My Ares Son-in-Law

"Pfft...!"

This kick pierced through Zhao Bei's already collapsed chest, crushing his heart and lungs into a pile of mud!
Zhao Bei's bulging eyes instantly lost all their luster, her body trembled violently, and she collapsed to the ground, no longer able to move.

From the moment Zhao Bei launched his attack to the moment he was reduced to a mangled corpse with a hole pierced through his chest, the entire process took no more than five seconds!

Instant kill!

Clean, efficient, and swift!

"You beast! Prepare to die!"

Only then did Zhao Huan and Zhao Peng, filled with shock and anger, finally react!

The two roared and shot towards Xiao Chen like lightning. With a flash of cold light, each of them now held a short knife coated with deadly poison! The blades sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Xiao Chen's throat and heart, two vital organs, one on the left and one on the right, each move intended to kill!

Xiao Chen didn't even turn around.

His footwork suddenly changed mysteriously, and his figure blurred instantly, leaving only a solidified black afterimage in the spot.

It wasn't some exquisite movement technique; it was pure speed that reached its limit, so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it, so fast that Zhao Huan and Zhao Peng's attacks completely missed!

"Shh! Shh!"

Two poisoned daggers sliced ​​through the afterimages without hindrance, their blades clashing and sparks flying. Zhao Huan and Zhao Peng's expressions changed drastically, a warning screaming in their hearts... What terrifying speed!

Just as the two had exhausted their old strength and had not yet generated new strength, and their movements faltered slightly...

A hand, as if by ghostly motion, reached out from Zhao Huan's side and precisely grabbed his wrist holding the knife!
"Crack!"

A crisp, ear-piercing sound of bones breaking rang out!
"Ah!" Zhao Huan let out a shrill scream as the short knife flew out of his hand and landed on the ground.

Before the knife even hit the ground, it was caught in mid-air by another hand. The moment Xiao Chen grasped the hilt, he poured his powerful true energy into it, and the ordinary iron short knife emitted a soft "hum" like a dragon's roar. A hazy blue light emanated from the blade, and a chilling killing intent soared into the sky!

A flash of death!
The blade flashed like lightning, incredibly fast, slicing through a short distance before disappearing just short of Zhao Huan's neck!

Zhao Huan's forward momentum abruptly halted, his eyes widening like saucers, his pupils reflecting Xiao Chen's expressionless, indifferent face. The next moment, a thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, silently appeared on his neck, then burst open and expanded in an instant!
"laugh……!!!"

Hot blood gushed out of the carotid artery like a fountain breaking free of its dam, splashing up half a foot high!
He futilely clutched his neck with both hands, blood still gushing out between his fingers, his life force rapidly ebbing away like a punctured balloon. His body swayed, then he collapsed heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with utter horror and resentment until his last breath.

"father!!!"

Zhao Peng's eyes were bloodshot, his bloodshot pupils almost bulging out of their sockets! He couldn't believe that his father, Zhao Huan, a Celestial Realm expert and a well-known figure on the Dragon Kingdom's Celestial Ranking, couldn't even withstand a single move from Xiao Chen and died so swiftly and decisively!

Boundless fear and grief intertwined, giving rise to a beast-like roar! He mustered all the remaining internal energy in his body, and the short knife in his hand burst forth with a dazzling cold light. The blade, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, slashed down recklessly towards Xiao Chen's head!

"Die...!!!"

The blade was still half a foot away from Xiao Chen's head, but it was as if it had hit a towering ice wall, and could not fall even an inch further!
Zhao Peng felt an overwhelming and irresistible force rebounding from his palm. He wasn't striking the air, but rather an invisible and intangible yet indestructible wall of copper and iron! No matter how much he bulged his veins and tried to exert his inner strength, the blade remained firmly welded to the air, completely unmoved!

His rage instantly transformed into boundless terror and despair. His features twisted in utter horror, and his voice became hoarse and broken: "Wh...what the hell...Are you human, or a demon?!"

"Too much talk." Xiao Chen coldly interrupted his exclamation, and with a casual flick of his wrist... the short knife, which he had taken from Zhao Huan and was still stained with warm blood, suddenly transformed into a streak of blue light, shooting out with the force of thunder!

"Om...!!!"

The short sword pierced the air with a thunderous roar like a dragon's cry, and the shockwave it carried forcefully pushed the air apart, forming a visible white shockwave that swept across the area!

Zhao Peng's pupils contracted sharply, and he only had time to instinctively raise the short knife in his hand to block in front of his chest.

"Ding... Pfft!"

First came the sharp, piercing sound of metal clashing against metal, followed by the dull, tearing sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh!

Xiao Chen's dagger was like a divine weapon, easily breaking Zhao Peng's parry. Its momentum was not diminished at all, and it pierced Zhao Peng's heart with perfect accuracy, sending him flying backward!

"boom!!!"

Zhao Peng's body was swept up by the enormous impact and slammed heavily against the hard bluestone wall of the secret room, making a deafening noise!

"laugh……!"

The dagger was deeply embedded in the wall until the hilt disappeared, leaving only the hilt outside vibrating and emitting a low, mournful sound.

Zhao Peng was thus pinned to the wall by a bloodstained dagger! His feet were off the ground, his head hung limply, and blood trickled down the wall, leaving cruel and hideous streaks on the bluestone slab.

The art of death is cold, efficient, and carries a suffocating sense of oppression.

Ten seconds!

From the moment Zhao Bei launched the first attack to the moment Zhao Huan vomited blood from her neck and Zhao Peng died after being nailed to the wall, the entire process took no more than ten seconds!
The three Celestial Realm experts from the Qingyang Sword Sect, who were listed on the Celestial Realm Ranking of the Dragon Kingdom and were considered top-tier experts in the Western Region, were all killed on the spot in the most tragic way, without even being able to put up a decent resistance!

Dead!

A chilling silence enveloped the entire secret room, like an ancient, frozen wasteland!

Everyone in the Qingyang Sword Sect, including Sect Leader Zhao Ruixiang, was frozen in place, unable to move, as if they had been struck by a spell.

Their gazes were fixed on the three corpses, each with a different manner of death… Zhao Bei's chest was pierced, Zhao Huan's neck was severed and blood was gushing out, Zhao Peng's body was nailed to the wall and hanging there, and then slowly moved to the young man standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in black as ink.

Terror, like the wildest vines, grew and entangled in their hearts, almost suffocating them, and even their breath carried the rusty, bloody smell.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through everyone's backs, trickling down their spines. Several core experts with cultivation levels similar to Zhao Bei and Zhao Huan's trembled uncontrollably, their teeth chattering, almost collapsing to the ground on the spot!
A devil... This is definitely a devil from hell!

The patriarch Zhao Ruixiang might be able to defeat these three, but he could never do so so easily, so decisively, so...recklessly and brutally!

Xiao Chen completely ignored the terrified gazes around him, as if he had just crushed three ants.

He slowly turned around, his steps steady and firm, walking step by step towards Lin Zhenghao, who lay on the ground, barely breathing. Each step felt like it was stepping on everyone's hearts, adding to the suffocating pressure of the already deathly silence in the room. (End of Chapter)