My Ares Son-in-Law

The Qingyang Sword Sect experts blocking the way were terrified, as if they had seen a vengeful ghost. They staggered backward in a panic, some even bumping into each other and falling over, creating an exaggeratedly wide passage!

Even the sect leader, Zhao Ruixiang, was deathly pale. His legs went weak and he staggered back two steps, only managing to steady himself after his back slammed heavily against the wall. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and cold sweat poured down his temples, soaking his clothes.

Without glancing to the side, Xiao Chen walked straight to Lin Zhenghao and squatted down beside him, placing his fingertips on his pulse to carefully examine his injuries. A broken spine, multiple shattered bones, severe internal organ damage… he was practically a cripple on the verge of death!

A sudden surge of cold light flashed in his eyes, his murderous aura almost solidifying, yet his movements were incredibly gentle. He took out a lustrous pill from his robes, carefully pried open Lin Zhenghao's teeth, and fed it to him.

The moment they saw the pill, Zhao Ruixiang and the surrounding Qingyang Sword Sect experts' pupils shrank to pinpoints, and their breaths stopped instantly!
It's it! It's this divine pill!
It turns out the source of the elixir was this boy! The secret to Lin Zhenghao's explosive increase in strength in just a few days was also entirely due to him!
A tremendous greed grew wildly like a poisonous vine, almost bursting through his chest, but was frozen solid by an even greater fear in the next second... So what if he knew? This fiend before him could easily slaughter even those at the Celestial Realm. Who would dare to touch him? Who would dare to steal from him? Unless they were tired of living!
The pill dissolved instantly upon entering his stomach, and a warm, life-giving energy spread throughout Lin Zhenghao's body. A touch of color quickly returned to his deathly pale face, and his rapid, weak breathing gradually calmed down.

Lin Zhenghao struggled to open his eyes, his cloudy gaze meeting Xiao Chen's. His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, filled with shame and self-reproach: "Mr. Xiao... I am incompetent... I failed to keep your instructions, and... I was captured by villains..."

"It's not your fault." Xiao Chen slowly shook his head, his voice slightly gentler than before, but still carrying an undeniable authority. "The cultivation technique I bestowed upon you is still in its early stages, and your foundation is not yet stable. Given a month, you would be able to crush such a scumbag. How could you have suffered such a severe injury?"

Lin Zhenghao was too badly injured to move, so Xiao Chen didn't force him and slowly stood up.

His movements were extremely slow, yet they carried an oppressive aura like a landslide or tsunami. His body was filled with a surging murderous aura, and his black clothes fluttered and rustled even without wind.

Their gazes swept over the trembling crowd and finally, like two blood-drinking celestial swords, pierced straight into Zhao Ruixiang's soul, exposing all his hypocrisy, greed, and scheming!
All sins originate from this scoundrel!

Xiao Chen spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, carrying supreme majesty and a murderous intent capable of burning mountains and boiling seas. It reverberated through the deathly silent Qingyang Sword Sect residence, causing dust to fall from the walls.

"Zhao Ruixiang".

"Still not kneeling down!"

"Die!!!!"

The moment the words fell, an invisible pressure erupted! The entire secret chamber trembled violently, cracks spread across the ground again, and the Qingyang Sword Sect disciples around were forced to their knees, unable to even breathe properly!

"Kneel down."

Two words, as light as a night breeze brushing a leaf, yet like an awl forged from millennia-old ice, piercing the eardrum and straight to the heart!
Zhao Ruixiang froze.

Honorary Elder of the New Martial Arts Association of the Western Region of the Dragon Kingdom, Head of the Qingyang Sword Sect, and a Celestial Realm expert known as "Iron Bones and Unyielding Heart"... At this moment, he felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by a giant, icy hand, causing blood to gush up from his throat, and even his breath tasted of rust.

"Say it again?"

His voice trembled, not from fear, but from disbelief.

