My Ares Son-in-Law

The warrior's forward charge came to an abrupt halt, and the sword he held high clattered to the ground. The fierce expression on his face froze, his eyes quickly glazed over, his body swayed, and then he fell straight backward, crashing onto the carpet with a thud, lifeless.

There was only a tiny, blood-red hole between his eyebrows, which looked quite terrifying.

"Gudong..."

The four members of the Flower Burial Society involuntarily swallowed hard, their eyes wide as copper bells, staring intently at the corpse, then looking incredulously at the thorns swaying in mid-air.

what is this?
Is this guy even human? Is this how humans should act?

It's incredible that thorns could be summoned out of thin air. The key point is that these thorns are just soft plants. Although they have some sharp thorns, they can't possibly pierce through a human's hard skull.

What exactly is this man surnamed Xiao?
Xiao Chen didn't give them any more time to be shocked and frightened. He slowly straightened up, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, and crushed it out with his toe. Then, he strode unhurriedly toward the four people slumped on the sofa.

The leather shoes made almost no sound on the soft carpet, but each step felt like a heavy blow to their hearts.

His icy gaze swept over the two pale-faced martial artists from the Extreme Yin Island, echoing clearly in the silent suite like the pronouncement of death:
"Anyone who touches me shall die!"

As Xiao Chen approached step by step, his indifferent gaze as if he were looking at several corpses, Hua Zang's last psychological defense completely collapsed.

"Stop him! Quick! Attack him together and kill him!" Hua Zang screamed hoarsely, her obese body trembling violently with fear as she desperately shrank into the corner of the sofa.

The remaining six black-clad warriors exchanged glances. Although they felt a chill run down their spines from the bizarre manner of their companion's death, their long-term training and absolute obedience to orders still made them draw their swords without hesitation.

Four cold sword lights lit up again, sealing off all of Xiao Chen's dodge space from different angles, and slashed down fiercely with a whooshing sound!
Xiao Chen's gaze swept over the six people with lightning speed.

Their movements were swift and their swordsmanship ruthless, clearly indicating that they were highly trained experts. However, based on their aura and the strength of their attacks, it was absolutely impossible for them to crush the security guards he had personally selected from the Xunjiang Group to death, let alone break the restrictions he had set up.

Behind this group of rabble, there must be a true master hiding, but he is not here at the moment.

He couldn't be bothered to waste his time on these minor characters.

Faced with the intertwined net of swords, he subtly shifted his footwork, his figure swaying like a ghost, and in the nick of time, he slipped through the gaps in the net. His right hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely seizing the wrist of the warrior charging at the forefront.

"Crack!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack suddenly erupted. Xiao Chen had actually crushed the martial artist's wrist, the bone fragments piercing through the flesh and exposed to the air!
The excruciating pain caused the martial artist to let out a short, sharp scream, and his sword involuntarily slipped from his grasp. Just as the blade was about to hit the ground, Xiao Chen deftly tapped the end of the hilt with his toe!
"Whoosh—whoosh!"

A surge of internal energy penetrated his body, and the longsword seemed to come alive, transforming into a deadly silver thread that shot out at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive, instantly piercing the throat of another martial artist on the side!

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted from the back of his neck, tracing a gruesome arc through the air. The warrior's eyes bulged, and clutching his bleeding throat, he fell straight backward, his body convulsing twice before falling silent.

"Go to hell!"

Seeing their companion die instantly, the remaining two warriors, their eyes bloodshot, roared and charged again, their swordplay even more frenzied, completely abandoning defense and adopting a suicidal stance. Xiao Chen's eyes were icy cold. Instead of retreating, he advanced with a swift, lunging step. His left hand, fingers slightly curved like a true eagle's claw, generated a gust of wind and struck the warrior on the left's neck with lightning speed!

"Oh!"

A dull thud resounded. The martial artist didn't even have time to utter a sound before he was sent flying backward as if hit by a speeding truck, crashing heavily into the solid wall! Terrifying cracking sounds, like popping beans, echoed from his body. He slid to the ground like a lump of mud, gushing blood mixed with fragments of internal organs from his mouth. It was clear he was beyond saving.

The last warrior's charge froze, his eyes finally filled with boundless fear. Looking at Xiao Chen, who stood before him like a god of death, his survival instinct overwhelmed his martial fervor, and he let out a strange cry, turning to flee.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt a tightness in his wrist, and an irresistible force pulled him back. He turned around in alarm and found that his sword had been casually held at the tip by Xiao Chen with two fingers.

The warrior tried his best to pull back his sword, but found that the blade was as if welded to the opponent's fingers, and wouldn't budge.

Xiao Chen tightened his fingers slightly.

"Ding--!"

A crisp, melodious yet chilling sound of metal snapping rang out. The sword, forged from the finest steel, had been broken in two with just two fingers!

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Chen flicked his wrist, and the broken blade transformed into a streak of cold light, precisely piercing the heart of the last martial artist.

The martial artist looked down at the small bloodstain on his chest, his face filled with disbelief. Then, his eyes glazed over, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The two remaining martial artists were so frightened by what they saw that they turned around and tried to run away.

Xiao Chen glanced at them dismissively, then lightly stomped his foot, and the thorns reappeared, piercing directly through the backs of the two men.

From the moment Xiao Chen made his move until all six martial artists were killed, the entire process took only a dozen seconds.

Fast! Faster than most people can comprehend!

Before the expressions of terror on Hua Zang and the others could fully develop, the battle was already over.

The women, who had been huddled in the corner of the sofa and were already terrified, finally couldn't help but scream hysterically when they saw the corpses all over the floor and the splattered blood.

They scrambled towards the door, only to find it sealed shut by an invisible force, impossible to open. In despair, they screamed and rushed into the suite's main bathroom, slamming the door shut behind them.

Xiao Chen had no interest in the women. His gaze, like that of a hawk locking onto its prey, fell once again on the four remaining middle-aged men from the Extreme Yin Island.

He started walking, taking his time.

"No...don't come any closer! You can't kill me! I'm here in Dragon Kingdom to do business! Killing me will ruin your business environment!" Hua Zang was so terrified that she crawled backward on all fours, screaming incoherently. (End of Chapter)