My Ares Son-in-Law

"Whoever stops me will die."

Xiao Chen's voice was as calm as a deep pool of ice, without the slightest ripple, yet it sent chills down the spines of the remaining martial artists... It wasn't a threat, it was a verdict.

Driven mad by the oppressive silence, the second martial artist roared and a curved blade suddenly slid out from his sleeve! The blade gleamed with an eerie, ghostly blue light, clearly coated with a deadly poison that would kill on contact with blood. The blade flashed like a viper's tongue, carrying a sharp whistling sound as it aimed straight for Xiao Chen's throat, each strike potentially fatal!
Xiao Chen neither dodged nor yielded, not even flinching, and threw out his right fist again!

The fist, carrying the force of thunder, crashed straight into the blade!
"clang……!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing, like a thunderclap, resounded!
The scimitar, so sharp it could cut a hair, shattered instantly, its fragments flying back like a meteor shower. The largest piece pierced the old man's chest, the hilt protruding, and blood gushed out immediately!

The martial artist staggered back several steps, pressing his hands tightly against the wound on his chest, looking down incredulously at the hilt of his own sword... He couldn't understand it even in death: how could flesh and blood be harder than refined steel?

“There really are some who don’t understand human language.” Xiao Chen shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of indifferent impatience. “Then they can all just die.”

The next moment, he raised his hand and waved it, and a fireball the size of a human head condensed at his fingertip. The flames rolled and crackled as they burned the air, and it smashed straight at the remaining martial artists!
"boom……!!!"

The enormous roar shook the courtyard ground, and flames shot into the sky!

Those martial artists didn't even have a chance to dodge before being instantly engulfed by the fireball, turning into several burning figures. Their shrill screams pierced the night sky, but only lasted for a few seconds before they turned into piles of black charcoal amidst the stench of burning flesh, their ashes even scattered by the heat wave.

ten seconds.

Just ten seconds.

All of the dozen or so martial artists brought by Chen Ziyan perished!

Only Mr. Guo remained at the scene.

This powerful figure on the Heavenly Ranking, who was infamous in the martial arts world of the western region and whose Xuan Yin Finger had killed countless people, was now as pale as paper, his lips were trembling, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

He witnessed this one-sided massacre firsthand... Among those killed were many powerful figures listed on the Heavenly Ranking, yet they were as fragile as paper in front of Xiao Chen!
He suddenly laughed, a hoarse, dry laugh, like the scraping of a broken gong: "Good...good devil...a true devil..."

Then, he did something that stunned everyone present.

"Pfft!"

Old Guo knelt heavily on the blood-stained bluestone, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold stone surface, his voice trembling uncontrollably, filled with extreme fear and humility:

"Mr. Xiao... have mercy! Please... spare my dog's life!"

The night wind swept through the courtyard, carrying with it a thick, pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of burning, making one want to vomit.

Xiao Chen stood amidst the mess, a few drops of dark red blood splattered on his black robe, which made his face appear even colder.

He looked down at Old Guo, who was kneeling on the ground, not daring to breathe, his gaze unwavering. Then he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Chen Ziyan, who was huddled behind a pillar not far away, her face as pale as a ghost.

Her body trembled violently, her once exquisite makeup was ruined, and her eyes were filled with despair and terror. Where was the slightest trace of her previous arrogance?

Xiao Chen spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to possess a penetrating power, clearly resonating throughout every corner of the courtyard:

"Those who mess with me will always pay the price." His gaze was fixed on Chen Ziyan, each word spoken with a chilling intensity that seemed to freeze the air.

"Is that so..."

"Chen, Zi, Yan?"

The air in the entire space suddenly froze! It was as if an invisible cold wave was sweeping in, and even the dust in the wind froze in mid-air.

A collective gasp of cold air rose from all around, and a deathly silence, heavy as a physical weight, pressed down on the Qin family mansion, even the chirping of insects vanished.

Chen Ziyan's face was deathly pale. She dug her fingertips deep into her palms, oblivious to the bright red blood seeping out between her fingers.

Elder Guo! He is a martial artist at the peak of Dark Force, her last trump card, and the recognized ceiling of combat power among these people!
But at this moment, this powerful figure, who should have looked down on all living beings, was kneeling on the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, his forehead pressed against the cold bluestone slab, without even the courage to raise his head.

It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat; her breath caught in her throat, and she staggered backward, her high heels twisting abruptly.
"what!"

A sharp scream pierced the deathly silence. She fell backward, her elegant skirt tearing through the stone steps with a piercing ripping sound, revealing a section of her fair calf.

But no one present glanced at them; all eyes were fixed on the figure slowly walking towards them.

Xiao Chen strode forward, the hem of his black trench coat tracing a cold arc in the air with each step, the fabric fluttering and rustling, exuding an aura of menace that kept strangers at bay.

He stopped in front of Old Guo, his figure as upright as a pine tree, his condescending gaze sweeping over the old man prostrate on the ground, like a god looking down on an ant.

"Beg for mercy?" His voice was chillingly calm, devoid of any emotion, yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness. "You are not worthy."

Those three words, each like a thunderclap, sealed his fate the moment they landed.

"boom!"

Xiao Chen's right leg lashed out like a long-awaited steel whip, tearing through the air with a sharp, piercing whistle! Old Guo's pupils constricted; in this life-or-death moment, his instincts as a strongman compelled him to muster all his strength, hastily concentrating his life's cultivation into his palms, and fiercely parrying upwards.
"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, like withered branches being crushed. The terrifying force contained in that kick was devastating, instantly shattering his palm and arm bones, and with undiminished momentum, it slammed into his chest!
Old Guo's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a messy arc before crashing heavily into an ancient cypress tree ten meters away. With a muffled thud, the thick trunk caved in, cracks spreading like a spider web, and the cracking sound of a broken spine made one's teeth ache.

"puff,"

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of broken internal organs gushed from his mouth, staining the ground in front of him red. His body slumped down, his eyes wide open, already lifeless.

Qin Fang stared wide-eyed at the scene, his chest heaving, his face showing no fear, only the overwhelming joy and excitement of surviving a calamity. He knew that this young man, like a demon descended from heaven, had come to save the Qin family! He was the Qin family's second father!
Xiao Chen slowly turned around, his cold gaze falling on Chen Ziyan, who was slumped on the ground, trembling all over.

"despair."

A crisp metallic clang broke the silence, and a dark blue flame suddenly shot up.

He slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, the pungent nicotine swirling in his lungs, and exhaled the smoke from his thin lips, filling the space between them like a veil separating life and death. (End of Chapter)