My Ares Son-in-Law

Guangzhi's words were full of exhortation and helplessness. He knew Bai Jun's character well, but he was unwilling to go against his principles.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jun's face darkened and his anger grew even stronger.

He waved his hand suddenly, interrupting Guangzhi's words: "Stop talking nonsense! Guangzhi, as long as you help me destroy that boy, I will give you 10,000 spirit stones as a reward. Do you want to do this deal or not?"

There was unquestionable determination in Bai Jun's voice, as if as long as Guangzhi nodded, the ten thousand spirit stones would be in his pocket.

Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Guangzhi's eyes. In that light, there was a desire for spirit stones, as well as a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

Money, for a warrior like him, has long been like a passing cloud and no longer has much appeal. But the spirit stone, a treasure containing the pure energy of heaven and earth, can always touch his deep inner pursuit and yearning for power.

"Deal!" Guangzhi finally spoke, with a barely perceptible excitement in his voice. He waved his sleeves lightly, as if to dispel the noise around him, signaling the other warriors to retreat.

Then, his gaze turned to Zhao Liang. His eyes showed the majesty of a warrior, but also seemed to be mixed with a bit of indifference towards life.

"Donor," Guangzhi spoke slowly, his tone was calm but carried a power that could not be ignored.

"You may think that resistance is the only way out, but it is futile in front of me, Guangzhi. Although I am not a doctor, I can see that your father's injury is serious and difficult to treat.

Sending him to the hospital might prolong his life, but that would only make him suffer for a few more days. Why not let him pass away peacefully without further suffering? "

When Zhao Liang heard this, he felt an indescribable grief and anger in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, looked at Guangzhi firmly, and his voice trembled a little:
"Master, you are also a cultivator, do you want to help the evil? I just want to send my father to the hospital, even if it's just to stay with him for a while. As for how Master Bai wants to punish me, I, Zhao Liang, will accept it and will never escape."

Zhao Liang's tone was full of helplessness and determination. He was well aware of the gap between himself and Guangzhi, but he was unwilling to give up easily.

There was an unyielding light in his eyes, which was a persistence in family affection and a fight against fate. At this moment, he seemed no longer the weak man who was bullied, but a warrior who was willing to give everything for his family.

"That's impossible!" Before Zhao Liang finished speaking, Guangzhi's head shook slightly, and that action revealed an unquestionable determination.

Deep in his eyes, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face like lightning, and then an invisible sense of oppression seemed to permeate the air, and the temperature quietly rose, foreshadowing the coming storm.

Guangzhi's movements were as fast as lightning. Almost in an instant, he was ready to push the conflict to a climax.

He slowly raised his hands, and there seemed to be an invisible force surging between his palms. Then, that force turned into a blazing flame, gushing out from his palms. It was his most proud flaming sword skill.

The flames intertwined and swirled in the air, making half of the sky seem to be dyed red with blood. The scene was both spectacular and horrifying, chilling and frightening. Zhao Liang looked at this scene with mixed feelings. He sighed helplessly, and a flash of despair flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that the gap between himself and Guangzhi was like a chasm, and it was almost an impossible task to defeat him.

But even so, he would never give up easily. He knew that this battle was not only for his own dignity, but also to protect his deep affection and responsibility for his father.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Liang tensed all his muscles, like a cheetah ready to strike, and suddenly accelerated, rushing towards Guangzhi with an unyielding will and determination. His eyes flashed with an unyielding light, as if he wanted to use this last fight to prove his existence and value.

Upon seeing this, Guangzhi curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, which was a kind of disdain for the weak, but also confidence in the upcoming victory.

He turned his wrist, and the flame knife cut through the air, with a sharp sound of breaking wind and blazing flames, attacking Zhao Liang like a fire dragon. This knife not only contained powerful spiritual power, but also contained Guangzhi's arrogance and coldness as a master.

boom!
The two forces collided violently in the air, causing a deafening sound. Although Zhao Liang tried his best to resist, he was ultimately no match for Guang Zhi's terrifying attack.

The power of the flaming sword was like a mountain torrent that blew him away. His body drew a parabola in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The moment he landed, Zhao Liang felt as if all his internal organs were about to shift, and an indescribable pain came from all over his body.

He struggled to get up, but found that his body was no longer under his control. What was worse was that the residual heat of the flaming knife ignited his clothes, and the flames spread rapidly, burning his skin and causing him to feel stinging. He could only roll on the ground and slap the flames on his body with all his strength until the raging fire was finally extinguished.

At this time, Zhao Liang was in a miserable state, with burns all over his body, his skin was red and swollen, and even charred flesh was exposed in some places.

He gasped for air, and every breath he took was accompanied by severe pain, as if even breathing had become a luxury. It seemed that several of his ribs were broken, and every breath he took was accompanied by the sound of bones being dislocated, and the pain almost made him faint.

Guangzhi stood there, watching all this with cold eyes. To him, such a battle was too easy, even a little boring. He clapped his hands lightly, as if brushing off the dust on his body, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

For a master like him, attacking an opponent like Zhao Liang was indeed a disgrace. If he continued, it would only attract more criticism and damage his reputation. So, he chose to stop and let this unequal battle end.

However, Bai Jun's voice was like an icy blade, piercing through every inch of air present. He roared:
"Guangzhi, I don't want you to simply beat him up, that's not enough! I want you to break his limbs one by one, and then completely destroy his Dantian, so that he will be forever trapped in the mortal world and will never be able to embark on the path of cultivation again!"

Bai Jun's eyes were filled with cruelty and madness, as if he wanted to pour out all his hatred on Zhao Liang.

Guangzhi frowned upon hearing this, and a complex emotion flashed in his deep eyes. He seemed to be having a fierce struggle in his heart, with his conscience and morality that he had upheld for a long time on one side, and the huge benefits and possible fame promised by Bai Jun on the other.

In the end, the balance of interests tilted slightly, overwhelming the weight of conscience. (End of this chapter)