My Ares Son-in-Law

Uncle Wang lay on the cold ground, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably. He tried his best to open his dry and heavy mouth, wanting to say something, perhaps a plea for mercy, or perhaps his last desire to live.

However, fate was so cruel; it was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, and he could only make a very weak "woo-woo" sound.

The sound was so faint, like a gentle breeze, or the weak, feeble breath of a candle flickering in the wind, struggling to drift through the silent space, yet unable to evoke any pity from anyone.

Standing to the side, Xiao Chen's eyes remained as cold as ice that had never melted, showing no sign of melting.

There wasn't a trace of pity in that cold gaze, as if Wang Bo was nothing more than an insignificant ant in his eyes, whose life and death were not worth mentioning.

His gaze was calm and profound, like an endless, icy pool, making it impossible to discern his inner thoughts.

Beneath this calm surface lies endless indifference and ruthlessness.

Under that gaze, Wang Bo felt as if his soul had been frozen, as if he had truly become the smallest and most insignificant being in the world, his life and death controlled by others.

That icy gaze was like an extremely sharp dagger, carrying a chilling coldness, piercing straight into Wang Bo's heart.

Wang Bo felt as if his heart had been torn into countless pieces, and his last glimmer of hope was utterly extinguished by that cold gaze, like a candle flickering in the wind, instantly put out.

"In your next life, remember to be more discerning and don't mess with the wrong people."

Xiao Chen's voice was deep and cold, as if it were a pronouncement from the depths of the deepest hell, devoid of any warmth or emotion.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable ruthlessness.

These words struck Wang Bo's heart like a heavy hammer.

Wang Bo felt as if countless needles were piercing his heart at the same time, causing him unbearable pain.

He wanted to struggle and resist, but his body felt as if it were being crushed by a thousand-pound weight, and he couldn't move.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chen did not hesitate at all. A resolute look flashed in his eyes as he slowly raised his foot.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, as if he were about to do nothing more than a trivial matter.

His foot seemed to carry immense force, exuding a chilling sense of oppression, as it stomped down hard on Wang Bo's throat.

"Crack!"

A crisp, piercing sound of bone cracking suddenly rang out in the silent space, a sound like a thunderclap that sent chills down one's spine.

The sound was like the tolling of a death knell, announcing the end of Wang Bo's life.

Wang Bo's body suddenly stiffened, as if he had been frozen in place, his muscles tensing up instantly, as if he were making a final struggle.

His eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, his eyes filled with terror and resentment.

That terror was the fear of death; that resentment was the reluctance to part with this short life, as if they couldn't believe that they had died here without any power to resist.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes gradually became unfocused, losing all their luster, like an extinguished lamp, becoming dim and lifeless.

His head lolled to the side, and he fell completely silent, like a withered flower lying quietly on the ground, ending his tragic life.

Xiao Chen has always been decisive in his actions. He knows very well that in this dangerous and unknown world, he must not hold back, and he must not let the tiger return to the mountain.

Giving the enemy a chance to breathe is like planting a time bomb next to you, which could explode at any moment and bring annihilation to yourself and those around you. Deep in his heart, he held an unwavering principle: to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.

This is not because he is inherently cold-hearted, but because his countless experiences on the brink of death have taught him that in this dog-eat-dog world, kindness and soft-heartedness often become fatal weaknesses.

Now that Wang Bo has made a move against him, it means that the two sides have become adversaries and irreconcilable enemies.

Xiao Chen never shows mercy to his enemies. Since Uncle Wang has chosen this path, he must be prepared to pay the price with his life.

This was the rule he set for himself, and it was also his guarantee for survival in this cruel world.

Looking back on when he first stepped into the Ancient Sea Secret Realm, he was still too young, and his heart still retained some innocence and kindness.

Once, he encountered an injured martial artist. Out of compassion, he offered his help, giving the man healing pills and food.

But who could have imagined that just as he lowered his guard, the martial artist would suddenly attack and kill him?

If it weren't for his quick reflexes and some life-saving skills, he would probably have died on the spot and met a tragic end.

From that moment on, Xiao Chen fully understood a bloody truth: in this world, especially in the martial arts field where strength is paramount, there is hardly any warmth or tenderness, and there is no such thing as good deeds being rewarded!
Here, there is only the emotionless law of the jungle!
The strong are respected, this is an eternal law.

When you are powerful, thousands bow down and worship you, daring not to disobey in the slightest; when you retreat, even if it is only a momentary weakness, even wild dogs dare to climb on your head and bark, wantonly trampling on your dignity.

If you are kind to your enemy today, your enemy will be a hundred times more cruel to you tomorrow, taking back the kindness and tolerance you once showed.

After dealing with Uncle Wang, Xiao Chen, with a cold expression, walked steadily and firmly to Lu Haoxuan, who was pinned to the ground by a short knife and was constantly wailing and struggling.

His footsteps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to tread on Lu Haoxuan's heart, causing Lu Haoxuan's heart to beat faster involuntarily.

A huge shadow loomed over him, and Lu Haoxuan stared wide-eyed in terror. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that demonic figure, and felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making every hair on his body stand on end.

His body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, shivering.

Wang Bo is dead!

The other guard is dead too!

These two terrible facts kept echoing in Lu Haoxuan's mind, and he knew clearly that he would be next.

The fear of death overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, leaving him barely able to breathe.

"No...don't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

"I am the second young master of the Lu family!"

"I am Lu Qingtian's son!!"

Lu Haoxuan shouted hoarsely, his voice filled with fear and despair.

He tried to intimidate Xiao Chen by using his status as the second young master of the Lu family, hoping that Xiao Chen would spare his life out of respect for the Lu family. (End of Chapter)