My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes, a sharp, cold glint flashing in them.

He recognized him!
This palm technique is not a conventional method in the martial arts world at all! The bizarre way of stacking 1,800 palms, the obscure trajectory of the true energy circulation... it clearly originates from the forbidden inheritance of the ancient sea secret realm!

Unexpectedly, Ao Tianchen bears a resemblance to the Ancient Sea Secret Realm!
The giant hand was already three zhang above their heads, blotting out the sky and the shadow of death instantly enveloped the entire scene!
Xiao Chen remained unmoved, a cold, faint smile playing on his lips.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and the surging evil energy and divine essence around him rushed wildly into his palm, condensing, compressing, and compressing again, finally transforming into a semi-transparent red-black palm print.

The palm print was less than three feet in size, yet it exuded a deathly aura that sent chills down one's spine, as if it could devour all life in the world!
"Let me show you what real palm techniques are."

As soon as Xiao Chen finished speaking, he lightly pushed out a palm.

The crimson palm print flew out silently, striking precisely the three-zhang-tall blood-red giant palm.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no sweeping shockwave.

Like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, the crimson palm print pierced through the blood-red giant palm without any resistance. Wherever it passed, the blood-red palm print, which was as solid as ice and snow, disintegrated inch by inch, turning into fine blood mist that disappeared without a trace!

"puff,!!!"

Ao Tianchen was struck hard, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing straight into the shroud spread out on the ground behind him!
"Snap!!!!"

The ground cracked open with a loud bang, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out!
He slammed hard onto the shroud, and at the moment of impact, his bones emitted a dense and ear-piercing cracking sound that made one's teeth ache!

Blood seeped from every joint and pore of his body, instantly turning the black shroud dark red, a shocking sight!
Ao Tianchen lay there, his body convulsing uncontrollably. He tried to get up, but only suffered more intense pain. Every movement was accompanied by the creaking sound of bones grinding together.

He looked up at the shattered dome of the banquet hall, and the last glimmer of arrogance and madness in his eyes was completely extinguished.

lost.

A complete failure!
From the new martial arts association's president, who once held the power of life and death over others, to a prisoner at the mercy of others, all it took was one palm strike from Xiao Chen!
Xiao Chen walked slowly to the shroud, looking down at the blood-soaked, mangled body inside. His gaze was calm and unwavering, as if he were examining an insignificant object.

“This shroud wasn’t cheap either,” he said softly, with a hint of cold mockery in his voice. “I picked it out for you myself; it’s waterproof, stain-resistant, and tear-resistant.”

"Like it?"

The banquet hall was deathly silent, like a graveyard!
The air was thick with the stench of blood, mingling with the cloying sweetness of expensive perfumes and delicate desserts from wealthy women, creating a nauseating and bizarre smell.

All eyes were fixed on the center of the hall, as if driven by invisible nails.

On that shroud soaked in blood.

The body beneath the shroud was still trembling slightly, as if a dying beast was imprisoned inside, making its final, futile struggle.

Thick, dark red blood seeped from around the shroud, meandering down the cold concrete floor and creating gruesome patterns. "Drip...drip..."

The sound of blood droplets hitting the ground was amplified infinitely in the deathly silence, like a countdown to death, striking everyone's heart, making them feel cold all over and unable to breathe.

Lying inside is Ao Tianchen!

He is the president of the provincial capital's new martial arts association, a giant who holds the reins of martial arts in the province and whose every stomp shakes the ground!

The people present were either his students and old friends, his vassals who depended on him for survival, or his allies with whom he had intricate interests!

Just half an hour ago, Ao Tianchen was standing on the stage full of vigor, receiving congratulations from everyone, and talking at length about the "new order" of Northwest martial arts in the future!
Now, he was a half-dead, bloody mess.

The one who defeated him and stuffed him into this shroud like trash was a young man named Xiao Chen. He looked to be no more than twenty years old!
In her early twenties!
Many people at this age are still struggling to break through the "Ming Jin" barrier, the entry point to martial arts, while Xiao Chen is already able to overturn a mountain that has been pressing down on the provincial capital for many years at this banquet full of dignitaries and powerful figures!

Five renowned and highly skilled figures from the Celestial Rankings were crushed like paper sculptures in front of him!
That fleeting ten-foot sword light and that crimson-black palm print that shattered mountains and split rocks had already exceeded the limits of imagination for most people present!
Qin Xianglan felt her fingertips were icy cold.

She is known for her calmness and shrewdness, and has held some power in the Qin family, having seen many storms.

Zhou Hongyan had solemnly reminded her several times that Xiao Chen was someone you could only befriend, never an enemy!

She didn't take it to heart at the time. How strong could a young man who suddenly gained power be? He was just a bit ruthless and lucky.

That coffee date was more out of consideration for Zhou Hongyan's feelings, and also out of a subtle, condescending scrutiny.

At this moment, that insignificant scrutiny had long been crushed, replaced by a chill that went straight to the bone, and... a trace of indescribable burning excitement!

Her gaze swept over the gruesome corpses on the ground, finally settling on the blood-stained shroud, and then shifting to the young man standing beside it, his figure as tall and straight as a solitary peak.

An iceberg? No, what she saw was an active volcano that could erupt at any moment and burn everything in its path! What she had glimpsed before was merely a wisp of insignificant smoke above the crater!

“Miss, this Xiao Chen…” Qin Xiangdong’s voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief, panic and shock. He had lived most of his life and had never seen such a terrifying young man!
Qin Xianglan took a deep breath; the strong smell of blood filled her nostrils, but it made her unusually clear-headed.

She raised her hand to interrupt Qin Xiangdong, her voice resolute and brooking no argument: "Pass on my order: activate the family's highest-level resource channel. Target: Xiao Chen! No cost whatsoever, allocate resources entirely!"

She paused, a resolute glint flashing in her beautiful eyes, and added, "Once we get back, immediately open the secret chamber on the third underground level and retrieve the 'Dragon Blood Jade Marrow' used to consecrate the Reverse Scale Sword!"

Qin Xiangdong's pupils shrank drastically, and he exclaimed in shock, "Miss! You mustn't! That Dragon Blood Jade Marrow is an ancestral treasure, the core ingredient for forging the 'Reverse Scale Sword,' the most treasured secret left by our ancestors, and it concerns whether a legendary divine weapon can reappear in the world!"

"I know what that is." Qin Xianglan's voice was colder and more resolute. "But even the most precious material is still inanimate! The potential and possibilities that Xiao Chen represents are a future that ten or even a hundred 'Reverse Scale Swords' cannot measure! Do as I say, immediately! One second of delay and you will be held responsible!" (End of Chapter)