My Ares Son-in-Law

Chapter 7245 Are you good at fighting?

Just as the sword was about to touch Xiao Chen's chest, he finally raised his hand, extending only two fingers, the tips of which were surrounded by a pale golden aura. It seemed casual, but it contained boundless power.

"clang!"

A deafening clang resounded as the Soul-Drinking Sword, capable of splitting mountains, was firmly held in place by two fingers. The sword trembled incessantly, yet could not advance an inch!

Minghai's expression changed drastically, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints! His sword, capable of easily cleaving even boulders, was now caught by the other party with such nonchalance?

He struggled to draw his sword, his wrist veins bulging, but the blade seemed to be cast into his opponent's fingers, remaining completely still!

"You dare to wield a sword?" Xiao Chen said calmly, his contempt more hurtful than any sarcasm.

Immediately, an overwhelming force surged through the sword, instantly splitting Minghai's tiger's mouth open and gushing blood. He was struck as if by a heavy hammer, flying backward several meters away. He staggered back seven steps before barely managing to regain his balance, his chest heaving with blood and qi, and a metallic taste in his throat.

He stared at Xiao Chen in horror, his heart filled with shock. This young man's strength completely overwhelmed him!

With a flick of his wrist, Xiao Chen snatched the Soul-Drinking Sword from his fingertips, the air swirling around it. He casually swung it, the blade trembling but failing to rouse him in the slightest. His brow furrowed, his tone icy: "Scrap metal, you think you're worthy of my attention?"

Before he finished speaking, his palm suddenly released a surge of true energy, and golden energy spread along the sword!

"Crack!"

The crisp cracking sound was extremely piercing. The Soul-Drinking Sword, forged through countless hammer blows, shattered in an instant, its fragments scattering everywhere. Some fragments embedded themselves in the rocks, while others fell into the pool, creating tiny ripples.

Minghai felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body turning ice-cold! This precious sword, which cost the Ming family a fortune and was forged by a master swordsmith over three years, had slain countless martial arts experts and was indestructible, yet it was shattered by the opponent's bare hands!
What's happening right now is utterly absurd and outrageous!

When did such a terrifying figure emerge in the ancient city? Why, after decades of immersion in the martial arts world, has he never heard of such a person?

Even those most powerful and influential figures on the Dragon Kingdom's Heavenly Ranking had never given him such a suffocating sense of oppression!
Xiao Chen didn't bother looking at the pile of scrap metal anymore. He turned his gaze to He Haiyue, his voice low and steady, yet carrying an undeniable resolve: "You don't mind if I kill this scum, do you?"

He Haiyue trembled slightly, a sob rising in her throat, and hot tears finally streamed down her face. When the He family was destroyed, she had already lost all hope and never dared to expect anyone to stand up for her.

She knew perfectly well that Xiao Chen's actions were not for her sake, but entirely because of that copper piece. Without the copper piece as a hindrance, he would never have made a move at this moment.

Regret surged like a tidal wave. If she had let go of her obsession and taken the initiative to seek refuge with that mysterious figure in the ancient city villa, would she have already become one of his people, and would the He family have not ended up being wiped out?
Seeing her silently weeping, Xiao Chen said calmly, "Since you are silent, it means you agree."

Before he finished speaking, he moved swiftly, leaving only a pale golden afterimage in his original position. His true form shot straight towards Minghai like an arrow released from a bow, his body radiating a murderous aura, as if a god of death had descended!
Minghai was already terrified, his soul trembling with fear, and he retreated frantically for his life!

He must survive! Only by escaping back to the Ming family, appealing to the family patriarch, and joining forces with his master's power, can he possibly kill this fiend and retrieve the bronze piece!
But just as he retreated, his back suddenly slammed into an invisible wall of energy. The wall of energy was as solid as a rock, and no matter how much he pushed his energy to impact it, it did not budge. Instead, it caused his blood and qi to surge! "Those whom I, Xiao Chen, want to kill have no chance of survival!" Xiao Chen's voice was like the sound of a demon from the underworld, exploding in his ears.

Minghai was utterly terrified, at his wit's end! He gathered all his strength into his right fist, unleashing a devastating blow with all his remaining power: "Ming Family Sword Qi! Die!"

"boom,!"

A pale blue sword aura, carrying a sharp killing intent, burst forth from his fist, tearing through the air and slamming into Xiao Chen's fist!
Two terrifying forces exploded with a deafening roar, the shockwaves causing the pool water to rise several feet, and the rocks on the shore to crumble and fly in all directions!
However, the Ming family sword energy, which was powerful enough to severely injure martial arts masters, was no match for Xiao Chen. It instantly disintegrated and dissipated into a multitude of energy!
The shadow of death completely enveloped Minghai. Before the battle was even over, he already had thoughts of retreating—a cardinal sin for a martial artist—but he had no other choice! Heaven knows what kind of monster stood before him!

At that moment, Xiao Chen's fist was already inches away, and Ming Hai hurriedly swung his left arm to block it.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and piercing, and excruciating pain instantly swept through his body! Minghai looked down in horror and saw that his right arm had been completely broken off. The white bone fragments pierced through his sleeve, and blood gushed out like a fountain, a shocking sight!
"ah,!"

A piercing scream ripped through the night sky above Bibo Pool, echoing through the silent valley and sending chills down one's spine.

"Are you good at fighting?" Xiao Chen stepped forward slowly, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth. "You've killed so many innocent people. A martial artist's hands are for protecting, not for indiscriminately killing the innocent. Since you don't understand, these hands don't need to be kept."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chen's shoulder slammed into Ming Hai's chest! The latter felt as if he had been hit by a speeding high-speed train; his bones cracked under the strain, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out blood that traced a scarlet arc in the air!
Before he could land heavily, Xiao Chen teleported in front of him like a ghost, reaching out to grab his only remaining left arm.
"Crack!"

With another sharp crack, the left arm snapped off!

Minghai was in excruciating pain, feeling like he was dying! He considered himself ruthless and a mass murderer, but in front of this man, his ruthlessness was like child's play!
This is not human! It's a demon from hell!
He crashed heavily into the lake, his blood instantly staining the water crimson. Having lost both arms, he struggled desperately in the water, but the swift current made him increasingly powerless, leaving him helpless as he sank and floated.

Just as he mustered his last bit of strength to try to leap out of the water and escape, a foot covered in a faint golden light stomped hard on his back!
"Click click click!"

The cracking sounds of his spine breaking continued one after another. Minghai's body was forced into the mud at the bottom of the lake, his cheek pressed against the cold, foul-smelling mud, unable to move!

A feeling of suffocation surged over him, and he struggled desperately, twisting his body, but in the face of Xiao Chen's absolute power, he was as insignificant as an ant.

At this moment, he finally understood the despair that He Haiyue had just endured!
Helplessness! Pain! The fear of facing death!
He opened his mouth to shout, but it filled with foul-smelling lake water. His face gradually turned blue and purple, and his consciousness began to blur!
This guy is insane! He's absolutely insane!

Just as he was about to drown, a strong hand grabbed his neck and tossed him back to shore like a chick.

Minghai greedily inhaled the fresh air, coughing violently, lake water and blood gushing from his mouth and nose. But before he could recover, a flash of cold light appeared.
(End of this chapter)