My Ares Son-in-Law

"what……!!"

A piercing scream finally broke through his throat, shaking the beams and pillars of the courtyard. Veins bulged on Zhao Ruixiang's forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his robes. But in this desperate situation, the ferocity within him was stirred!
“Open it for me!!”

His left hand reached into his robes with lightning speed, his fingertips gripping a warm, blood-red jade pendant, which he crushed without hesitation!
boom……! !

A violent surge of crimson energy shot into the sky, breaking through the clouds above the courtyard and condensing in mid-air into a giant, three-zhang-long phantom blade! The blade was wreathed in hissing, malevolent energy snakes, and wherever the blade's light passed, the air was torn apart, leaving dark traces, and even space itself was slightly distorted!
"It's the sect leader's Blood Fiend Blade Talisman!"

"The Qingyang Sword Sect's ancestral life-saving trump card! It's a talisman that our ancestor forged with his own blood essence after slaying a Celestial Being from an enemy nation. It can even kill Celestial Beings!"

A knowledgeable disciple of the Qingyang Sword Sect exclaimed in surprise, his voice filled with ecstasy and awe.

This talisman is the foundation of the Qingyang Sword Sect's 300-year heritage, enough to make any Celestial Realm expert wary!
The giant sword phantom, carrying a world-destroying aura, slashed down at Xiao Chen, as if it wanted to split the world in two!

The moment the giant blade fell, the temperature in the entire Qingyang Sword Sect compound plummeted to freezing!

The white frost climbed up the bluestone slabs, pillars, and even the blades of swords at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cold air penetrated the robes and froze the breath. Everyone felt as if a piece of ancient ice was pressing on their hearts. The shadow of death washed over their necks like a tide, and even screams were frozen in their throats!
Xiao Chen finally looked up.

He glanced at the massive, blood-red sword that blotted out the sky, his dark pupils showing no emotion, only a hint of... almost condescending disappointment.
"Little tricks."

As soon as he finished speaking, he released Zhao Ruixiang's right arm, which was already twisted into a pretzel... The latter collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, his right arm hanging limply, the sound of bones breaking still faintly echoing in the courtyard.

Xiao Chen pointed his right hand like a sword and gently slashed it towards the sky.

There was no dazzling light burst, no deafening roar, and not even a ripple in the air.

But that blood-red giant sword, which carried the power to destroy the world and was capable of slaying gods and men, actually turned into specks of scarlet light from the tip of the blade and disappeared inch by inch!
It wasn't an explosion, it wasn't a collapse... it was as if it had been completely erased from the world by an invisible eraser, leaving not even a trace of energy behind, as if it had never existed!

silence.

Deathly silence.

The wind stopped, breathing stopped, and even the moonlight seemed to freeze in mid-air.

Zhao Ruixiang slumped to the ground, forgetting the excruciating pain in his limbs and bones. He stared blankly at the empty night sky, his eyes vacant and lifeless, as if his soul had been ripped away.

Blood Fiend Blade Talisman... the Qingyang Sword Sect's life-saving trump card for three hundred years, a treasure capable of slaying celestial beings... was wiped out with a single finger?

"Now,"

Xiao Chen walked slowly to him, his dark robes brushing against the frost on the ground, leaving a faint mark. He looked down at Zhao Ruixiang, his voice as indifferent as discussing the weather, "May I kneel now?"

Zhao Ruixiang's lips trembled. He tried to lift his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Only a "hoarse" sound escaped from his throat; he couldn't squeeze out a single complete syllable.

at this time……

"Young friend, one should be lenient when one can."

A voice, as aged as withered wood, slowly drifted from the depths of the ancestral hall, piercing the deathly silent courtyard, carrying the oppressive weight of time.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man dressed in gray hemp clothing slowly walking out, leaning on a cracked jujube wood cane.

With each step he took, his cane tapped on the bluestone slab with a dull thud, as if striking everyone's heart!

As he moved forward, the old man's aura rose like a volcanic eruption... At first, it was like a gentle breeze, but in an instant, it turned into a storm. When he reached the center of the courtyard, the pressure in the entire space increased tenfold!
The air solidified into a tangible substance, and the bluestone slabs cracked under the invisible pressure. Those Qingyang Sword Sect disciples who were just moments ago filled with murderous intent were now all forced to kneel on the ground, their foreheads touching the earth, their bones groaning and creaking. They didn't even have the strength to lift their heads!

"It's...it's the Ancestor!"

"Ancestor Qingyangzi! The legendary ancestor who passed away in seclusion thirty years ago!"

The senior disciples of the Qingyang Sword Sect gasped in disbelief, their voices filled with unbelievable elation. Zhao Ruixiang shuddered, his empty eyes suddenly blazing with a desperate light, and he cried out hoarsely, "Grandpa!"

Qingyangzi didn't even glance at him. His cloudy old eyes were fixed on Xiao Chen, and a glint of fear flashed deep in his eyes: "Young man, I can't see through your methods. But this is the Qingyang Sword Sect, not a place for you to run wild."

He paused, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority: "Today you severed my grandson's arm and destroyed my ancestral sword talisman. This matter should have been fought to the death."

"But I value talent, so I'll give you a choice."

The cane slammed down heavily, causing the bluestone slab to shatter and scatter fragments everywhere!

"Join my Qingyang Sword Sect as a retainer, and you will enjoy treatment above even the celestial beings. Today's matter will be wiped clean. Otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, a soft laugh interrupted him.

Xiao Chen smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts... a hint of pity as if watching an ant trying to shake Mount Kunlun.

It was like hearing the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"What else?"

He asked softly, his tone devoid of any fear, only pure amusement.

Qingyangzi's face instantly darkened, and black ripples appeared in the air around him. His killing intent was almost tangible: "Otherwise, I will personally take action to annihilate your soul and body, so that you will never be reincarnated!"

"Okay."

Xiao Chen nodded, then made a gesture that sent chills down everyone's spines and made their souls fly away.

He slowly turned around, his back to Qingyangzi, and his gaze returned to Zhao Ruixiang, who was slumped on the ground.

"Then I'll kill him first, then I'll kill you."

The moment the words fell...

A ripple appeared in the space, and Xiao Chen's figure vanished into thin air!
It wasn't so fast that it left an afterimage; it was truly wiped away from its original spot, as if it had never existed!

In the next instant, he appeared behind Zhao Ruixiang, his right hand with its five fingers spread wide, pressing down on the crown of the Qingyang Sword Sect leader like an iron clamp.

"you dare!!"

Qingyangzi's eyes were bloodshot, and his withered hand clenched tightly. His cane transformed into a black light that tore through the air, carrying a sharp whistling sound that shattered space, and pierced straight into Xiao Chen's back!

This strike was incredibly fast and incredibly ruthless... It was the peak power he had cultivated in seclusion for thirty years, enough to severely injure a peak Celestial Realm cultivator!

But, it's too late.

Xiao Chen gently clenched his fist.

Pfft...!
A dull thud, like crushing a ripe watermelon.

Red blood and white substances, mixed with bone fragments, splattered all over the ground, even spraying onto Qingyangzi's gray hemp clothes.

Even in death, the glimmer of hope that had survived the ordeal remained in Zhao Ruixiang's eyes, frozen into eternal stillness. (End of Chapter)