My Ares Son-in-Law

"There is no need for false courtesy."

"Chen Donghai, what's the result of the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Tell me, who killed my son and grandson?

He spoke each word clearly and slowly, like heavy hammer blows striking Chen Donghai and the man with the mustache's heart, causing their hearts to pound uncontrollably.

That oppressive, almost tangible anger and death, like a black tide, permeated the air, sending chills down one's spine, as if one were trapped in an inescapable nightmare.

The aroma of the original delicacies seemed to be dispelled by this terrifying aura, replaced by an invisible sense of suffocation, making everyone present feel breathless, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their throats.

Chen Donghai and the man with the mustache turned deathly pale, as white as paper, without a trace of color.

Although they had prepared themselves mentally before coming, they were well aware of the majesty and terror of the powerful figure before them. After all, Yang Nantian's legendary deeds in the martial arts world were legendary, and he was a being who could change the world and shake the winds and clouds.

However, when they actually faced Yang Nantian's overwhelming pressure, they were shocked to realize that this terror far exceeded their imagination!

The two men subconsciously glanced at the thirteen silent gray-robed men behind Yang Nantian.

They stood there quietly, motionless, like a group of clay and wooden sculptures, as if they had blended into their surroundings.

But it is precisely this silence that makes it all the more unfathomable.

Each gray-robed figure exuded a faint aura, a restrained and profound aura, like a giant beast hidden in the abyss, inspiring awe and preventing anyone from taking it lightly.

Clearly, Yang Nantian's return this time not only brought him an astonishingly high level of cultivation, but also a powerful force capable of stirring up the entire ancient city.

These thirteen gray-robed men might be his trump card; once they are used, they will surely unleash a bloodbath.

Chen Donghai suppressed the pounding in his heart, which was pounding wildly in his chest as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound steady, and quickly said.

"Master Yang, please calm your anger!"

“Our Chen family would never dare to be negligent in this matter.”

“In the past few days, we have used all the connections we have, whether it is friends in the martial arts world or forces we have a relationship with, they have all offered their help.”

"We even borrowed resources from within the ancient city's official system, just to do everything we could to track down the clues from that day."

“We dispatched a large number of people to inquire about information from all directions, leaving no possible detail unchecked.”

"But...but for some reason, all the details and records of what happened that day are shrouded in an invisible fog, sealed off by an invisible force!"

"The access level of that blockade is extremely high. We've tried all sorts of methods, but we simply can't reach the core."

"This...this is enough to show that the person who committed this heinous act against your Yang family has an extraordinary background, and is probably backed by an extremely powerful force, whose influence is far beyond our imagination..."

"Snapped!"

A sharp crack echoed like a thunderclap in the silent private room!
The voice wasn't particularly loud, but it carried a chilling power, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

Yang Nantian didn't even make a move; his movements seemed gentle and slow, yet they contained an irresistible majesty. His right hand, covered in thick calluses and with large knuckles, was like a giant iron palm, already gently pressing down on the heavy solid wood table.

The next moment, centered on the spot where his palm was pressed, the originally hard and smooth tabletop instantly spread out with countless spiderweb-like cracks, as if it had been cut by countless tiny and sharp blades.

These cracks, like the gaping maw of a demon, spread rapidly in all directions at a visible speed, causing wood chips to flutter up wherever they went.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a low and chilling creaking sound, the entire table collapsed silently, as if its supporting skeleton had been removed.

The cups, plates, and bowls that were originally placed on it lost their support and clattered and fell onto the soft carpet that could not protect them.

The exquisite porcelain shattered instantly, soup from the bowls and dishes from the plates splashed everywhere, and the once luxurious and tidy private room was instantly turned into a mess, as if it had been through a small storm.

"I don't want to hear this nonsense!"

Yang Nantian's deep and authoritative voice echoed in the private room.

He slowly stood up, his posture still as upright as a pine tree, like an unshakeable mountain peak.

However, as he stood up, the invisible pressure suddenly increased, like a mountain collapsing, with overwhelming force, directly approaching Chen Donghai.

The pressure seemed to materialize, making it difficult for Chen Donghai to breathe.

Chen Donghai was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He himself was a practitioner of ancient martial arts, and in this ancient city, he was considered a prominent figure. Wherever he went, people had to treat him with utmost respect.

But at this moment, faced with Yang Nantian's restrained yet tangible anger, he felt as insignificant as an ant, utterly humble.

His heart was filled with fear, and he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance, as if the slightest movement would crush him instantly by that invisible force.

The shadow of death, like a giant black curtain, instantly enveloped him.

He had no doubt that if his next answer failed to satisfy the other party, the next second, that incredibly sharp blade would fall on his neck, separating his head from his body and ending this seemingly glorious yet incredibly fragile life.

"Yes! There's a clue!"

Chen Donghai's voice trembled violently, as if carried by a cold wind, and every word carried an undisguised panic.

He hurriedly reached into the inner pocket of his Tang suit, his fingers trembling as he fumbled around, finally managing to pull out a slightly wrinkled photograph.

Overwhelmed by fear, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and the photograph swayed incessantly in his grasp.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then respectfully handed over the photo, his voice trembling with emotion.

“Master Yang… Master Yang, although official channels are blocked, like an indestructible wall blocking our path to the truth, I have found another way and used every method I could think of to investigate everyone the Yang family may have recently… recently made enemies with.”

"Among them, this young man is the most suspicious!"

"We discovered they had a fierce conflict, like a storm—intense but brief." (End of Chapter)