My Ares Son-in-Law

Seeing the unyielding look in the young lady's eyes, Qin Xiangdong swallowed back the rest of his advice, nodded heavily, and turned to leave quickly to make arrangements. He knew that the young lady was determined to bet on Xiao Chen this time!
At that moment, Xiao Chen moved.

He walked steadily across the sticky pool of blood toward the shroud spread out on the floor. His steady footsteps echoed clearly in the deathly silent hall, like the footsteps of death itself, causing everyone present to instinctively hold their breath.

He stood before the shroud, bowing slightly as he looked at Ao Tianchen, whose face was contorted and who was barely breathing. His gaze was calm and unwavering, as if he were examining an insignificant object.

"A shroud is better. Unlike a coffin, you don't have to choose the size. As long as it can fit in roughly, it's fine." Xiao Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a cold, penetrating power that clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Why...why..." Ao Tianchen almost forced the words out of his throat, his broken chest heaving violently, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Xiao Chen, filled with resentment and venom, "What grudge does my brother-in-law Situ Xiong have against you...and what grudge do I have against you..."

“You should have thought of this day when Situ Xiong died.” Xiao Chen’s tone was indifferent, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary. “As for your brother-in-law, he should have died when he forcibly took women, disregarded human life, and committed those heinous acts. Heaven was too busy and forgot to take him away, so I will take him away.”

"You... Pfft!" Ao Tianchen was so enraged that he spat out another mouthful of black blood, and the light in his eyes dimmed even more.

Xiao Chen slowly leaned down and whispered a sentence in a voice only the two of them could hear...

Ao Tianchen was struck dumb. His already ashen face turned deathly pale, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes vanished, leaving only endless confusion and despair.

“He Yongnian, Shen Shi…so…they were your people…” he murmured, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. He finally understood why he had been so utterly defeated. All the defenses he thought were unbreakable and the trump cards he was so proud of had been infiltrated by Xiao Chen’s pawns from the very beginning, rendering them useless!

Extreme resentment and bitterness transformed into a deathly despair that enveloped his broken body.

"It's tiring to talk while lying down, let me help you change positions." Xiao Chen's tone was calm, as if he were dealing with a trivial matter. With that, he rolled up the shroud and then stood up abruptly!
Ao Tianchen's limp body was tightly wrapped in a shroud, standing upright in the center of the hall like a rice dumpling, facing all the dumbfounded guests.

This time, his last shred of dignity was utterly shattered and laid bare before everyone's eyes, like an animal waiting to be slaughtered, utterly pathetic!
With a flick of his toe, Xiao Chen sent a blood-stained dagger sprawling from the ground into his palm. The blade was cold and sharp, reflecting on his expressionless face, radiating a chilling killing intent.

“I said I’d let you be the last to die,” Xiao Chen raised his knife, the tip precisely aimed at Ao Tianchen’s throat, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable resolve, “I always keep my word.”

A chilling killing intent spread like a tide, instantly freezing the air in the entire banquet hall! Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the short knife that was about to fall, their hearts pounding wildly!
Just as the blade was about to sever Ao Tianchen's throat,
"boom!!!"

The two heavy, bronze-inlaid doors of the banquet hall shattered as if struck head-on by a giant battering ram! Wood chips and metal fragments flew everywhere, and a violent gust of air, carrying dust, swept in, causing the candlelight to flicker wildly and the figures to become disoriented!

"Dragon Group Enforcement! Everyone, lay down your weapons immediately! Anyone who disobeys will be severely punished!" A deep, powerful shout, filled with immense true energy, exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, making their eardrums ache and their blood surge!

More than a dozen figures shot into the hall like lightning!
They were dressed in uniform dark blue uniforms, with special insignia of crossed dragons and swords on their shoulders. They moved swiftly and menacingly, instantly occupying advantageous positions throughout the hall.

His sharp gaze swept across the entire room like that of a hawk, and his powerful aura made some of the guests with slightly weaker cultivation levels almost unable to breathe, causing them to collapse to the ground!
Leading the group was an elderly man with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and eyes like lightning. He exuded a terrifying aura of a late-stage Celestial Realm expert!
He was now staring furiously at the upright shroud and the dying Ao Tianchen inside, his gaze finally locking onto Xiao Chen, who was holding a knife, his killing intent fully revealed!
"Uncle, save me!" Ao Tianchen cried out with all his might as if he had grasped the last straw, his eyes flashing with desperate hope, his voice hoarse but filled with ecstasy!

This old man was none other than Ao Tianchen's uncle, Ao Feiyang! He was also the deputy commander of the Western Region of the Dragon Group, wielding the power of life and death, and holding a transcendent position!
Ao Feiyang's face grew increasingly grim, and he shouted sternly at Xiao Chen, "Boy! Put down the weapon immediately! All disputes in the martial arts world of the Dragon Kingdom are to be handled by my Dragon Group! Who gave you the audacity to use torture on your own? Stop immediately, or you will be punished for resisting the law and executed without exception!"

The threat was so palpable, it was almost overwhelming and made it hard to breathe!

Qin Xianglan's heart tightened, and her expression instantly turned extremely serious! She hurriedly stepped forward and whispered quickly to Xiao Chen, her voice tinged with anxiety:
"Xiao Chen, stop now! The Dragon Group holds an extraordinary position, specializing in the management, arbitration, and punishment of all registered martial arts practitioners in the Dragon Kingdom and related matters. Their power is immense! Their status is even higher than the Underworld in the martial arts world, and no one dares to disobey them! They have the right to handle such matters first, and no individual or force may interfere! This is an ironclad rule!"

Ao Feiyang snorted coldly, slightly satisfied with Qin Xianglan's "sensible" behavior. His gaze once again fixed on Xiao Chen, his tone carrying an undeniable authority: "Did you hear me? Put down your knife immediately! The Dragon Group will investigate the matter of Ao Tianchen, handle it impartially, and give you an explanation!"

Within the shroud, Ao Tianchen's lips twitched with difficulty, revealing a gleeful smile mixed with pain and resentment. His voice, though weak, was clear as he spoke: "Xiao Chen…you…didn't expect this, did you…cough cough…with the Dragon Group…you…can't touch me…you're dead…"

Xiao Chen held the knife and listened quietly. His expression remained largely unchanged from beginning to end; in fact, it could be described as overly calm, as if the Dragon Group enforcement team and Ao Feiyang's threat were irrelevant to him.

His gaze slowly swept over the menacing Ao Feiyang, over the Dragon Group warriors who were on high alert and full of killing intent, over the guests with different expressions around him, and finally landed on Ao Tianchen's face, which was filled with a mixture of luck and malice.

"Oh."

He responded softly, his tone as indifferent as if he were replying to an unimportant greeting.

Then, amidst Ao Feiyang's furious shout of "How dare you!", and under the gazes of everyone—some horrified, some incredulous, some expectant—

Xiao Chen flicked his wrist slightly! (End of Chapter)