My Ares Son-in-Law

This strike embodies the old man's decades of skill and is his signature technique that has killed countless people.

Fast, as swift as lightning, leaving no time to react; accurate, like a precision-guided missile, striking the target's vitals; ruthless, with a determination to kill, showing no mercy.

The angle was extremely vicious, clearly a killing move honed over decades. Once it succeeded, it would surely draw blood and kill Xiao Chen instantly.

At the same time, Lu Haoxuan also took a big step, and the cement ground under his feet cracked as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

His internal energy surged like a raging river, flowing through his arms and converging in his palms.

With a single palm strike, the wind howled like a raging storm, carrying the power of thunder and lightning, as if it were about to destroy the entire world.

This palm strike was none other than the Lu family's ultimate technique—the Thunderclap Palm!

This palm technique is incredibly fierce and powerful. Once it hits an enemy, it's like being struck by lightning, resulting in either death or serious injury.

"To die under the Thunder Palm of the Lu family is your good fortune!"

Lu Haoxuan's face was contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged beast.

He channeled all his anger and fear into the power of this palm strike, intending to completely annihilate Xiao Chen.

Facing the deadly attacks coming from both sides, Xiao Chen seemed to be in an empty land, a mocking smile curving his lips, a smile as sharp as a blade, piercing the hearts of Lu Haoxuan and Uncle Wang.

In his eyes, the two men's attacks were like children playing house. Such flawed and flashy moves were hardly worthy of being called the ultimate techniques of a martial arts family.

This is simply a desecration of martial arts.

He didn't even bother using both hands; in his view, one hand was enough to deal with these two clowns.

He slowly extended one hand, fingers slightly spread, his movements calm and composed, as if he were not facing a life-or-death crisis, but rather enjoying a boring performance.

His voice was calm yet contained unparalleled domineering power: "Killing scum like you is more than enough with one hand."

The sound was like a resounding bell, echoing in the air and filling Lu Haoxuan and Uncle Wang with a deep sense of fear.

The moment the words fell, the whole world seemed to fall into a brief silence. Then, Xiao Chen's palm struck like lightning that tore through the night sky, with unparalleled speed and fierce momentum, arriving first despite being behind.

The hand came flying through the air with a sharp whistling sound, accurately grabbing Wang Bo's wrist holding the knife. The movement was clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

"Crack!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out clearly, like a thunderclap in the night, making everyone around shudder.

The sound, like the whisper of a demon, heralded the coming of suffering.

Wang Bo felt an irresistible force surge like a tidal wave, a force far beyond his imagination, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his wrist.

His wrist was instantly twisted into a bizarre angle, almost rotating 360 degrees, and his bones groaned as if they could not bear the strain.

The intense pain was like sharp daggers cutting wildly at his wrists, almost making him faint. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

However, the short knife in his hand was firmly restrained by an invisible force, as if it were being held tightly by an invisible hand, making it impossible for him to let go.

The eerie blue light on the short knife, enveloped by the energy, appeared even more strange and terrifying.

The next second, an overwhelming, destructive force surged into his arm, like a raging flood breaching a dam, completely taking control of his limbs. This force ran rampant throughout his body, causing his muscles to tremble uncontrollably and his bones to creak and groan.

Xiao Chen flicked his wrist slightly, as if wielding a light weapon, and grabbed Wang Bo's hand, twisting it backwards!
The movements were fluid and natural, as if they had been practiced countless times.

The poisoned dagger immediately changed direction, transforming into a blue lightning bolt with even greater speed than before, carrying the aura of death, and slashed fiercely at Lu Haoxuan's arm that was slapping towards him!

The speed was so fast that no one had time to react; all they could see was a blue light flashing past.

"Young Master! Watch out!!"

Wang Bo was so terrified that his eyes widened as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.

His face was filled with despair and fear, and he screamed incoherently!
The sound was sharp and mournful, like a wail from hell.

He tried to break free and let go, but found that his body was completely out of his control, like a puppet on strings, manipulated by Xiao Chen's power, and he had no control over his own body.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, as if time had frozen.

Upon hearing the warning, Lu Haoxuan felt alarm bells ringing in his mind, like a frightened wild beast, with every hair on his body standing on end.

He tried to pull back and avoid the fatal blow, but it was too late.

His body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and his movements became slow and clumsy.

With a clang, the short knife fell to the ground, making a crisp sound that seemed particularly jarring in the silent atmosphere.

However, the blade was already covered with warm, viscous blood. The blood, like blooming red flowers, stood out against the dark blue blade and emitted a pungent, bloody smell.

Lu Haoxuan felt a lightness in his right arm, as if a heavy boulder that had been pressing on his shoulder had suddenly disappeared. However, this sudden ease made him feel a strong sense of unease.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable chill and emptiness washed over him like a tide, quickly spreading throughout his body.

He subconsciously looked down, and that one glance seemed to drag him into an endless abyss.

His entire right arm was severed at the shoulder!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been carefully cut by the sharpest blade in the world, without a single rough or flaw.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, hot as it splashed onto the ground, creating shocking splashes of blood.

The vibrant red stood out starkly in the dim light, as if mocking his cruel fate.

"My...my hand! My arm!!"

After a brief silence, Lu Haoxuan let out a heart-wrenching scream!

The sound was sharp and shrill, like a wail from hell, echoing in the air and sending chills down one's spine.

He trembled violently from the excruciating pain and extreme fear, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

His face turned deathly pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face, soaking his clothes. (End of Chapter)