My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhao Ruixiang, the leader of the Qingyang Sword Sect and a Celestial Realm expert, is dead!

Xiao Chen shook the filth off his hands. The lingering warmth on his fingertips made him frown slightly. He then slowly turned around and looked at Qing Yangzi, who was frozen in place with his eyes wide open.

The moonlight shone on his face, and the young man's smile was as pure as that of a boy next door, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Now it is your turn."

He raised his right hand, palm up.

A cluster of pale blue flames silently ignited.

The flames flickered, their pure color breathtaking, yet they exuded a destructive aura that made heaven and earth tremble... Wherever they passed, the air was scorched and distorted, the white frost on the ground instantly vaporized, and even the space itself rippled slightly!

Qingyangzi looked at the cluster of eerie blue flames, at the ground splattered with red and white filth behind Xiao Chen, at his grandson's headless corpse, and at the indifference in the young man's eyes that regarded all living beings as ants...

He shuddered violently, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, instantly seeping into his bones.

"You...you are not an ordinary martial artist..."

His voice trembled violently, and his cloudy old eyes were wide open, filled with horror and disbelief. "You are...you are the legendary..."

Xiao Chen tilted his head, and the ghostly blue flames danced at his fingertips, making his dark eyes appear as two bottomless abysses. The flames dancing in his pupils resembled the ghostly eyes that had opened in the abyss, eerie and terrifying.

"When did I ever say that I was an ordinary martial artist?"

His voice was as faint as the wind, yet it carried a chilling cold that pierced to the bone. When it reached Qingyangzi's ears, it was even more agonizing than the sound of bones cracking just now.

Flames suddenly shot up three inches, and a ghostly blue light instantly filled the courtyard!
Qingyangzi's pupils constricted sharply, the entire world seemed to be swallowed by this eerie blue... He clearly saw Xiao Chen's lips part slightly, the words he uttered floating lightly, as if praising the moonlight tonight, yet each word was like a knife, shattering his last shred of hope:

"I'm here to collect a debt."

"The Qingyang Sword Sect dared to touch my people; this is their fate."

“I was going to spare your lives before because of Lin Zhenghao, but unfortunately…” Xiao Chen shook his head slightly, his indifference more scorching than flames, “You insisted on courting death.”

"Today, we will pay with interest."

"The entire Qingyang Sword Sect was wiped out, not a single member was spared."

boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, a ghostly blue flame shot into the sky, instantly engulfing the entire courtyard!

The night sky over the provincial capital was forcibly dyed an eerie, ghostly blue... It was the color of divine punishment when gods wrathed their subjects, and also the color of a devil's smile when reaping lives.

The air sizzled and crackled as it burned, and even the moonlight paled in comparison to the flames, as if it were about to be completely incinerated!
With a casual wave of his hand, Xiao Chen dissipated the flames in his palm, and a dark weapon suddenly appeared in his hand.

That thing, it's neither quite a sword nor quite a knife...

No more than a foot and thirteen inches long, without a sharp edge or ridge, the entire weapon was as black as ink, seemingly capable of swallowing all light in the world. Even when moonlight occasionally swept across it, it could only emit a faint, eerie glow on the blade, rising and falling slowly like the breath of a living creature, exuding a chilling and eerie quality. This object originally had no name; the name "Youquan" was added later by someone else, and Xiao Chen was too lazy to change it.

This was a priceless treasure he had recently snatched from those two good-for-nothings, He Yongnian and Shen Shi… Those two held this divine object, yet treated it merely as an ordinary piece of black iron—truly a case of casting pearls before swine. Only in his hands could this extraordinary treasure, imbued with ancient aura, truly awaken its primordial power!

He hadn't planned to use this in the western region until tonight.

It wasn't until that old bastard Qingyangzi, who had been in seclusion for thirty years, disregarded his reputation and launched a sneak attack for his grandson, that he finally had the idea to test the power of the Nether Spring.

Now, it's time for this extraordinary treasure to taste the blood of the Qingyang Sword Sect's patriarch... to taste the sinful blood that has stained the moonlight of the provincial capital!

On the other side, Qingyangzi had already taken a long, narrow sword.

The blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light, and the flowing blood patterns on it writhed like living snakes. It was clearly the "Blood Soul Blade," the most treasured weapon of the Qingyang Sword Sect.

The old man stared at Zhao Ruixiang's headless corpse on the ground, blood still gushing from the wound on his chest. There was no grief in his eyes, only the madness of burning everything, and a trace of almost twisted greed.

"Scrap metal!"

Qingyangzi let out a strange, hoarse laugh, his withered fingers gripping the hilt of his sword, the tip pointing at the inconspicuous piece of black iron in Xiao Chen's hand. His voice was as hoarse as a broken gong: "Young man, you think that by relying on some strange movement techniques to injure me, you can contend with the century-old heritage of my Qingyang Sword Sect with this piece of broken copper and scrap iron?"

His laughter suddenly rose, transforming into a deafening roar of thunder: "A fool's dream!"

The moment the word "dream" left his lips, Qingyangzi moved!
Without leaping or gathering momentum, the bluestone slab beneath his feet instantly turned to dust, and his entire body transformed into a gray lightning bolt that tore through space. The blade light poured down like a silver river, carrying a terrifying aura of annihilation, and crashed down towards Xiao Chen!

The trajectory of this strike was already blurred, only the biting chill of death enveloped the entire scene... Before the blade even arrived, the annihilating intent of the blade had already descended, instantly dehydrating and scorching the remaining flowers and trees in the courtyard, turning their leaves into ashes, and even the rubble on the ground was shattered into dust by this intent of the blade!
"It's the Ancestor's 'Annihilation Blade Intent'! The Ancestor's 'Annihilation Blade Intent' has reached its ultimate state!" The surviving elder of the Qingyang Sword Sect shouted excitedly, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope for turning the tide.

Xiao Chen, however, did not move.

He even slightly closed his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile that seemed to regard all living beings as ants.

But the Youquan Sword in his hand trembled slightly at that moment.

It wasn't a crisp buzzing sound, but a deep, suppressed roar, as if it came from the depths of the ancient earth... a dragon's roar!
It was a broken dragon's roar that still resounded throughout the universe!
"Buzz...!!"

On the Nether Spring Sword, the faint wisp of light suddenly intensified, transforming into a solid black wave of energy!

That was not sword energy, nor was it a gale, but a kind of "momentum" that transcended the laws of heaven and earth... It was tyrannical, ancient, and carried the domineering majesty of a prehistoric beast, and it erupted with a roar!
Qingyangzi's earth-shattering sword light crashed into this "momentum" and instantly lost speed, like a mud ox entering the sea!
The chilling sword intent melted and crumbled inch by inch, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. Even the narrow blade began to tremble violently, emitting a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden. The originally flowing blood patterns instantly dimmed!
"what?!"

The maniacal grin on Qingyangzi's face froze instantly, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and the curve of his lips stiffening like a block of ice. For the first time, greed and madness vanished from his eyes, leaving only pure, soul-deep horror...

He felt as if he had struck not a weapon, but the very scales of a primordial beast awakening from its ancient slumber!

That domineering and irresistible aura made this peak Celestial Realm expert, who had been in seclusion for thirty years, feel utterly powerless, like an ant trying to shake a tree! (End of Chapter)