My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's movements were gentle but firm, as if he was treating a rare treasure, and he slowly lifted Zhao Liang up, letting his body lean gently on his strong arms. Xiao Chen's arms were strong and powerful, giving Zhao Liang the most solid support, allowing Zhao Liang to feel a little comfort in his pain and weakness.

Afterwards, Xiao Chen slowly took out an exquisite healing pill from his underwear. The pill glowed with a warm light under the dim light, as if it contained endless vitality and power.

This pill was collected by him after countless life-and-death tests and from various dangerous situations. Each pill was extremely precious and was an important reliance for him to save his life and save people. At this moment, he took it out without hesitation, just to relieve Zhao Liang's pain and let him recover as soon as possible.

Xiao Chen's fingers trembled slightly as he slowly brought the pill to Zhao Liang's lips. His eyes were full of expectation and prayer.

Zhao Liang's lips slightly opened, and Xiao Chen carefully put the pill into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth, and a cool warm current instantly spread through Zhao Liang's body, like spring drizzle moistening the dry land, bringing him a glimmer of vitality and hope.

Then, Xiao Chen took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality and breathing, and gently covered Zhao Liang's chest with his right hand. His palm was warm and powerful, as if he could sense every subtle change in Zhao Liang's body.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and concentrated, leaving all distractions behind, focusing only on the rescue work in front of him. He began to slowly circulate the immortal power in his body. The power flowed through his body, surging like a river, but he cleverly guided it and injected it into Zhao Liang's body bit by bit.

With the infusion of immortal power, Zhao Liang's body began to gradually emit a faint light, which was a sign that the light of life was rekindling.

Xiao Chen showed a relieved smile on his face, knowing that his efforts were not in vain, and Zhao Liang was gradually getting better. He continued to maintain this posture until he was sure that Zhao Liang's vital signs had stabilized, then he slowly withdrew his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

As his immortal power surged, a warm and gentle force overflowed from his palm and slowly penetrated into Zhao Liang's body. This force seemed to have life, accurately finding Zhao Liang's broken ribs and slowly began to repair them.

During the repair process, Xiao Chen's brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed unquestionable firmness and coldness.

While repairing Zhao Liang's injuries, he glanced coldly at Guangzhi and asked with a chill in his tone: "Did he do it?" This sentence was short and powerful, revealing his deep hostility and dissatisfaction towards Guangzhi.

Hearing this, Guangzhi curled up a faint smile. He looked Xiao Chen up and down, with a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

He didn't expect that this seemingly young boy actually possessed such powerful immortal power, which made him very interested in Xiao Chen's identity.

However, he still maintained his confidence and composure, and replied calmly: "Haha, it was me who was injured. However, I am curious, who exactly are you?"

In Guangzhi's opinion, although Xiao Chen showed impressive strength, he was only a teenager of 17 or 18 years old. He was confident that with his cultivation and experience, he could handle any challenge.

Therefore, he did not take Xiao Chen seriously and just talked to him in a playful manner. However, he may not realize that he is about to face an unprecedented challenge.

"Hey, kid, you'd better be quiet and don't move your fingers, otherwise, Zhao Liang's father will die here today!" Bai Jun's voice was low and cold, like the biting cold wind in winter, which made people shudder. The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, and it was firmly attached to Zhao Liang's father's neck, which was trembling slightly with fear. Every slight breath seemed to cause the surrounding air to tense.

Xiao Chen turned his head sharply upon hearing the voice, his eyes shot straight at the arrogant Bai Jun. Bai Jun's face was covered with a twisted smile, his eyes were full of madness and provocation, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of controlling life and death.

The sharp edge of the dagger gently scratched the skin on Zhao Liang's father's neck, leaving a tiny but striking red mark, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

"Dad!" Seeing this, Zhao Liang's eyes were instantly filled with endless fear and anger. He suddenly wanted to jump up from his seat, but was held down firmly by Xiao Chen's strong hands.

Xiao Chen's eyes were firm and deep. He said to Zhao Liang in a low and firm voice: "Zhao Liang, calm down. Believe me, your father will be fine." These words were like a warm current that penetrated the coldness and despair in Zhao Liang's heart, allowing him to barely suppress his impulse.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious, kid, where do you get the confidence to say such big words..." Bai Jun's laughter became more arrogant, echoing in the empty room, sounding particularly harsh. However, the laughter stopped abruptly because he suddenly sensed an unusual breath.

At this moment, a black shadow as fast as lightning suddenly attacked from the side, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

Bai Jun's face suddenly changed, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The black shadow hit his chest accurately like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, and a powerful force burst out instantly, throwing him high into the air, and then slamming him to the ground.

In the flying dust, Bai Jun's body curled up into a ball, groaning in pain. The dagger in his hand had long since slipped out of his hand and fell far away into the corner, no longer posing the threat it once did.

It all happened so suddenly that everyone present was stunned for a moment, then they came to their senses and looked at each other, their hearts filled with shock and confusion.

Bang!
The loud noise was like thunder, shaking the entire space slightly.

Bai Jun's body was like being hit by an invisible giant hammer and slammed into the seemingly solid wall nearby. In an instant, the wall seemed unable to withstand the sudden impact, and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread out, spreading from the impact point to the surrounding areas until they covered the entire wall, which was a shocking sight.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and gravel, as well as a subtle hint of blood.

Bai Jun's body slid down the wall weakly, his face full of disbelief and pain. He opened his mouth with difficulty, and a mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably, staining his clothes and the sight of the people around him red.

The force of this collision was unbearable even for a strong warrior. Bai Jun felt as if his whole body was torn apart by a sharp pain, and every part of his body was filled with pain and powerlessness. (End of this chapter)