My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen opened his eyes at that moment.

In his eyes, a golden glint appeared like a star falling into the sea, fleeting yet carrying a pressure that surpassed the laws of heaven and earth. Wherever it swept, even the space itself rippled slightly!
He gripped the Youquan Sword in his palm, took half a step forward, and casually flicked his wrist.

The movement was as light as brushing dust off one's shoulder and as slow as drifting clouds across the sky, forming an extreme contrast with Qingyangzi's earth-shattering sword momentum.

There was no dazzling sword light, no howling sword wind.

Only a thin, black "line," seemingly capable of devouring all light and energy, silently extended from the tip of the Nether Spring Sword, like the hair of the Grim Reaper, traversing the void without a sound!
Time suddenly stood still.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard hung in mid-air, the light of Qingyangzi's blade froze within inches, and even the terrified screams were cut off in their throats... In the whole world, only that black line was slowly spreading, carrying an eerie sense of annihilation!

Qingyangzi's pupils widened as he stared at his Blood Soul Blade: the tip of the blade touched the black line first, without a sound of collision or cracking. The entire long and narrow blade seemed to be devoured by an invisible giant mouth, melting into the black line piece by piece and turning into nothingness!
Not even a single metal fragment or a wisp of residual energy remained!

The black line continued its spread without stopping...

Upon touching his protective aura, the aura at the peak of the Celestial Realm, which had been condensed for thirty years, burst like soap bubbles, leaving no room for struggle.

Upon touching his hilt, the ebony and gold-inlaid hilt instantly turned to ashes and vanished without a trace;

Touch his palm...

"No……!!!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, finally broke through the shackles of time and ripped through the night sky of the provincial capital!

Qingyangzi retreated wildly, his right palm severed at the wrist! The cut was as smooth as a mirror, yet not a drop of blood flowed out... The flesh and veins at the wound seemed to have all their life force drained the moment they touched the black lines, turning into a deathly gray-white color, even the pain was frozen!
He staggered back ten feet, his back slamming hard against the dragon-carved stone pillar of the ancestral hall, producing a dull thud, and the pillar shattered in response!
His left hand gripped the severed wound on his right wrist tightly, his face drained of all color, and the look in his eyes as he stared at the Youquan Sword in Xiao Chen's hand was devoid of any greed, only filled with a deep-seated fear, as if he were staring at an ancient ferocious beast!
“That…that’s not an ordinary sword…” His lips trembled, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, “That’s…a ‘spiritual weapon’?! You…who exactly are you?!”

The Kunlun Secret Realm holds secrets, and weapons in the world are divided into three tiers:
All things made of iron are of the lowest quality, sharp weapons are in the middle, and above them are things that contain incomplete laws of the Heavenly Dao, which are called "spiritual weapons"!
Such malevolent entities require the guidance of great karma and the nourishment of great evil energy, and must undergo tens of thousands of years of sedimentation to take shape. In the present world, they will inevitably bring calamities to heaven and earth, and only those destined by heaven can wield them!
Only fragments remain in the ancient books, and even the most prestigious martial arts families in the Dragon Kingdom have only heard of them but never seen them!
Xiao Chen did not answer.

He looked down at the Youquan Sword.

After that swing, the eerie light on the blade dimmed slightly, but the dormant ferocity seemed to have been awakened. The sword trembled slightly, as if it were craving more vitality and malevolent energy, becoming increasingly restless.

He bent his index finger and flicked it lightly on the cold blade.

"Ding..." The clear sound pierced through the night sky, yet it carried the vicissitudes of ancient loneliness. The sound waves spread out, and the remaining rubble in the courtyard resonated, as if paying homage to this ancient divine weapon!

"It's hungry."

Xiao Chen raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the terrified Qingyang Sword Sect members like a cold star, finally landing on Qingyangzi's ashen face. His tone was as calm as if he were describing the weather, "What a pity, using this thing against your Qingyang Sword Sect is indeed a bit of a waste."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chen slowly raised the Youquan Sword in his hand.

Above the night sky, dark clouds gathered wildly, obscuring the sun. A muffled rumble of thunder could be heard, but it seemed hesitant and wary, not daring to roar easily.
Buzz...!

The ghostly light on the Ghost Spring Sword suddenly surged, no longer a faint, breath-like glow, but transformed into a black pillar of light that shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds and piercing straight into the heavens!
Within the pillar of light, a colossal dragon-shaped phantom could be vaguely seen writhing and struggling, emitting a silent roar... That roar was filled with ancient pain, resentment, and world-destroying rage!
At this moment, all living beings in the entire Qingyang Sword Sect compound, no, in the entire provincial capital, felt a strange tremor in their hearts!
Whether they were ordinary people on the streets or martial arts masters hidden in the shadows, they all subconsciously looked up in the direction of the Qingyang Sword Sect, their hair standing on end, as if some supreme being had slowly opened its eyes after millions of years of slumber!
"What is the wrath of the God of War?"

Xiao Chen's voice was not loud, but it pierced through the thunder and spread throughout the entire courtyard. Every word was like gold, engraved into the depths of everyone's soul.

The moment the words fell...

The black beam of light exploded with a deafening roar!

Instead of spreading outwards, it transformed into billions of thin, hair-like black streaks of light, each carrying the annihilation laws of spiritual weapons. As if possessing life, each streak precisely locked onto every person in the courtyard who had the bloodline of the Qingyang Sword Sect!
"what!!"

"My cultivation... is dissipating!"

"Bloodline...bloodline is burning!"

The screams echoed through the night sky, piercing the dark clouds!

Regardless of their cultivation level, all the martial artists of the Qingyang Sword Sect—from inner disciples of the Dragon Vein Realm to elders of the Heavenly River Realm, and even Qingyangzi of the Celestial Human Realm—were horrified to discover that their true energy, cultivated over decades, and the bloodline power of the Qingyang Sword Sect upon which they relied, were being frantically extracted and devoured by those black streams of light!
The blood vessels under the skin bulged out, as if being pulled by an invisible hand, emitting a sizzling burning sound; the true qi in the dantian turned into white mist and was forcibly drawn out of the body, and the dantian quickly shrank like a dry well; even the soul was trembling, as if it was about to be torn apart and assimilated by the power of this spiritual weapon!
Their bodies withered and died at a visible speed, their hair turned white in an instant, and their vitality was completely drained away, turning into wisps of grayish-white energy that flowed into the Nether Spring Sword that was suspended in mid-air!
The eerie light emanating from the sword grew stronger, the dragon-shaped phantom became clearer, and the silent roar gradually took on a hint of satisfaction and violence!

Qingyangzi had the deepest cultivation, and his resistance was the most fierce!
A blinding crimson flame erupted from his body, a final struggle fueled by burning his life essence and overdrawing his lifespan. The crimson light condensed into a tangible substance, forming a layer of scarlet armor on his body, attempting to repel those deadly black streaks of light!
But all of this is nothing but a futile struggle of a trapped beast in the face of the laws of spiritual weapons!

The black light, like a leech, easily pierced through the blood-red armor, like millions of fine needles, stabbing deep into his body!

Qingyangzi trembled violently, feeling as if his lifelong cultivation of the peak Celestial Realm true energy, along with the ancestral mark passed down for a thousand years deep within his soul, was being brutally torn apart and frantically devoured by an overwhelming and irresistible force! (End of Chapter)