My Ares Son-in-Law

"Lord Duanmu... Lord Duanmu!"

Ao Feiyang clung to his last breath, his remaining consciousness allowing him to recognize the newcomer. A sudden glint of hope mixed with venom flashed in his unfocused eyes, and a broken scream escaped his throat:
"Kill him! This brat is lawless and has insulted our Dragon Group... He must be killed!"

The man addressed as Lord Duanmu is named Duanmu Jue.

He didn't even spare a glance for Ao Feiyang; his gaze was fixed on Xiao Chen like a hawk locking onto its prey.

In those eyes, as still as an ancient well, a faint ripple finally appeared, and within that ripple lay undisguised mockery.

“Insignificant ants,” he said, his voice hoarse like the scraping of rusty iron, each word carrying a chilling coldness that seemed to drill into one’s skull, “daring to slaughter members of the Dragon Group headquarters with a few meager tricks, what audacity.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

Just one step is enough to overturn the world!
"Snap!"

Centered on the spot where he landed, the smooth marble floor instantly cracked like a spider web, the cracks spreading like wildly growing vines, extending more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye.

An overwhelming force, barely perceptible to the naked eye yet weighing immensely, crashed down. The enormous crystal chandelier in the center of the banquet hall trembled violently, its light swaying wildly, casting fragmented shadows on the messy hall, as if the entire space was about to be crushed by this oppressive force.

"Do you know the meaning of the words 'Suppressing Prison'?" Duanmu Jue stared at Xiao Chen, a chilling smile curving his lips, devoid of any warmth.

Suppress the prison!

One of the most mysterious and feared sequences within the Dragon Group!

This department is never deployed unless the target is extremely wicked or the most difficult to deal with. The very name of this department is synonymous with suppression and annihilation; it is a fear etched into the very bones of countless martial artists.

Faced with this oppressive force that seemed to solidify the air, Xiao Chen remained upright as a pine tree, without even the hem of his clothes swaying.

He even leisurely raised his hand and brushed away non-existent dust from his sleeve, his movements as composed as if the oppressive aura before him were merely a gentle breeze.

The next second, he looked up.

In that instant, Duanmu Jue's usually calm pupils suddenly contracted almost imperceptibly!
Behind Xiao Chen, in the dim light and shadow distorted by the lamplight, a colossal phantom flashed by like a primordial beast.

It is not a concrete form, but an eternal "meaning," desolate and profound, carrying the magnificent aura of the birth and death of stars and the flow of the primordial world, as if it has existed since the beginning of time.

It appeared extremely quickly and disappeared even faster, like an illusion, yet it made Duanmu Jue's heart sink inexplicably, giving rise to a throbbing sensation from the depths of his soul.

Xiao Chen looked at Duanmu Jue, his face still expressionless, but deep in his eyes, a dark spark was silently igniting, growing brighter and brighter.

"What a coincidence."

He spoke, his voice still calm, but with a chill that could freeze the soul, like the cold wind of the far north, sweeping through people's hearts.

He casually raised his right hand, fingers together, and aimed precisely at Duanmu Jue, who was ten steps away.

He held no sword, yet his closed fingertips were sharper than any divine weapon in the world, causing Duanmu Jue's skin to tighten suddenly, producing a stinging sensation like being pricked by needles.

“I’ll keep you guys in check…” Xiao Chen paused, the words that escaped his lips were light and airy, yet they weighed heavily on the air, making people’s hearts ache.

"...a living hell on earth."

"Insanity!"

The last trace of warmth in Duanmu Jue's eyes vanished completely, replaced by an overwhelming, chilling killing intent. He said no more, and his right hand, hanging by his side, clenched tightly!
"Buzz!"

The void trembled violently! This was not an illusion of his energy being released, but rather the result of his fist intent being condensed to the extreme, forcibly causing the surrounding air to resonate, producing a deep rumble that seemed to make the heavens and earth tremble!

The moment he clenched his fist, the muscles in his entire right arm bulged, stretching the sleeve of his black outfit taut, with veins coiling like dragons, exuding explosive power.

One punch, delivered straight to the target!
There were no fancy moves, no lengthy build-up, just the simplest and most direct straight punch, carrying a devastating force, slamming towards Xiao Chen's face!

But the instant the fist was thrown out, the air in front of the fist was frantically pushed aside and compressed by an invisible force, forming a blurry, distorted, transparent shock wave.

At the forefront of the shockwave, a deep and intimidating tiger's roar could be faintly heard. It was not a real sound wave, but the manifestation of the spirit of the fist, which shook the mind and made people subconsciously fearful and unable to move!

Amidst the tiger's roar, the fist grew larger and larger in Xiao Chen's vision, eventually filling the entire world, carrying an overbearing will to "suppress and crush everything," as if it wanted to grind everything in front of it into dust!

Before the fist arrived, the intent preceded it. The immense pressure made the air around Xiao Chen thick and sticky, the carpet beneath his feet silently sank, and the scattered wood and porcelain shards around him trembled slightly, as if they were about to be blown away by this force.

The spark in Xiao Chen's eyes suddenly blazed as brightly as the sun!

His hand, with its fingers like a sword, moved.

Without dodging or blocking, a barely perceptible dark golden light gathered at his fingertips, and he gently pointed at the tiger-roaring fist that was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Fingertips against fists!
Time seemed to be infinitely stretched and frozen at this moment.

The expected earth-shattering collision did not occur. At the moment of contact, there was only an extremely faint, yet bone-chilling "hiss" sound, as thin as a whisper, yet clearly audible to everyone present.

The transparent shockwave in front of Duanmu Jue's fist and the terrifying tiger roar phantom were like a red-hot iron rod piercing ice and snow, silently melting and disintegrating without leaving even a ripple.

The ferocious power that had gathered in his fist, enough to destroy cities and fortresses, vanished without a trace the moment it touched that dark gold fingertip, as if it had struck an unshakeable wall of chaos.

What surged back was a bottomless void, and a completely different kind of "heaviness" that originated from the source!
That wasn't a physical suppression of power, but an absolute crushing of superiority, like a king looking down on his subjects, or a divine weapon facing ordinary iron. It was the chasm between the level of life and the essence of power that brought about an irresistible "weight"!
For the first time, a crack appeared on Duanmu Jue's eternally cold expression; his pupils shrank to pinpoints, filled with disbelief and horror!

"What kind of power is this?!"

He roared, but it was too late; there was no time to change his tactics.

After the dark gold fingertip shattered the fist's intent and dissipated its force, the remaining momentum gently imprinted itself on his fist.

"puff."

After a dull thud, Duanmu Jue's entire right sleeve, starting from his fist, shattered inch by inch, transforming into countless black butterfly shadows that fluttered and exploded in all directions! (End of Chapter)