My Ares Son-in-Law

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room echoed his sentiments, and thunderous applause erupted. Many people began to flatter him, doing their utmost to fawn over him.

Unbeknownst to anyone, on the winding mountain road outside the villa, a black Maybach was tearing through the thick darkness of the night, shooting straight towards the road like an arrow released from a bow. The roar of its engine was particularly jarring on the silent mountain road, carrying an air of unwavering determination.

Inside the car, Xiao Chen closed his eyes to rest, his face calm, as if he were just taking a nap. But upon closer inspection, one could see that deep in his eyes, a chilling killing intent was quietly flowing, like a lurking beast, ready to pounce and tear its prey apart at any moment.

On the east side of the banquet hall in the new factory area of ​​Xunjiang Group, Wang Kun, Wang Li and Zhou Yanhe sat at the same table, their faces so solemn they could drip water.

"Things have gotten out of hand." Wang Kun lowered his voice, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of his glass, his eyes full of worry. "Ao Tianchen is really going to take things too far; it's already beyond what the provincial capital can control."

Zhou Yanhe sighed softly and shook his head: "The rules of the martial arts world have always been that the strong prey on the weak, and life and death are left to fate... The authorities can't easily intervene. The martial arts army has not made any move so far, probably because of this."

The three exchanged a glance, their worries deepening. They had interacted with Xiao Chen before and knew how terrifying he was, but they also understood the extent of Ao Tianchen's power.

Tonight's duel, regardless of the outcome, will shake the entire Northwest martial arts world.

They just hoped that Xiao Chen wouldn't come tonight.

Not far away, at another table.

Qin Xianglan leaned back in her chair, her posture languid and elegant, her long, fair legs crossed, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of a glass.

Under the lights, her skin was as white as snow, her features exquisite, and her eyes, sparkling with charm, drew frequent glances from countless young talents present. As one of the top beauties in the western region, she was undoubtedly the center of attention wherever she went.

“If Xiao Chen really comes,” Qin Xiangdong, the Qin family patriarch sitting next to her, leaned slightly forward, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of hesitation, “are we really going to completely turn against Ao Tianchen for his sake?”

He glanced around the room and lowered his voice even further: "Look how many people are here tonight. Half of the martial arts families in the province are here, clearly showing their support for Ao Tianchen. Our Qin family isn't going to gamble the future of the entire family for an outsider."

Qin Xianglan did not respond, but slowly closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks, and her fingertips continued to caress the rim of the glass cup. Her expression was so calm that it seemed that the undercurrents in the hall had nothing to do with her.

Seeing this, Qin Xiangdong could only shake his head and smile wryly. He was about to try to persuade her again, hoping she would see the situation clearly,
"Step aside!"

A harsh, cold shout abruptly ripped apart the melodious music in the banquet hall, shattering the superficial harmony.

At the end of the red carpet, two carved wooden doors were suddenly pushed open, and four figures were roughly shoved in by two black-clad martial arts experts, staggering and disheveled.

It was Liu Jianming, Yun Miao, and Yun Jingtian and his wife.

Liu Jianming remained relatively calm, his gaze sharp as a knife as he quickly scanned the entire room, trying to find an opportunity to break the deadlock.

Yun Miao had a shocking bloodstain on the corner of her mouth, and her face was as pale as paper, but she still struggled to stand up straight, her eyes full of defiance.

Yun Jingtian's face was ashen as he held his wife tightly beside him. Yun Yuyan's mother was recovering from a serious illness and was already weak. Now she was even more unsteady and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The clamor in the hall instantly ceased, and all eyes focused on the four people, each with a different expression.

Ao Tianchen, who was chatting and laughing with the guests, slowly turned around. The smile on his face vanished instantly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, revealing an undisguised killing intent.

He walked forward slowly, hands behind his back. The gold thread on his black Tang suit gleamed coldly under the light, and each step he took felt like stepping on the hearts of everyone present. "Chief, the people have been brought here," the gray-clad old man escorting the four men reported respectfully, bowing.

Ao Tianchen nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the four people before suddenly becoming sharp as a knife. A loud shout shook the roof tiles.
"Your Majesty!"

The terrifying pressure from the Celestial Realm cultivator was like Mount Tai pressing down, instantly enveloping the entire area!

"boom!"

Four muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously!

The four men's knees slammed heavily onto the hard blue brick floor, producing a piercing sound!
Only Yun Miao managed to hold on with a tenacious will, her knees not completely touching the ground. Liu Jianming and Yun Jingtian, on the other hand, coughed up blood on the spot, their faces turning ashen. They were just ordinary people, how could they withstand the pressure of a Celestial Realm expert?

"Old man!" Liu Jianming's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his neck, as he stared intently at Ao Tianchen and roared, "Ao Tianchen! If you have the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to bully the elderly and women!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with blood and foam:

"Pooh!"

The blood splattered precisely onto Ao Tianchen's smooth cheek.

The whole place was in dead silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, watching this scene in disbelief. Who dared to be so presumptuous in front of Ao Tianchen?

Ao Tianchen raised his hand and slowly wiped the bloodstains from his face. Instead of getting angry, he smiled, but the smile was icy and chilling: "Spending too much time with that kid has not made you much tougher, but you have learned his temper perfectly."

He strode up to Liu Jianming, slowly leaned down, and looked down at him: "Kill you? It would be as easy as turning my hand over. I've kept you alive until now only to lure that big fish, Xiao Chen."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked out with a whistling wind!
"boom!"

Liu Jianming was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into an empty table laden with food and drink. The sound of shattering cups and plates was deafening. He curled up on the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of blood, his breath instantly fading away.

"President Liu!" Yun Miao, Yun Jingtian and the other two exclaimed in unison, their eyes filled with anxiety and guilt. If Liu Jianming hadn't stood up for them, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Interesting." Ao Tianchen scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "The feelings between ants are quite touching."

He walked step by step in his shiny leather shoes to Liu Jianming and stopped.

"I heard you're Xiao Chen's most capable right-hand man?" A cruel smile curled at the corner of Ao Tianchen's lips as he stomped his foot down hard!
"Crack!"

The crisp, piercing sound of the arm bone breaking echoed throughout the hall, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Liu Jianming groaned, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his face as pale as paper, yet he gritted his teeth and raised his head, his gaze fixed on Ao Tianchen, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse but firm:
"During the time I've been following Mr. Xiao, I've only come to understand one thing: all those who were his enemies eventually died."

His gaze was sharp as a sword, piercing through layers of fear, as he hissed to finish the sentence:
"You will be no exception!" (End of Chapter)