My Ares Son-in-Law

Glass shards, carried by the night wind, poured in like rain. A figure gracefully arrived, stepping on the shattered glass like broken moonlight. When the hem of his white shirt swept across the floor, not a single shard touched it, and he landed lightly in the center of the suite.

The moment they saw the person's face clearly, Shen Shi and He Yongnian's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and they even missed a beat of breathing.

Xiao Chen! It's actually Xiao Chen!

Shen Shi didn't dare to think too much. With a flick of his sleeve, three dark lights, wrapped in a sharp wind, shot out, aiming straight for Xiao Chen's brow, throat, and heart—all points of certain death! He knew in his heart that if Xiao Chen dared to come to his door, Chen Yongyan was probably already dead; to be able to get rid of Chen Yongyan so quietly, this kid was definitely not as simple as the information described.

Xiao Chen didn't even move his feet, he just raised his wrist and shook his sleeve, his five fingers pressing lightly in the air.

The next second, an unbelievable scene unfolded: the three black iron darts coated with deadly poison were suspended in mid-air as if attracted by an invisible magnet. The eerie blue poisonous light at the tips of the darts was still trembling, but they could no longer be pushed forward even a fraction of an inch.

"retreat."

Xiao Chen uttered only a single word, yet the force in his voice made the air vibrate. The three black iron darts trembled violently, shooting back at three times the speed they had been launched. They grazed the white hair at Shen Shi's temples and embedded themselves in the wall behind him with a "clang." The dart tails shook the wall, causing dust to fall, and the buzzing sound circled the room several times before dissipating.

Shen Shi and He Yongnian's mouths were agape for a long time, a chill running from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, and even their teeth began to chatter.

What kind of terrifying qi control technique is this?

Even the head of the New Martial Arts Association might not be able to handle it so effortlessly! Yet now a young man in his early twenties has casually displayed it, which has completely overturned their understanding of things that have been around for decades!

The two men stared intently at Xiao Chen, their contempt completely gone. Rumors said he was a good-for-nothing country bumpkin, but if this level of strength was considered "good-for-nothing," then what were they, who had cultivated diligently for decades?
Xiao Chen, seemingly oblivious to their shock, walked straight to the sofa. As he bent down to sit, his knuckles tapped casually on the armrest, his gaze sweeping over the two as if they were two corpses awaiting burial. This was the effect he wanted—to crush them with absolute power, shattering all their confidence and dignity.

“There’s no need to wait for Chen Yongyan.” Xiao Chen’s voice was as calm as if he were talking about the weather, but it instantly soaked the cold sweat off the backs of the two men. “If you really want to see him, I can take you there right now.”

The blatant threat was like a knife to the throat.

Shen Shi and He Yongnian, as top experts of the Western Region New Martial Arts Association, felt as insignificant as ants in front of Xiao Chen. From the moment Xiao Chen stepped into the room, he had taken control of everything. The pressure in the air grew heavier and heavier, making their chests feel tight and even breathing difficult; it was a tremor that came from the depths of their souls.

"Xiao Chen! Do you know the consequences of making enemies of the New Martial Arts Association?" Shen Shi stiffened his neck, but didn't dare to take a step forward. He couldn't hide the fierceness in his voice. "It's not too late to back down now!"

Xiao Chen chuckled softly, his fingertips lightly tapping on the glass surface of the coffee table. "Tap, tap, tap," each sound like a heavy hammer blow to their hearts.

"To be an enemy of the New Martial Arts Association?" He raised an eyebrow, the sarcasm in his voice like shards of ice. "You, do you even deserve it?" He had destroyed more than one branch of the New Martial Arts Association in Linhai; this branch in the Western Region was not necessarily stronger than the one in Linhai.

"Boy, don't be so arrogant!" He Yongnian gritted his teeth, his voice booming, "Even if you can kill us, the New Martial Arts Association will never let you go! At that time, there will be nowhere for you to hide in the world!"

"Is that so?" Xiao Chen slowly stood up, and an invisible aura suddenly rose around him. The floor lamp next to the sofa swayed, and the dust in the halo of light instantly froze in mid-air. With each step he took forward, Shen Shi and He Yongnian felt the pressure on them increase. Eventually, their knees began to bend, and their bones creaked as if they would break at any moment.

"Now, I'll give you two choices." Xiao Chen leaned closer to the two of them, his voice lowered, yet it was like a chilling wind from the depths of hell entering their ears. "Die, or kneel."

Cold sweat trickled down Shen Shi's forehead, leaving small damp patches on the carpet. He had lived most of his life and had never felt such a terrifying aura, not even when facing the president of the New Martial Arts Association, he had never felt so powerless.

This young man's strength is simply unfathomable.

He Yongnian's face was as white as a wet sheet of paper. His lips trembled and recoiled, his teeth even making a soft, grinding sound, but he couldn't utter a single word. The arrogance he had cultivated for forty years, which had just been weakened by Xiao Chen's skillful dart control, was now being suppressed by an invisible aura, crumbling like a house of cards washed away by a flood. Even his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his dark robe hanging at his sides. He glanced at the two of them with slightly lowered eyes, his voice devoid of any warmth: "My patience is limited."

The neon lights outside the window were still flashing wildly, and streams of colorful light poured in through the broken French windows, casting dappled shadows on the carpet; but the air inside the suite was like frozen iron, so heavy that it could crush one's spine, and every second that passed was like a suffocating blade scraping against one's skin.

Shen Shi's Adam's apple bobbed as he forcibly suppressed the surging horror in his chest. His knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "What exactly do you intend to do?"

Xiao Chen slowly turned around, the moonlight falling precisely on his shoulder, casting a long and cold silhouette behind him. A faint smile played on his lips, and as his gaze swept over the two of them, it was as if he were looking at a caged beast struggling in a cage, with a hint of nonchalant amusement: "It's very simple."

The moment his words fell, his aura grew even colder, and even the ice crystals in the air seemed to condense more densely: "Two choices: either die, or become my servant."

The word "servant" struck them like two thunderbolts. Shen Shi clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white, and the veins on his temples throbbed. He Yongnian was even more shocked, his head, which had been hanging low, suddenly rising, his eyes filled with disbelief and humiliation. They were the vice presidents of the Western Region New Martial Arts Association! In the provincial capital, even the heads of major families would bow and address them as "Vice President Shen" and "Vice President He." Now they were to be servants to a young man in his early twenties?

This is more than just humiliation; it's like crushing their faces in the ground!

"Arrogant!" Shen Shi's chest heaved violently with anger, and even the blood at the corner of his mouth turned red. "Xiao Chen, don't push your luck! The two of us joining forces are not afraid of you!"

Before the words had even faded, two figures shot up like arrows released from a bow!
Shen Shi's palms flew, the wind from his palms carrying a sharp, powerful aura that caused the bone china cups and plates on the coffee table to clang loudly. His "Mountain-Crushing Palm" technique had long since reached its pinnacle; at its peak, a single palm strike could cleave a three-foot-thick slab of bluestone! (End of Chapter)