My Ares Son-in-Law

The cold sweat slid down Jin Lang's cheeks, bringing a chilling sensation that made him shiver involuntarily.

The icy touch mercilessly reminded him that this was not a nightmare, but a cruel reality that was hard to accept!

Because this guy... is that evil spirit!

That nightmare that he never wanted to recall or even remember again for the rest of his life!

Whenever Jin Lang recalls that scene, he feels his soul tremble, as if he is in an endless abyss of darkness, with no hope in sight.

Back when Mingcheng and Yang Tian were dealt with!
It was a cloudy day, and the air was thick with a sense of oppression and tension.

Jin Lang happened to be there too!
He originally went there just to watch the fun, but little did he know that this trip would become a terrifying memory that he could never erase from his life.

As an observer, he witnessed firsthand a scene that was as bloody and terrifying as purgatory, completely overturning his understanding of the world!
The scene was like a horror movie playing out in real life, and he still feels lingering fear when he thinks about it.

He watched as this seemingly thin and ordinary young man walked slowly toward the group of fierce bodyguards with steady and confident steps.

Those bodyguards were all battle-hardened and incredibly fierce; the murderous glint in their eyes seemed capable of devouring a person.

However, when faced with this young man, they were like lambs to the slaughter.

With an absolutely overwhelming and inhumanly terrifying strength, this young man charged into the group of bodyguards like a tiger among sheep.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and every strike carried immense force.

The sound of bones breaking was deafening; in less than three minutes, all of the dozen or so elite bodyguards were swiftly and decisively crippled!
Some bodyguards' limbs were broken at bizarre angles, with white bones piercing their skin and blood gushing out; others were punched in the chest, flying out like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, their fate unknown.

The agonizing screams still seemed to echo in Jin Lang's ears, the sounds like sharp knives cutting into his eardrums, making his heart tremble.

He witnessed firsthand that horrifying and unforgettable scene.

Yang Wei, the eldest son of the Yang family, usually acts arrogantly and domineeringly in the ancient city, relying on the family's power and wealth. He is a notorious playboy.

He walked with an arrogant air, as if the whole world revolved around him, his eyes full of disdain and contempt for others, as if they were nothing more than ants in his eyes.

Yet this person, who considered himself superior and untouchable, was as vulnerable as a lamb to the slaughter in front of that ruthless god.

That fiend stood there, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his eyes as cold as ice blades in the cold night, devoid of any emotion.

He slowly raised his hand, the movement as casual as swatting an annoying fly, carrying a kind of nonchalant cruelty.

"Slap!" The first slap landed heavily on Yang Wei's face, the crisp sound echoing in the silent air, like a heavy hammer striking people's hearts.

Yang Wei's face flushed instantly. He stared wide-eyed at the young man in front of him, seemingly unable to believe that anyone would dare to lay a hand on him.

However, this is just the beginning.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Slap after slap landed mercilessly on Yang Wei's face.

Each slap was accompanied by Yang Wei's screams and a splatter of blood. His teeth flew through the air mixed with blood, and his once handsome face quickly became unrecognizable, swollen like a pig's head, with blood constantly dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless, a pitiful sight, a far cry from his former arrogant self.

But this was not the part that terrified and despaired him the most.

The bloody and cruel scene terrified him, but what happened next truly made his soul tremble, and his limbs felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The news spread like wildfire, even reaching the head of the Yang family, a powerful and influential clan in the ancient city.

This patriarch of the Yang family is a very important figure in the ancient city; if he stomped his foot, the entire city would tremble.

He controlled many industries in the ancient city, had a wealth of skilled subordinates, and was a figure admired and revered by countless people.

When he traveled, he was always surrounded by a large entourage, exuding an extraordinary air of authority and dominance, as if the entire ancient city was under his control.

Upon receiving the news, he was furious, his eyes burning with rage, and he immediately led a large number of men to the scene.

Those henchmen were all fierce-looking, holding various weapons, and exuding a menacing aura, as if they wanted to tear the person who dared to touch their young master to pieces.

However, when they arrived at the scene and saw the menacing figure, the atmosphere became unusually eerie.

The menacing figure remained standing there quietly, his face expressionless, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Just when everyone thought a thrilling battle was about to unfold, this ruthless figure slowly spoke. In a calm yet unquestionable, icy tone, as if commanding an ant, he said to the ruthless tyrant who had dominated the ancient city for decades: "Kneel down."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, ringing in everyone's ears.

The head of the Yang family was stunned at first, then his face showed a look of shock and anger. His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire, and his body trembled slightly with anger.

He had roamed the martial world his entire life; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
He wanted to rebel, and wanted to order his men to tear this arrogant brat to pieces.

However, when he met the young man's unfathomable, emotionless eyes, a nameless fear welled up deep within him.

Those eyes were like two endless abysses, as if they could devour his soul.

After experiencing initial shock, anger, struggle, and disbelief, his will to resist was gradually replaced by fear.

Under the utterly shocked gazes of countless high-society figures and representatives of various forces, the Yang family patriarch's face turned ashen, and he trembled violently.

His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, yet they bent slowly and uncontrollably.

Finally, he knelt down on the cold floor, humiliated and slowly.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the surroundings were deathly silent, with only the heavy breathing and soft sobs of the Yang family patriarch echoing in the air.

Jin Lang, as an observer of all this, felt a chill run down his spine whenever he recalled the scene. He would still be awakened in the middle of the night by the image, drenched in cold sweat, as if that terrifying demon could appear before him at any moment. (End of Chapter)