My Ares Son-in-Law

Guangzhi walked slowly towards Zhao Liang, and each step seemed extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a thousand-pound burden.

A few steps away from Zhao Liang, Guangzhi stopped, clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and said in a low and solemn voice: "Wulian Tianzun, you shouldn't have offended Bai Shao. What happened today is really helpless. But since the cause and effect have been concluded, I can only destroy you first. I hope you can understand it in the future."

Before he finished speaking, Guangzhi's aura began to surge, and the spiritual power of the flame knife gathered in his palm, ready to deliver a fatal blow. Seeing this, Zhao Liang's eyes flashed with despair and unwillingness, but he did not give up resistance. He used all his strength to struggle to get up, but it was in vain.

But at this moment, Bai Jun was not satisfied with this. He walked towards Zhao Liang's father with a sneer, that smile was full of cruelty and pleasure:

"Zhao Liang, Zhao Liang, you love your father so deeply, so today I will let you watch with your own eyes how I push him into the abyss of death step by step. I want to see whether you can still maintain your pride in disrespecting me in such despair."

"No! No, Mr. Bai, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Zhao Liang's voice was filled with unprecedented fear and despair. He struggled desperately, trying to break free, but it was in vain. Tears mixed with sweat slid down his dusty face, dripped onto the ground, and were instantly absorbed by the dry earth.

"I shouldn't have been your enemy. I was blind and overestimated my own abilities. Please, Mr. Bai, let my dad go. He is innocent and knows nothing. You can do whatever you want to me. I am willing to do anything for you, even work like a slave, as long as you let my dad go!"

Zhao Liang's voice was filled with pleading, and every word seemed to be torn out from the bottom of his heart.

However, there was no expression on Bai Jun's face. He just sneered, and that smile was full of coldness and ruthlessness.

"Haha, Zhao Liang, it's too late to beg for mercy now. If you dare to offend me, Bai Jun, you should be prepared to bear the consequences. Your end will be more miserable than you can imagine." Bai Jun's words were like ice, freezing the last glimmer of hope in Zhao Liang's heart.

Then, Bai Jun turned his gaze to Guangzhi, his eyes full of command and unquestionable. "Master Guangzhi, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and make that boy completely useless, so that he can no longer practice and threaten me."

Guangzhi nodded slightly when he heard this, a complex emotion flashed across his face, but in the end he was driven by interests.

He slowly raised his palm, and a powerful force gathered in his palm, which was a terrifying force that was enough to destroy the foundation of a warrior. Seeing this, Zhao Liang's eyes flashed with despair and determination. He knew that he had no way to retreat and could only fight to the death.

"Bai Jun, I, Zhao Liang, will not let you go even if I become a ghost. I curse your whole family to go to hell!" Zhao Liang's roar was full of despair and unwillingness. The voice echoed in the empty field, bringing with it a heart-pounding chill.

His eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and he stared at Bai Jun intently. Every word he said was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless hatred.

Zhao Lina, who was standing aside, heard Zhao Liang's curse and a sneer of disdain appeared on her lips.

"Hehe, this idiot, does he still think that this kind of threat can scare people?" There was a bit of contempt in her words, as if she was watching a farce, "An idiot is an idiot. How can he be compared with my Junjun? He is so stupid that he can't even beg for mercy."

However, at this moment, a sudden cold voice broke the silence at the scene, like a cold wind blowing across the lake, stirring up ripples.

"Aren't you afraid? Then I will help him realize his wish now!" This sentence is concise and powerful, and every word seems to carry a thousand pounds of force, which makes people shudder.

As the words fell, the crowd seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and they involuntarily retreated to make way for the coming storm. A figure slowly walked out of the crowd. His steps seemed leisurely, but in fact they were as fast as lightning. Every step he took was on the node of space, as if ignoring the existence of distance.

When the figure finally stopped beside Zhao Liang, everyone could see his face clearly - it was Xiao Chen, a person who usually did not show his true colors but was enough to shock the whole audience once he made a move.

Zhao Liang looked up at this sudden savior, a hint of disbelief and shock flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Xiao...Mr. Xiao!" He shouted with a trembling voice, and an indescribable excitement and gratitude surged in his heart. He never thought that at this desperate moment, Xiao Chen would appear and stand by his side.

But the moment he thought of Guangzhi, Zhao Liang's eyes froze instantly, and his face turned from pale to blue, as if he was hit by an invisible force.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes revealing an unprecedented determination, and shouted at Xiao Chen: "Mr. Xiao, hurry up! They are clearly targeting you. If you don't leave now, it will be too late!"

There was a hint of trembling in his voice, which was a struggle against the fear of the unknown and a deep concern for the safety of his friends.

Zhao Liang's heart was in turmoil. He was clearly aware that he was in a desperate situation, but his desire for life became extremely weak at this moment.

He was more worried that if he fell, Xiao Chen would also become a victim of the storm. This heavy sense of responsibility made him do his best to protect Xiao Chen's safety even in the face of death.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen felt mixed emotions. He sighed, a sigh that showed both sympathy for Zhao Liang's situation and admiration for the beauty of human nature.

He looked at Zhao Liang's face which was twisted with anxiety, his eyes which were bloodshot but still firm, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Over the years, he has seen too many people with unpredictable hearts, but it is rare for him to meet someone like Zhao Liang, who has a pure heart and is willing to give everything for others.

"If the world was full of people like Zhao Liang..." Xiao Chen muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming gentle and profound.

He imagined a world without intrigue and deception, where people treated each other sincerely, and where people trusted each other and jointly guarded this rare peace and tranquility.

In such a world, he might really no longer have to fight and kill all day long, but could enjoy the beauty of life in peace.

He walked quickly to Zhao Liang's side, and when his eyes met Zhao Liang's miserable appearance, an indescribable anger surged in his heart.

Zhao Liang's body looked as if he had just escaped from a sea of ​​fire. His skin was charred black, with bright red flesh exposed in some places. His ribs were so sunken that it was shocking and unbearable to look at.

Xiao Chen clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He vowed to himself that he would make those who hurt Zhao Liang pay the price. (End of this chapter)