My Ares Son-in-Law

The next moment, Xiao Chen moved!

There were no fancy moves, no powerful release of true energy, just the simplest and most direct horizontal slash!
The longsword sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a shrill whistle like the howling of ghosts and wolves. The black sword energy swept out like a bolt of lightning, carrying a world-destroying power!
Lin Nie was terrified and instinctively drew his sword to block! The long sword in his hand was forged from millennia-old black iron, indestructible, and had once cut through seven famous swords. It was the weapon on which he made his name!
"Keng!"

The moment the swords clashed, the ear-piercing metallic clang made everyone's eardrums ache!

The black iron longsword in Lin Nie's hand was easily cut as if it were tofu!
The sword's momentum didn't stop; carrying unparalleled sharpness, it swept across Lin Nie's neck!
He stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with unbelievable terror, a thin line of blood slowly appearing at the back of his throat. The next second, his head rolled off, blood gushing out, three feet high, staining the ground in front of him red!

The second person is dead!
"hiss,!!"

Gasps of astonishment filled the arena; no one dared to underestimate the young man in black anymore!
Some people started trembling, some collapsed to the ground, and some lost control of their bladder and bowels. It wasn't a battle at all; it was a one-sided slaughter! It was a demon crushing ants!

Qin Xiangdong's wine glass slipped from his hand with a "clatter" and shattered, splashing wine onto his robes, but he was oblivious, his eyes filled with shock; Wang Kun gripped the back of the chair tightly, his knuckles white, his body covered in cold sweat, with only one thought in his mind: Fortunately, they did not stand against Xiao Chen!
Xiao Chen flicked the blood off his sword, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's as he locked onto the remaining three: Wang Huan, Hua Yun, and Zheng Hang. His voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.
"I originally intended to kill only Ao Tianchen," his voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable authority, "Since you've chosen the wrong side,"

The Reverse Scale Sword was slowly raised, its tip pointing at the three of them, its murderous aura growing increasingly intense.
"Let's set off together."

The remaining three exchanged glances, and each saw a deep-seated fear in the other's eyes.

We cannot retreat! Retreat means certain death!
"Kill!" Wang Huan roared, a resolute glint in his eyes. The long sword in his hand unleashed a three-foot-long dazzling sword light, piercing straight for Xiao Chen's heart like a venomous snake's tongue, using all his life's strength!

Hua Yun simultaneously lashed out with his whip, the long whip transforming into a sky full of whip shadows. With the infusion of true energy, the tip of the whip became like a sharp blade, sealing off all of Xiao Chen's space to dodge and giving him no chance to breathe!
Meanwhile, Zheng Hang, the strongest "Iron Fist," lunged forward, channeling all his inner energy into his right fist. Veins bulged on his fist, and with a world-shattering force, he slammed it toward Xiao Chen's head. He used his strongest killing move, a desperate gamble!
The sword's edge pierced the air, and the whip's shadow fell like a curtain!
The two deadly moves, carrying earth-shattering power, simultaneously locked onto Xiao Chen's vital points, leaving him with no way to avoid them!
Xiao Chen, however, did not move an inch, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He suddenly reached out with his left hand, his five fingers clenching like iron pincers, and actually grabbed the incomparably sharp sword light with his bare hands! True energy burst forth from his palm, and with a "bang", the sword light, which had gathered all his life's power, instantly shattered, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air!

At the same time, the cold light of the Reverse Scale Sword in his right hand surged, slashing upwards against the odds! The pitch-black blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound that tore through everything, instantly severing the countless whip shadows! The sword's momentum was like a rainbow, its remaining power undiminished, directly cleaving Hua Yun's head!

"No!" Hua Yun was horrified and retreated frantically, but it was too late!

Sword falls, blood splatters!
From head to hip, Hua Yun was cleaved in two by a single sword strike! Blood mixed with internal organs splattered out, and the two halves of his body crashed to the sides, knocking over the candlesticks beside him. The leaping flames fell into the pool of blood, hissing and emitting pungent white smoke.

The third person dies!
Seeing the situation was dire, Zheng Hang was terrified and dared not continue the fight. He hurriedly withdrew his fist and turned to flee in a sorry state! But unexpectedly, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and a terrifying thorn as black as ink and covered with barbs burst out, piercing his heart with precision like a venomous snake!
"Pfft!"

The thorns, laden with corrosive venom, instantly shattered his heart. Zheng Hang's body stiffened, his eyes filled with unbelievable despair, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.

The fourth person is dead!
On the field, only Wang Huan remained, sword in hand. His hand trembled uncontrollably, his knuckles turning white, and he could barely grip the hilt. His eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent just moments before, were now filled with a deep-seated fear.

Xiao Chen slowly turned around, his black robes soaked in blood, dark red blood droplets dripping down the hem and hitting the ground with a "drip" sound.

The Reverse Scale Sword hung low, its baleful aura growing ever stronger, as if greedily devouring the bloody scent in the air.

When those blood-stained eyes looked at Wang Huan, the latter felt as if he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood rushing towards him. Those were not human eyes at all, but the eyes of a demon from hell, a gaze from the deepest abyss!

"it's your turn."

Xiao Chen took a step forward, his steady footsteps like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts.

Wang Huan felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously took a half step back. His throat bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single harsh word.

The entire hall was filled with guests, and not a single one dared to breathe!

The flickering candlelight illuminated the blood and mangled corpses scattered on the floor, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and burning flesh. What was supposed to be a grand re-election celebration had turned into a living hell!

Ao Tianchen's expression completely changed!

It wasn't anger, nor shock, but some deeper, soul-deep fear! This fear shot up his spine to the back of his head, giving him an instant urge to turn and run away!
What kind of monster is Xiao Chen?! Five experts from the Celestial Ranking were slaughtered like ants in his hands, without even a chance to resist!
"Wang Huan!" Ao Tianchen roared hoarsely, his voice trembling without him even realizing it. "Join forces! We must join forces! Otherwise, we'll all die!"

He panicked.

For the first time in my life, I was afraid before facing a life-or-death battle!

Wang Huan gripped his longsword horizontally, clenched his teeth, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter a single word: "...Okay."

The two exchanged a glance, a hint of determination and fear flashing in their eyes, and moved at the same time!
From the left and right, their true energy surged wildly, like a volcanic eruption!
Ao Tianchen rapidly formed hand seals, and nine solid blood-red palm shadows appeared around his body. These were his trump card technique, "Blood Fiend Nine Layers." Each layer of palm force was comparable to a grandmaster's full-force strike. The nine layers combined were enough to kill a top 100 expert on the Heavenly Ranking!
Wang Huan became one with his sword, the longsword humming incessantly, unleashing a dazzling sword aura more than three zhang long. Wherever the aura passed, the surrounding tables, chairs, cups and plates silently turned into dust, and even the air was cut with a sharp hiss!
Nine blood-red palm shadows appeared in front, followed by a three-zhang-long sword aura. One forceful, the other fierce, they blocked all of Xiao Chen's escape routes, charging forward with a murderous intent! (End of Chapter)