My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's energy was gentle yet powerful, carrying an indescribable mystery.

He slowly opened the document, and in the cold moonlight, he read the words on it in a low voice: "Li Can, head of the Western Region of the Yama Palace?"

Every word carried a hint of doubt, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, as if he were judging the authenticity of the document and the credibility of Li Can's words.

"Yes, yes, that's right! It's the Hall of Yama, the King of Hell!"

"Brother, now you should believe me, right? We're really one of us!" Upon hearing this, Li Can felt like a drowning man grasping at a last straw. He let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had just been pulled back from the brink of death.

His body felt as if all his strength had been drained away; his tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his taut nerves also eased slightly.

He even felt that the foot pressing on his chest seemed to have lessened a little, and the pressure that was originally like a huge boulder seemed to have lessened, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

However, before he could fully relax, just as a balloon had deflated a little, unexpected events followed one after another.

Xiao Chen merely glanced indifferently at the document in his hand, his eyes showing no fluctuation whatsoever, as if the document representing supreme honor and authority was nothing more than a piece of waste paper.

He curled his lips slightly downward, a hint of disdain in his expression, and casually tossed the document on the ground as if it were trash.

With a "thud," the ID fell to the ground, its sound particularly jarring in the quiet space.

Immediately afterwards, the chilling white true energy at his fingertips began to condense once more.

The white true energy seemed to have a life of its own, constantly rotating and swirling at his fingertips, becoming more solid and terrifying than before!
The surrounding air was distorted by this powerful true energy, making a "sizzling" sound.

A chilling killing intent, almost tangible, emanated from Xiao Chen, locking onto Li Can once again!

The feeling was like being targeted by a ferocious beast, with nowhere to escape.

"Sorry, I've never heard of it." Xiao Chen's voice was cold and resolute, like a judgment from the deepest hell, devoid of any emotion.

The moment the words fell, that finger, imbued with the aura of death, shot out like an arrow and once again pointed without hesitation at Li Can's brow!
The speed was so fast that Li Can had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the finger grew larger and larger in front of him.

Seeing the murderous intent descend once more, even more ruthless and decisive than before, Li Can was terrified out of his wits and his heart pounded with fear!
His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to bulge out, and his face was filled with terror and despair.

His body trembled uncontrollably, like a sieve.

His mind went blank, filled only with endless fear.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

"How could you not have even heard of the Underworld?!"

"This is not scientific!" Li Can shouted frantically in his heart. He just couldn't understand how anyone in this world could be unaware of the prestige of the Underworld.

It should be known that the Yama Palace is a legendary and feared institution in the martial arts world and the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world).

But the Xiao Chen in front of him seemed to be someone from another world, completely ignorant of the Yama's Palace, yet so decisive in taking his life.

At this moment, Li Can was filled with regret and despair. He regretted why he had accepted this mission and why he had provoked Xiao Chen, this terrifying monster.

He knew that this time, he was probably doomed.

What the hell!

What the hell!

What the hell!

That intense premonition of death, like a surging black tide, instantly overwhelmed Li Can completely.

He felt a darkness engulf him, the shadow of death looming over him, gripping his throat and making it almost impossible for him to breathe. In that life-or-death moment, he no longer cared about discipline or dignity; the rules and regulations he usually held dear became insignificant.

He mustered all his strength, veins bulging on his neck, face flushed red, and screamed hoarsely, "Heavens!"

"My master is Huang Tian!"

"It's him!"

"He sent me!!"

The sound was sharp and shrill, as if it wanted to break through the oppressive space and transmit the signal for survival to every corner.

"Ding--!"

Just as that fatal finger was about to touch Li Can's brow, time seemed to freeze.

The finger suddenly stopped just a sheet of paper away from Li Can's brow, as if it were being held tightly by an invisible force.

The sharp energy emanating from his fingertips, like a razor-sharp blade, had already pierced his skin. A trickle of bright red blood slowly flowed down his nose, dripping onto the ground and splashing up a small blood flower.

The blood was a vivid and glaring color, as if it were a mark left by the Grim Reaper.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying killing intent receded like a tide.

The oppressive and suffocating atmosphere eased considerably in an instant.

Li Can felt as if a huge boulder that had been weighing on his heart had been suddenly lifted, and he felt much lighter.

Li Can collapsed to the ground, as if all his bones had been removed, his whole body limp and weak.

He was panting heavily, each breath accompanied by a trembling sensation of relief after surviving a near-death experience.

His heavy breathing echoed in the silent space, as if it were his yearning for life.

My whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and my clothes clung tightly to my body, wet as if I had just been pulled out of the water.

A feeling of extreme exhaustion, as if he had survived a disaster, swept over his entire body. He felt his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he just wanted to close his eyes and get a good night's sleep.

Damn it... What the hell is this... Li Can was a brilliant man, quite famous in the martial arts world, usually imposing and respected wherever he went.

But today, in front of Xiao Chen, who is too young for his age, he was so embarrassed and almost died here.

He was filled with regret and lingering fear, a mix of emotions that nearly drove him to the brink of collapse.

Xiao Chen slowly withdrew his finger, which was imbued with deadly killing intent, but the icy pressure emanating from his body did not dissipate in the slightest.

The oppressive aura was so palpable that it permeated the air, sending chills down one's spine.

He looked down at Li Can, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, his eyes filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

His voice was like ice colliding, cold and harsh: "You know Huang Tian?"

"Did he send you?"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

Li Can felt as if a million ants were gnawing at his chest, or as if a raging torrent was churning within him; the excruciating pain nearly made him faint. (End of Chapter)