My Ares Son-in-Law

Qin Xianglan glanced at her, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly... Some things don't need many words; what you see with your own eyes is far more convincing than a thousand words.

Bai Qiaoli looked at Xiao Chen's retreating figure, the contempt and disdain in her eyes had long since vanished, leaving only deep fear and awe, and she secretly felt fortunate...

Fortunately, she didn't mock Mr. Xiao too much just now, otherwise, she would probably be the one rolling down the cliff now.

At this moment, she finally believed Qin Xianglan's words. This seemingly ordinary young man was indeed the number one person in the western region, and even more powerful than she had imagined.

They continued their ascent in silence. People along the way gave Xiao Chen a wide berth, their eyes filled with awe, and no one dared to provoke him again.

As evening fell, Xiao Chen and his two companions finally reached the summit of Wanhua Mountain.

At the summit of Wanhua Mountain lies a vast platform surrounded by strangely shaped rocks. The mountain is shrouded in mist, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland, yet it also exudes an eerie and oppressive atmosphere.

In the center of the platform stands an ancient Taoist temple, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and a magnificent presence. Above the gate are three powerful characters: Black Dragon Temple.

At this moment, hundreds of people have gathered on the platform, a gathering of powerful figures from all walks of life, each with a different expression, yet all carrying a hint of vigilance and greed.

Some people sit cross-legged, close their eyes to rest, silently accumulating strength, waiting for the extraordinary treasure to be born;
Some people gather in small groups, talking in hushed tones, testing each other, and secretly forming alliances;

Others stood alone on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance, their eyes warily observing the surrounding movements.

Qin Xianglan lowered her voice, leaned close to Xiao Chen, and said in a serious tone:

"Mr. Xiao, this Black Dragon Temple is the most mysterious Taoist sect in the central region. They usually stay behind closed doors and rarely interact with the outside world."

The abbot, Black Dragon Taoist, was once a top ten expert on the Heavenly Ranking, with unfathomable strength. Later, for reasons unknown, he went into seclusion here and no longer concerned himself with worldly affairs.

This area has always been a forbidden zone in the central region; ordinary people dare not even approach it.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd on the platform with a sharp, eagle-like intensity.

He could clearly sense that many of these people possessed extremely powerful auras...

There were seven or eight people who had reached the Celestial Realm, each with a powerful, restrained yet domineering aura;
There were a few more whose auras were obscure and difficult to discern; even he couldn't fathom their depths. Clearly, they were hidden top-tier experts whose strength should not be underestimated.

Just then, a cold and sharp gaze suddenly fell on him, carrying a hint of hostility and hatred, causing him to subconsciously stop in his tracks.

Xiao Chen turned his head and saw a group of people standing not far away, dressed in uniform black outfits, with an extraordinary aura, clearly not an ordinary force.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face, resolute features, and sharp eyes. He exuded a powerful aura and his strength was unfathomable.
Beside him stood a young man with a sinister face and eyes full of hatred, staring intently at Xiao Chen. It was none other than Lei Ruohuo.

They are from the New Martial Arts Association.

A knowing glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes...

Lei Ruohuo was one of the people who rescued Qin Mu, the son of Qin Shanhe, the president of the New Martial Arts Association, back in the Western Region.

He had held a grudge ever since he attacked Qin Mu, disrupting the New Martial Arts Tournament's plans. He naturally remembered this debt. Upon seeing Xiao Chen, Lei Ruohuo's eyes flashed with hatred. He clenched his fists tightly, his spiritual energy surging. He took a step forward and spoke coldly, his voice filled with malevolence:
"Xiao Chen, I didn't expect you to be here too! It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it fall into my lap without any effort. Today, I'm going to avenge Qin Mu and teach you a lesson!"

Xiao Chen looked at him, her expression calm, her tone even, without the slightest ripple:

"You can come, but I can't? Wanhua Mountain is not the territory of the New Martial Arts Association, and the rare treasure is not your private property, Lei Ruohuo. You have no right to tell me whether I come or not."

Enraged by his attitude, Lei Ruohuo's anger intensified. He could no longer contain himself and was about to rush forward to fight Xiao Chen to the death.

But just then, the middle-aged man at the head of the group reached out and stopped him, his tone low and serious:
"No rush. Right now, the treasure is the most important thing. Don't let a small thing cause a big loss. We can settle accounts with him after we get the treasure."

Lei Ruohuo took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, suppressed the anger in her heart, and glared fiercely at Xiao Chen, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred, as if to say:
Xiao Chen, you just wait! Once I get the extraordinary treasure, I'll make you pay the price!

Xiao Chen completely ignored his provocation, withdrew his gaze, and continued to observe the surrounding movements with a serious expression...

He could feel the spiritual energy in the air becoming increasingly restless, and the oppressive feeling between heaven and earth growing stronger. The extraordinary treasure was about to be born.

The sky grew darker and darker, and thick, dark clouds completely enveloped the entire Wanhua Mountain, turning it as black as ink. Countless silver-white lightning bolts darted and collided wildly within the clouds.

It emitted a deafening roar, as if it were tearing the entire world apart. The air was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, and even breathing became difficult.

Suddenly, a violent fluctuation came from within Xiao Chen's body, and a powerful aura began to stir uncontrollably... It was the illusory image of the God of War lurking within him!
This phantom of the God of War is usually quiet and never easily becomes agitated.

But at this moment, it became unusually active, as if it had sensed some extremely familiar aura and was eager to break through his body and manifest itself.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lihai's deep and urgent voice rang in his mind again, tinged with excitement and urgency:

"Xiao Chen! Northwest direction! Hurry! The treasure is there, go quickly! It'll be too late if you're late!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Chen flashed forward like an arrow, rushing towards the northwest of the summit of Wanhua Mountain at an astonishing speed.

It left only a blurry afterimage before rushing out of the crowd in an instant.

The people on the platform were instantly shocked and turned to look in the direction where Xiao Chen had disappeared, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

"What is he doing? Why did he suddenly rush out?"

"That's the back mountain of Black Dragon Temple, a forbidden area within a forbidden area. No one has ever dared to approach it. Is he courting death?"

"Hmph, overestimating themselves. They probably want to seize the treasure first, but little do they know, it's fraught with danger there. Once they go in, they'll never come out again!"

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, their voices filled with incomprehension and mockery, but no one dared to follow them lightly... The Black Dragon Temple's forbidden area was renowned far and wide, and no one was willing to risk their lives.

When Lei Ruohuo saw Xiao Chen rush out, his eyes lit up instantly, and a smug smile appeared on his face... It's truly heaven's help!
Xiao Chen's deliberate trespassing into the forbidden area of ​​Black Dragon Temple was tantamount to courting death, conveniently saving him the trouble of taking action. (End of Chapter)