Behind him, thirty-six Qingyang Sword Sect guards stepped forward in unison, the crisp sound of swords being drawn echoing through the air! Moonlight spilled onto the blades, illuminating the thirty-six murderous faces, yet the drawn weapons trembled slightly under the invisible pressure, their sharpness fading.

Xiao Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

He raised his right hand, his fingertips hovering in mid-air as if holding a star, and gently touched it. "I said..."

"Kneel down and accept your death."

boom!
The air was practically exploding!

It's not a metaphor; it's the roar of space being crushed by the power of fingertips!

Centered on Xiao Chen's fingertip, a ring of pale golden ripples spread out in a circular pattern. Wherever it passed, the bluestone slabs exploded like a spider web, and the fragments of stone flew like arrows. The ancient ginkgo tree in the courtyard, which took three people to encircle, broke with a crash, and wood chips flew everywhere from the broken end, carrying a scorching sensation of the space!

Zhao Ruixiang's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints!
This is not true qi, not qi... it's a tremor of space!
"Pretend to be a ghost!"

After all, he was a powerful figure who had dominated the West for thirty years. His shock lasted only a moment, followed by a burning rage, and he made a fierce move!
Without any starting stance or charging process, Zhao Ruixiang transformed into a bluish-gray afterimage, instantly traversing a distance of ten zhang. His fist wind, carrying withering energy, swept up withered leaves and pebbles on the ground, transforming into a visible gray-black energy dragon that struck straight at Xiao Chen's face!

This punch is called "Mountain Shattering"!
Thirty years ago, when he first entered the Celestial Realm, he used this fist to sink a hundred-ton cargo ship with a single punch on the raging Yellow River, shocking the martial artists along the river into bowing down in submission!
Tonight, he's going to blast this arrogant brat into a bloody pulp!

As the fist passed, the air groaned under its strain, and the roof tiles of the side rooms on both sides of the courtyard instantly collapsed. The powdery debris formed a distorted air wave in mid-air, and even the moonlight was dimmed by the power of the fist!
Xiao Chen finally moved.

It's not about hiding, it's about welcoming.

Facing the force of the punch that was strong enough to pierce steel plates, he took a half step forward with his left foot, his clothes fluttering and rustling even though there was no wind.

He then stretched out his left hand, his five fingers spread out casually, as if trying to grasp a wisp of wind.

Click...!
The crisp sound of bones cracking pierced the deathly silent courtyard, more jarring and more heart-wrenching than the clash of swords.

Zhao Ruixiang's fist stopped abruptly three inches in front of Xiao Chen's palm.

No more progress!

It wasn't blocked... A layer of pale golden, glassy light membrane actually appeared on Xiao Chen's palm, as thin as a cicada's wing, yet radiating an ageless luster. His fist struck it, and the overwhelming force of the recoil shattered his wrist bones!
"you……"

Zhao Ruixiang's face turned deathly pale instantly. The pain was nothing compared to the horror in his heart... It was a sense of powerlessness that came from the depths of his soul!
He is a Celestial Realm expert! He is a martial artist who has transcended the mortal realm! He is ranked nearly two hundredth on the Dragon Kingdom's Celestial Ranking. Wherever he goes, he is a local overlord, revered by thousands.
But in front of this young man, he was like a three-year-old child throwing a punch at the city wall, ridiculous and powerless!
"Is this all you can do?"

Xiao Chen's voice was completely flat, as if he were commenting on something insignificant. He slowly closed his left hand, the movement so slow it was almost painful, yet it carried an undeniable pressure.

As he moved, the layer of glassy light membrane began to squeeze and contract inward!
Creak...creak...!
A tooth-grinding scraping sound rang out as Zhao Ruixiang's prized protective aura shattered like a fragile eggshell, crackling and popping.

His entire right arm twisted and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bones trembling wildly beneath his flesh, emitting groans of unbearable strain, as if it were about to explode from his body at any moment! (End of Chapter)