the black iron dagger like a bolt of lightning slicing through the night sky! The blade of energy was so fast that no one had time to react; it was as if it had always existed in this world, only now revealing its sharpness.

"laugh!"

The sound was like a sharp blade slicing through silk, yet it carried a chilling crispness.

The air blade sliced ​​across Situ Cang's neck without any hindrance, as easily as a hot knife through butter.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The horror and despair on Situ Cang's face froze instantly. In his wide eyes, there was still a last glimmer of desire for life and an extreme fear of death.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but it was too late.

A very thin line of blood slowly appeared on his neck. At first, it was just a faint red line, as if it had been gently drawn by an invisible pen.

But then, the line of blood rapidly expanded, and blood gushed out like a flood bursting its banks.

Immediately, his head separated from his body, and the heavy head fell to the ground with a thud, making a particularly chilling sound in the deathly silent warehouse.

The sound was like the death knell tolling, announcing the end of a life.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly staining the expensive Persian carpet beneath him.

The once brightly colored and beautifully patterned carpet was now soaked in blood, turning into a terrifying dark red scene.

The blood from the previous crowd had not yet dried, and now it mingled with Situ Cang's blood, forming a dark red swamp, like a bottomless abyss, swallowing all life and hope.

Xiao Chen stood quietly in place, his eyes cold and calm, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

He didn't look at the headless corpse again, as if it were nothing more than a pile of worthless trash.

He slowly put away the black iron dagger, tucking it back into his sleeve. The movement was fluid and natural, as if he had done it countless times before.

Then, he turned around and walked with steady and firm steps toward the huge breach in the council chamber.

The night wind, like a wild beast, poured into the warehouse through the breach, blowing his blood-stained clothes.

The hem of her dress fluttered in the wind, like a butterfly struggling in the darkness, yet it also carried a unique sense of freedom and untamed spirit.

Outside the door, the crescent moon, like a hook, struggled to break free from behind the thick clouds.

The cool, clear light, like a silver veil, was splashed onto the shimmering waves of the river.

The shimmering river surface, illuminated by the moonlight, resembled a giant, silvery dragon winding its way into the distance.

Further away, the piercing sound of police sirens shattered the night sky, like sharp arrows, growing clearer and clearer as they approached.

Red and blue lights flashed wildly at the entrance to the dock, like the eyes of a demon, watching everything from the darkness.

Xiao Chen's figure gradually blended into the deep shadows of the warehouse. His steps were light and silent, like a drop of water returning to the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Only his cold words seemed to still echo eerily in the blood-soaked air; his voice, like a judgment from hell, became the sole eulogy in this hellish scene.
"The ancient city is now devoid of the Black Phoenix." (End of Chapter)