My Ares Son-in-Law

Ao Tianchen ripped off the police tape, his figure flashing like lightning, turning into a blur as he rushed straight to the bloody scene on the top floor... Everyone who tried to stop him along the way was blasted away by his invisible force, falling to the ground in a sorry state, blood gushing from their mouths and noses.

Inside the VIP room on the top floor, the stench of blood mixed with alcohol was so strong it was nauseating.

The first thing that caught Ao Tianchen's eye was Tie Xuan's corpse lying by the door... His neck was twisted at a bizarre ninety degrees, his chest was sunken into a deep pit, his eyes were wide open with unfocused pupils, he died with his eyes wide open, and almost all the bones in his body were shattered, clearly he had suffered a crushing and brutal killing!

Ao Tianchen's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head... Tie Xuan was a master of the Celestial Realm, yet he died so tragically!

His gaze slowly shifted to the center of the room, where the body covered by a white sheet lay quietly. Underneath the sheet, the neck area was empty, already soaked with dark red bloodstains that spread along the carpet's texture.

Ao Tianchen's hands trembled slightly uncontrollably... This was the first time in his decades of leadership over the Western martial arts world that he had felt such panic!
He stretched out two fingers, gripped a corner of the white cloth tightly, and suddenly ripped it open!

A headless corpse wearing designer shorts lay stiffly on the carpet. The familiar figure and the expensive Italian handmade fabric... it was none other than his beloved brother-in-law, Li Sheng!

"ah……!!!!"

A roar, a mixture of endless pain, rage, and madness, burst forth from the depths of Ao Tianchen's throat, like the howl of a wounded beast. It shook the entire room, causing dust to fall and the windowpanes to vibrate and nearly shatter!
When a grandmaster is enraged, the winds and clouds change color!

He threw a backhand punch, which slammed into the reinforced concrete support column next to him!

"Boom!"

After a dull thud, the thick pillar was smashed into a crater the size of a washbasin, its edges charred, steel bars exposed, and cracks spreading like a spider web. The entire floor shook violently, and cement debris fell from the ceiling as if it were about to collapse at any moment!

"Who! Who did this?!" Ao Tianchen's eyes were bloodshot and filled with a murderous intent and despair that seemed to destroy the world. He roared at the empty room, "I will tear you to pieces! I will grind your bones to dust! I will exterminate your entire family! I will ensure you never reincarnate! Ah...!!!"

The furious roar pierced through the building and echoed in the night sky, carrying a destructive hatred that shook people to their core, even drowning out the distant sirens.

"Huang Fengqiang..."

She repeated the name in a low voice, the last syllable trembling slightly. A faint, sharp glint flashed in her cold eyes, as swift as a shooting star streaking across the night, before disappearing into the unfathomable depths of the icy pool.

"Understood. You may leave."

"Yes!"

The man in black felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He bowed and retreated with hurried steps. The heavy stone door slammed shut with a clang, completely isolating the secret chamber from the outside world.

The sealed room returned to deathly silence.

The woman walked slowly to the window, her fingertips unconsciously caressing a cool, smooth piece of ancient jade. Her fingertips traced the intricate cloud patterns on the jade, the touch delicate. Outside the window, the myriad lights of the capital city stretched like a river beneath the distant mountains, shimmering and colorful, yet they couldn't reflect even a trace of warmth in her eyes.

"Xiao Chen..."

She gazed at the western horizon, a faint smile curving her lips, as cold as an icicle in a frozen pond in the dead of winter: "So, you really have started touching things you shouldn't... But, is it really you?"

...Also in the capital, in a courtyard hidden deep among the paulownia trees, an old man sat upright in a rosewood chair, playing with a walnut in his hand. Upon hearing this, his brows suddenly furrowed, and a sharp glint of ice flashed in his eyes, like a cold knife being drawn from its sheath.

"Huang Fengqiang? A madman, who would go out of their way to see him?"

The lean man standing below lowered his head even further, his back taut, his voice as cautious as if he were walking on thin ice: "According to the mental hospital's registration records, the visitor holds the highest level of access privileges, and his identity is marked as... Special Instructor of the Western Region Martial Arts Army, Xiao Chen."

"Martial Arts Military Special Instruction?"

A faint, almost imperceptible sneer flickered across the old man's lips. In his eyes, this title was nothing more than a worldly, empty post, utterly insignificant. Yet, the moment the name "Xiao Chen" entered his ears, a rare, fine crack appeared on his usually impassive, snow-covered face… Astonishment, doubt, and a hint of offended anger intertwined and surged in his deep, abyss-like eyes, lingering for a long time.

This name, like a rusty copper key, unexpectedly unlocked a long-sealed corner deep in his memory... It was a shame and stain that he had deliberately buried, which was touched again after many years.

"Xiao Chen?"

He repeated in a low voice, his tone suddenly rising, carrying a chilling aura, like an icicle piercing someone: "He's not dead?! Are you sure it's him? Didn't he disappear without a trace after going to the ancient city?"

"Your Majesty is wise."

The lean man bowed quickly and replied, his tone filled with undisguised confusion: "This subordinate is not sure either. This person is too young, only in his early twenties, much younger than the rumored age of the former War God King Xiao Chen... Could it be that there really is a divine skill in this world that can make people young again?"

After hearing this, the old man's astonishment gradually faded, replaced by a condescending and cold mockery, his eyes brimming with disdain for the mortal world: "It's just some brat who got lucky and obtained some unorthodox opportunities, how could he possibly be the God of War, Xiao Chen!"

"But what if... he really is that War God King?" The lean man couldn't help but look up, quickly glance at the old man, and then quickly lower his head again.

Even if he is, so what?

The old man sneered, his aura suddenly becoming heavy and chilling, like an icy pool in a deep valley: "Don't forget, we are a family that came from the Spirit Realm, and now we have that great man's help. How could we be afraid of a mere mortal martial artist?"

He paused, his tone suddenly turning stern: "By the way, has Jiang Meng been found? We must bring her back before Xiao Chen!"

"That woman is too cunning. We almost captured her a while ago, but she was rescued by a mysterious person and her whereabouts are still unknown." The lean man's tone was full of helplessness.

"My lord, should I send someone..." The lean man made a subtle gesture of slitting his throat, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"No need."

The old man waved his hand decisively, his expression returning to its previous indifference, as if discussing a trivial matter: "A bug that accidentally jumped out of the gutter is not worth dirtying our hands. Since he has stepped into the murky waters of the Western Region, Ao Jia and Blood Demon will deal with him. He has only himself to die."

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips twirling: "You just need to give the order to have someone secretly keep an eye on his movements; there's no need to pay too much attention. Your primary task right now is still to find Jiang Meng!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The lean man accepted the order, bowed, and left the secret chamber. The heavy stone door closed again, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds. (End of Chapter)