My Ares Son-in-Law

Situ Xiong's pupils contracted sharply, and his fist paused slightly involuntarily. Then, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of disdain: "Hmph, you dare to say this is a garrison order based on just one sentence? Who knows if your document is stolen or forged!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his left sleeve, and several cold glints shot out like venomous snakes toward the document in Huang Tian's hand, intending to shatter the garrison order on the spot!
"Insolence!" Huang Tian's expression changed drastically. He twisted his wrist and retreated rapidly, barely avoiding the cold light. However, the black iron certificate was grazed by the force of the energy, and a string of sparks flew from its edge.

In the midst of this life-or-death stalemate, Xiao Chen suddenly slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? In the pitch-black pupils, it seemed as if billions of stars were slowly rotating, with wisps of pale golden Daoist charm lingering within. Just a glance from them made Situ Xiong feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave that had stood for ten thousand years, and his blood seemed to freeze.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, utterly overestimating your abilities." Xiao Chen's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable authority. "Bring out what's hidden within you, or you'll surely die in this battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body remained still, but his right hand reached out like a ghost and grabbed Situ Xiong's fist. That hand looked slender, but it was as if it were made of cast iron. No matter how hard Situ Xiong struggled, he could not move it even an inch. The golden light on the fist melted away like ice and snow the moment it touched Xiao Chen's palm.

"You!" Situ Xiong stared at Xiao Chen in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief. How could this young man, who could only barely withstand two of his moves just now, suddenly unleash such terrifying power?

But the next moment, a sinister smile flashed in his eyes, and he growled as if his evil plan had succeeded: "I knew I was right! You're not some country bumpkin at all, you're actually the War God King who disappeared back then!"

The moment he finished speaking, thick black energy surged from Situ Xiong's pores, instantly filling the entire martial arts stage and blocking out all the surrounding light.

The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds gathered wildly from all directions, forming a huge vortex above the martial arts platform. The wind howled, swirling up gravel and sand. The spectators turned pale and quickly used their internal energy to protect themselves.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, thinking to himself: This is indeed a tough opponent. If Mo Lishou hadn't warned him beforehand, he might have actually been ambushed by this hidden member of the Prison Clan.

The next second, Situ Xiong violently broke free from Xiao Chen's grasp, his right hand transforming into a jet-black claw, its nails gleaming with a ghostly blue poisonous light, aimed straight at Xiao Chen's heart. This strike was imbued with the Prison Clan's primal power; if it hit, even Xiao Chen would find it difficult to withstand its sharpness.

However, just as the sharp claws were about to touch Xiao Chen's clothes, a purple-gold ferret, as big as a giant elephant, suddenly appeared. Its fluffy fur shone with a purple-gold luster, and its fangs were exposed. It bit down on "Situ Xiong's" body.

Situ Xiong felt his whole body stiffen, and the true energy in his body dissipated like a mud ox sinking into the sea. He couldn't even muster the slightest strength. He looked at the flower fox ferret in front of him in horror, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Who exactly are you? How can you control such a divine beast?"

Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his dark robes fluttering gently in the wind, a faint golden light surrounding him. His tone was full of arrogance: "You mere remnants of the Prison Clan, do you dare to ask about the name of this god?"

He slowly raised his right hand and made a fist in the air towards Situ Xiong.

The purple-gold ferret understood and suddenly bit down hard!

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Situ Xiong's arms shattered, blood mingling with bone fragments and splattering into a cloud of blood mist. A piercing scream echoed through the sky. This former vice president of the New Martial Arts Association, once hailed as a titan of the Western martial arts world, now knelt on the ground like a lamb to the slaughter, his face filled with despair. "Senior, spare my life! This junior is willing to be a slave, I only beg to be spared!" Situ Xiong kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead pressed against the ground, his previous arrogance completely gone, even his voice trembling with sobs.

The crowd below was already dumbfounded. Although the martial arts stage was shrouded in black mist, obscuring the specific scene, Situ Xiong's screams and pleas for mercy clearly reached everyone's ears. The stark contrast between Situ Xiong's aggressive demeanor just moments before and his current state left everyone stunned.

"Servant?" Xiao Chen scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "You piece of trash parasitized by the Prison Clan, do you even deserve it?"

He lightly stomped his right foot, and the entire martial arts platform trembled, the bluestone slabs shattering inch by inch. Amidst the flying debris, an invisible wave of energy surged towards Situ Xiong like a tidal wave.

"Do not--!"

Amidst Situ Xiong's desperate roar, his body shattered inch by inch, starting from his limbs, eventually turning into a shower of blood that rained down on the shattered martial arts stage. The Purple-Gold Flower Fox Sable opened its mouth and inhaled, devouring the blood rain, along with the remnant soul of the Prison Clan hidden within Situ Xiong's body. Then, it transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into Xiao Chen's body.

The gale gradually subsided, the dark clouds receded like a tide, and the sunlight shone down once more. Xiao Chen stood still, the starry river in his eyes slowly fading, and the golden light around him gradually receding. He felt the surging power remaining within him, as well as the slowly dissipating consciousness, and gazed in the direction where Mo Lishou's consciousness had departed, silently saying in his heart, "Thank you for your help, senior."

Mo Lishou's voice was somewhat weary, yet still authoritative: "Refine the power of the Soul Tower well, and do not waste this opportunity. In the future, you must be more careful in your actions; the Prison Clan is far more troublesome than you imagine."

The sound faded into the distance, as if it had never existed.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the shattered martial arts stage crimson. Xiao Chen stood alone on the ruins, the bloodstains on his dark robes dried into a dark red, yet he exuded an aura of dominance that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

The audience was completely silent. Everyone looked at the young man with awe, not daring to even breathe loudly.

On this day, the landscape of the Western martial arts world truly changed.

An eerie silence fell over the entire training ground, broken only by the rustling of the wind through the gravel. The instant Situ Xiong fell, the dilapidated training platform suddenly trembled violently, and fragments of the bluestone slabs floated in mid-air, as if time had been paused.

Only where Xiao Chen stood remained intact, forming a perfect circular area that stood out starkly against the surrounding mess.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, the entire martial arts platform collapsed completely, sending plumes of dust billowing into the sky and blotting out the sun. As the dust settled, everyone saw Xiao Chen standing alone atop the ruins, his robes fluttering in the wind, like a war god untouched by the dust of the world.

"This—" The He family patriarch abruptly stood up from his seat, the celadon teacup in his hand crashing to the ground with a clatter, spilling tea everywhere, but he seemed oblivious, his eyes filled with shock. "This child can actually trigger a celestial phenomenon! This is beyond the explanation of martial arts!" (End of Chapter)