My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen chuckled and flicked his finger. The burnt-out cigarette butt, still glowing, landed precisely on Ao Tianchen's head, making a sizzling sound.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the Dragon Group members opposite him like a blade, finally settling on Ao Feiyang's face, and slowly uttered two words:
"idiot."

"Are you all satisfied with these last words?"

The moment his words fell, Xiao Chen's killing intent erupted like a tsunami! The chilling killing intent swept across the entire area, causing several Dragon Group warriors with slightly weaker cultivation levels to shiver and subconsciously take a half step back!

"You're courting death!" Ao Feiyang laughed in fury, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Take him down! Leave him alive! I want to tear his mouth apart myself and make him pay for his arrogance!"

Six figures rushed out in response! Their steps were staggered and rhythmic, subtly echoing ancient battle formations, their auras intertwined, and their power increased several times over! Under the sweeping wind, the surrounding solid wood dining tables creaked and were on the verge of shattering from the invisible shockwave!
A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes; the Dragon Group's battle formation was rather interesting.

But that's about it.

Without further hesitation, he moved like a ghost and actively cut into the formation!

Palm strikes and fist shadows clashed, followed by a series of muffled explosions! The shockwaves were like knives, shattering the heavy solid wood dining table wherever they passed, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

The six Dragon Group warriors grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed! Xiao Chen's movements were unpredictable and incredibly fast. Every time he seemed about to be surrounded, he would miraculously escape at the last second and deliver a thunderous counterattack! Their attacks couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes!
"I heard..." a chilling voice suddenly rang in the ear of a martial artist on the left, laced with mockery, "that you want to tear my mouth apart?"

The martial artist felt a chill run down his spine, turned around in horror, and unleashed a furious barrage of powerful punches at his back!
But they smashed nothing!
The next second, a sharp, piercing pain shot through his wrist! Xiao Chen's five fingers gripped his joint like iron clamps and twisted violently!
"Crack!"

The cracking sound of bones breaking was clearly audible and extremely piercing! Before he could scream, a tremendous force slapped him hard across the cheek!
"Smack!"

The crisp, loud slap was particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall! The Dragon Group warrior was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall. Half of his face instantly swelled up like a steamed bun, and his teeth, mixed with blood, spurted out as he lost consciousness!
Before the other five could react, the black shadow had already swept past like a whirlwind!

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The crisp, loud slaps rang out like firecrackers, and the palm shadows filled the sky, leaving afterimages in their wake!

In just a few breaths, all six Dragon Group warriors collapsed to the ground, curled up and groaning in pain. Each of them had a bright red palm print on their face, swollen and extremely disheveled!
An eerie silence suddenly fell over the banquet hall.

The remaining members of the Dragon Group behind Ao Feiyang were all frozen in place, their pupils trembling violently, their faces filled with disbelief and horror!
They are the Dragon Group! The most elite martial arts law enforcement force in the Dragon Kingdom. When have they ever suffered such a humiliation? To be slapped and humiliated in public is an unprecedented disgrace!
Xiao Chen flicked his wrist, as if he had only done something insignificant. He looked up, his gaze as sharp as a sudden winter's chill, sweeping over the remaining members of the Dragon Group.

"Who else," he said, a cold smile playing on his lips, "wants to offer their face up so I can stretch my muscles?"

No one answered!

In the deathly silence, only the intermittent, piercing groans of pain from the Dragon Group warriors on the ground echoed.

Xiao Chen lightly brushed away non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes and took a step forward. The steady sound of his footsteps struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

“Since no one is speaking,” he looked at Ao Feiyang, whose face was ashen and veins were bulging on his forehead, his smile deepening, filled with intense killing intent, “then now, it’s time to settle our scores.” Ao Feiyang’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently as he looked at the demon-like youth before him, and for the first time, a strong sense of unease rose in his heart.

He finally realized that the young man in front of him was probably not someone they could control at all; he was a true ferocious beast, an Asura that no one could tame!
"Young man, you've messed with the Dragon Group."

Ao Feiyang quickly concealed his surprise and stepped out with a gloomy face.

The steps seemed slow, but with each step, spiderweb-like cracks quietly spread across the smooth, mirror-like marble floor tiles, the fine lines spreading out from the toes, carrying a silent sense of oppression.

He was as thin as a rake, but his eyes were incredibly bright, radiating a sharp light as if a fierce tiger lurked within, containing a world-destroying power.

"Kneel down now and cut off your own arm, and perhaps you can still be left with a whole corpse."

Ao Feiyang's tone was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable authority. It was a chilling aura cultivated from long years of holding a high position, wielding life and death, and treading on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, enough to make ordinary martial artists tremble with fear.

Xiao Chen, on the other hand, merely flicked his fingertips casually, as if brushing away non-existent dust from his sleeve, his movements slow and deliberate, carrying extreme disdain: "You talk too much nonsense."

"court death!"

As soon as the last word was uttered, Ao Fei soared into the air!
Without warning, the floor tiles beneath his feet shattered, and amidst the flying debris, he shot out like an arrow, moving at incredible speed, leaving only a blurry afterimage in his wake.

With five fingers forming a claw, a powerful wind hissed from the fingertips, tearing through the air with a sharp sound, aiming straight for Xiao Chen's throat. It was the Eagle Claw Kung Fu, which had been practiced to the highest level. Ordinary steel would be crushed into dust under this claw!
"Die!" A fierce glint flashed in Ao Feiyang's eyes, and his killing intent instantly reached its peak.

Just as the sharp claws, capable of piercing steel plates, were about to touch his throat, Xiao Chen slightly shifted his body to the side.

On this side, the angle was perfect! The sharp claw wind whistled past his skin, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek, but it didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

His grab missed, and a hint of surprise flashed in Ao Feiyang's eyes, but he remained calm and changed his move with lightning speed. Before the claw technique was finished, his arm suddenly flicked, transforming the claw into a palm like a serpent's tail, and struck Xiao Chen's temple with a whooshing sound.

This palm strike may seem light and effortless, but it actually contains a sinister "heart-shattering force." If it touches even a little, it can shatter the internal organs and kill the victim instantly!
"A trivial skill." Xiao Chen finally took the initiative.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a step forward. With this step, the entire banquet hall seemed to be struck by a giant hammer, shaking violently. The crystal chandeliers overhead rattled, and the hanging crystal pendants collided with a chaotic, crisp sound.

With his right shoulder slightly lowered, he used his shoulder as a hammer, carrying immense force, and struck Ao Feiyang's chest. It was none other than the ultimate killing technique in internal martial arts, the Mountain-Pulling Strike!

"It's a mountain-mountain leaning stance?!"

Ao Feiyang's expression changed drastically. Between shock and anger, he hastily raised his palms, placing them together in front of his chest to protect himself, instantly activating his protective inner energy to its maximum. (End of Chapter)