My Ares Son-in-Law

"No... Impossible! What kind of power is this?!" he cried out in despair.

"Pfft—Boom!"

His entire right arm, starting from his fist, exploded as if a bomb had been detonated inside! Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and bones were shattered!

"Ah—!!!" A heart-wrenching scream burst from Zhang Lin's mouth as he was blasted away by the remaining force.

But before his body even touched the ground, a dark shadow appeared above him like a ghost.

Zhang Lin looked up in horror and met a pair of eyes. In those eyes, there was no anger, no madness, only a deathly stillness like ancient ice, and... a cold indifference as if looking at an experimental subject.

"Enjoy the despair that is deeper than death."

Xiao Chen's cold words reached his ears, and at the same time, a palm gently pressed against his chest.

"Oh!"

Zhang Lin crashed to the ground like a meteorite, smashing a shallow crater into the expensive carpet and the floor beneath. His chest caved in, several ribs were broken, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to support himself with his only remaining left hand, but a foot in a black leather shoe had already mercilessly stepped on his intact arm.

“Crack!”

The ear-piercing, rapid cracking of bones sent chills down one's spine. The bones in his left arm had been brutally crushed into dust!
"Ah...! You dare kill me! I am Di Sha of the 'Divine Shadow Clan'! If you dare treat me like this, the organization will never let you go! You will be hunted down to the ends of the earth!" Zhang Lin roared like a wild beast, violently twisting his body in an attempt to resist. But an invisible force pressed him firmly to the ground, and under the gaze of those cold eyes, he felt like a fish on a chopping board.

"It's only just begun, and you can't hold back anymore?" Xiao Chen's voice remained calm.

Before he finished speaking, several tiny silver flashes passed from his fingertips. Several silver needles, as thin as cow's hair, precisely pierced several hidden acupoints on Zhang Lin's body.

"Before I die, I'll let you experience what it means to wish you were dead!"

After saying that, he raised his foot and stomped hard on Zhang Lin's left leg again!

"puff--!"

There was no sound of bones breaking, only a muffled thud of flesh and blood exploding. That thick thigh, starting from the knee, exploded like a ripe watermelon! Broken bones, minced flesh, and tendons flew everywhere!
“Ouch——!!!”

An indescribable, excruciating pain, like a tsunami, instantly overwhelmed every nerve in Zhang Lin's body, exceeding the limits of human endurance! His entire body was in spasms, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, and the veins on his neck bulged like writhing earthworms. He opened his mouth wide, but could only utter incoherent, guttural groans, the intense pain even robbing him of the right to scream.

He wanted to die, desperately longing for death to end this hellish torment. However, the silver needles piercing his acupoints were like the most vicious curse, not only amplifying his pain but also forcibly clinging to his last shred of life, making him clearly feel the excruciating agony of every minute and every second.

He roared in hell.

He begged the devil for mercy.

But the man standing before him remained unmoved, like a cold death. "Kill me...please, give me a quick death!" Zhang Lin's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, echoing in the deathly silent room like a broken bellows. He had abandoned all dignity, only seeking a swift death.

Xiao Chen lowered his eyes to look at the muddy ground, his hands behind his back, his voice completely calm: "Kill you? Back in the Xunjiang Group, did my men beg you like this? Did you ever... show even a shred of pity?"

These words were like the most vicious curse, instantly shattering Zhang Lin's last psychological defenses.

The desperate look in the eyes of the security guards he had tortured to death flashed before his eyes... Yes, he had crushed their bones and enjoyed their dying struggles, but that was nothing more than the strong's right to dominate the weak!
But this man from the Dragon Kingdom... he was crushing his body inch by inch in a way that exceeded the limits of human endurance, and he was even going to drag his soul into the deepest hell!
A madman! A devil! How could there be such a person in China who takes pleasure in torture?!
Driven to madness by extreme fear and pain, he roared with his last breath, "Bastard! I'll haunt you even as a ghost! I'm dead... Lord Jiyin will sense it! The wrath of the 'Shadow Gods' will burn you... and everyone around you to ashes!"

"To be a ghost?" Xiao Chen's lips curled into a cold smile, full of mockery. "You think you're worthy?"

Before he finished speaking, he pointed his fingers like a sword, and a layer of faint golden light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, swirled around his fingertips. He then struck Zhang Lin's brow with lightning speed!
"No—!" Zhang Lin's pupils shrank to the extreme. He clearly felt an indescribable, destructive energy, as if from the depths of the netherworld, ruthlessly invading his sea of ​​consciousness, like a red-hot iron branding his fragile soul! It was not physical pain, but a deeper and more thorough tearing and burning sensation originating from the very source of life!
Torture! Torture beyond words!

His body convulsed violently a few times, his eyes quickly became unfocused, and he lay down stiffly. Although his breath had not completely stopped, his soul was already shattered, and he was no different from dead.

Xiao Chen didn't give the walking corpse another glance, as if he had just casually cleaned up a piece of trash.

He turned around, only to find that the person named Han Shuang had already jumped out of the window and escaped.

No one can remain calm when Xiao Chen goes berserk.

Xiao Chen merely glanced out the window and let out a cold laugh.

Below, Han Shuang rushed outside like a madman. He was a martial artist, and a martial artist at the Celestial Realm, so he was extremely fast.

In an instant, he had arrived at the club's helipad, where a helicopter was waiting.

"When I get back, I will report to Lord Jiyin and have that brat torn to pieces."

Han Shuang thought to herself.

But the next moment...

puff!
Green thorns pierced his body and even pierced the helicopter in front of him.

boom!
With a loud bang, the helicopter exploded the instant Han Shuang's consciousness completely dissipated.

Xiao Chen didn't go to look at him, but instead walked calmly towards Zhao Qiming, who was already paralyzed with fear on the ground.

Zhao Qiming slumped beside the shattered coffee table, his crotch soaked, the stench of blood filling the air. He had witnessed the entire process: the inhuman power, the utterly ruthless torture, especially that final finger pointing at his brow, a finger that seemed capable of annihilating the soul… This was a method he had never encountered before!
This man… When he joined Xunjiang Group, he only knew him as the mysterious and unpredictable boss behind the scenes, someone even Liu Jianming treated with great awe. He originally thought he was just a scion of a powerful family with a deep background, who acted arrogantly because of his wealth and influence.

But now he realized how terribly wrong he had been! This wasn't some rich young master; this was clearly a demon crawled out of hell! A demon god who held the power of life and death, indifferent to everything! (End of Chapter)