My Ares Son-in-Law

"However... there is still a lack of conclusive evidence pointing to him as the murderer who poisoned your Yang family..."

Chen Donghai's words abruptly stopped, as if someone had forcibly choked him.

Because Yang Nantian simply raised his hand casually, his movements slow and steady, as if he were doing something insignificant.

He extended his index and middle fingers, the two fingers like two incredibly sharp blades, and slightly hooked them in the air towards the direction of the photograph.

In an instant, an invisible force burst forth from his fingertips, producing a faint yet clearly perceptible sound as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through the darkness.

The photograph seemed to be pulled away by an invisible yet incredibly powerful hand, suddenly detaching from Chen Donghai's fingertips, which were stiff with fear.

The edges of the photograph had become sharp as a knife, and as it lightly grazed Chen Donghai's outstretched finger, it was like a sharp blade cutting through soft silk, instantly creating a thin, bloody gash.

Blood seeped out instantly, like beads from a broken string, and slowly flowed down his fingers.

The photograph itself, like a fledgling returning to its nest, landed lightly and precisely between Yang Nantian's calloused fingers, as if that were its true home.

As if frozen in place, Chen Donghai stared blankly at the beads of blood slowly seeping from his finger, the bright red color stinging his eyes.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Nantian across from him, who was calm and composed, as if the other party had just gently brushed away a tiny speck of dust and did not take such a shocking act to heart at all.

In an instant, Chen Donghai's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, his eyes filled with shock and horror.

Capture an object from mid-air!

Such techniques are simply miraculous; the force can be emitted from outside the body and manipulated at will, allowing one to control objects at will.

Chen Donghai's mind was in turmoil. Could this be the legendary realm that only those who have reached the highest and most transcendent state can access?
That realm that countless martial artists dream of but can never reach in their entire lives.
The thought sent an indescribable chill through him, mixed with extreme fear, like a torrent of icy water that instantly seeped into his limbs and bones.

He felt a bone-chilling cold all over his body, as if he were in a frozen wasteland, every cell trembling and every nerve screaming with terror.

Horror!
Yang Nantian's strength has already exceeded his imagination.

Yang Nantian's gaze was like two cold probes, carrying a chilling aura, piercing straight into the thin photograph in his hand.

The image in the photo gradually became clearer; it was a face that was excessively young, even somewhat immature.

The young man's brows still hinted at a sharp edge, and his eyes revealed a stubborn refusal to admit defeat. But no matter how you looked at him, he was just a young man in his early twenties, as if he had just stepped into this complex and chaotic world.

"Just him?"

Yang Nantian's brows furrowed tightly, like two towering mountains pressed together, his deeply furrowed forehead etched with an expression of disbelief.

His deep voice, like muffled thunder rumbling in his throat, carried a hint of anger at being fooled.

"How dare a mere child slaughter the bloodline of my Yang family?"

"Chen Donghai, have you lost your mind? Trying to fob me off with such a ridiculous story?"

"Could it be that behind this boy stands some unparalleled martial arts family, secretly supporting him and aiding and abetting his evil deeds?"

A chilling killing intent, like a tangible cold current, surged from Yang Nantian's body, instantly enveloping Chen Donghai.

The chill felt like countless tiny ice needles piercing from all directions, penetrating straight to Chen Donghai's bone marrow.

He shuddered violently, feeling a chill run from his feet to his head, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. He frantically waved his hands, his movements hurried and chaotic, as if he could shake off the terrifying killing intent.

His voice became sharper with extreme fear, and he spoke with a sob in his voice.

"Master Yang is wise!"

"Even if I, Ji, had ten thousand times the courage, I would never dare to lie or deceive!"

"This boy's name is Xiao Chen, absolutely true!"

"Before your son and the Yang family got into trouble, they did have a fierce conflict with this person. The situation was so tense that it was almost impossible to control, and the two sides were on the verge of killing each other..."

"According to the few survivors who managed to remain at the scene, this young man was unpredictable and ruthless in his attacks, each move aimed directly at vital points; he was definitely not a kind person..."

At this point, Chen Donghai seemed to choke on something, swallowed hard, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently on his thin neck, making a "gurgling" sound.

He carefully observed Yang Nantian's expression, only to see that Yang Nantian's face was ashen and his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness. His heart tightened, and he continued in a trembling voice.

"However... however, according to our latest intelligence, Master Yang... this boy... is probably not safe to touch for the time being!"

"It seems that the Zhou family of the Western Region has a connection to him."

"The Zhou family wields immense power and deep roots in the western region, like a towering tree with lush branches and intricate connections. If we act rashly, we risk inviting unforeseen trouble..."

"Zhou family?"

Upon hearing those two words, Yang Nantian's eyes flashed with a sudden, cold light, as if a sleeping beast had been provoked and was instantly enraged.

A violent aura exploded from his body, sweeping outwards like a surging tide. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited by this aura, crackling and popping.

He snorted coldly, his voice deep and authoritative, as if it came from the deepest hell.

"Hmph! The mere Zhou family dares to tell me, Yang Nantian, what to do?"

"Even if he has the Zhou family behind him, or even if he were the Heavenly King himself, this grudge will be avenged in blood!"

"How could my son, Yang Nantian's son, die in vain?"

"How can the blood of my Yang family be shed in vain?"

"No matter who it is, if they dare to harm anyone from the Yang family, I will make them pay a terrible price!"

Before the words were even finished, the air in the entire luxurious private room seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Yang Nantian didn't make any big moves. He just sat there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree. Then he slowly flicked his finger, seemingly casually flicking it in the direction of Chen Donghai.

The movement was so casual, as if he were merely brushing a speck of dust off his sleeve.

"laugh--!"

In an instant, an invisible yet incomparably sharp energy burst forth from Yang Nantian's fingertips.

This force was like a peerless sword being drawn from its sheath, carrying an unstoppable sharpness that instantly sliced ​​through the surrounding air, producing a subtle yet teeth-grinding screech, as if a thousand fine needles were simultaneously piercing one's eardrums. (End of Chapter)