My Ares Son-in-Law

This hairstyle not only does not look out of place on them, but instead adds a bit of wildness and unruliness.

Both of them held swords in their hands, one black and one white. The blades were long and sharp, as if they could easily cut through the air and leave eternal marks. There were many scars on their faces and bodies. Those scars were crisscrossed like ancient totems, extremely hideous, but also became a symbol of their identity.

These scars, coupled with their ferocious gazes, make people involuntarily think of evil spirits crawling out of hell, full of horror and deterrence.

Obviously, Wang Dadao had no intention of letting Xiao Chen go easily after finding Daotuo, Nie Feng, and Nie Mo, and he had no intention of listening to anything Xiao Chen said. He was determined to fight Xiao Chen to the death. His eyes flashed with determination and fierceness, as if he was ready to go all out.

Xiao Chen quietly looked at the people in front of him. His eyes were calm and deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.

Wang Dadao spoke coldly, his voice was deep and powerful, with unquestionable dominance: "A fierce dragon cannot cross the river. Brother, I'm afraid you, the dragon that crosses the river, will be broken here today. No matter how fierce you are, in front of our Dadao Company, in front of us masters, you are just an insignificant insect after all."

Wang Dadao's words were full of provocation and disdain, as if he had already anticipated Xiao Chen's defeat. However, Xiao Chen smiled, with a bit of contempt and disdain in his smile, as if he didn't take Wang Dadao's words to heart.

"Wang Dadao, you've put up quite a show today..." Xiao Chen's voice echoed in the empty room, with a hint of amusement and mockery. He didn't look at Daotuo, Nie Feng, and Nie Mo again, but stared at Wang Dadao closely, his eyes revealing an unfathomable confidence and composure.

"You are nothing but frogs in a well," Xiao Chen continued, his voice calm and firm, as if he was stating an indisputable fact.

"Perhaps those powerful masters in your eyes are just three useless crickets in my eyes. If you want them to protect you, you not only overestimate them, but also underestimate me."

Xiao Chen's words carried an indescribable arrogance and contempt, as if he didn't take the people in front of him seriously at all. His eyes flashed with a cold light, as if they could turn into a sharp blade at any time and cut off everything in front of them.

Wang Dadao's face turned gloomy. He was obviously irritated by Xiao Chen's words. Daotuo and the other three cursed angrily. Their voices echoed in the room, full of anger and unwillingness.

"You little brat, you are so arrogant! Believe it or not, I will kill you with one knife!" Daotuo's voice exploded like thunder, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they would explode at any time.

"You've got guts! You're tough enough. I hope you can stay tough and don't beg for mercy later!" Nie Feng's voice was cold and sharp, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen the scene of Xiao Chen kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Hehe, you have a big mouth, but I don't know how capable you are." Nie Mo sneered at the side, his eyes full of provocation and disdain, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

The atmosphere in the whole room became tense, as if a fierce battle would break out at any time.

Xiao Chen ignored Daotuo, Nie Feng and Nie Mo who were shouting at the side. He slowly approached Wang Dadao, put his hands on the desk, and leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to put all his weight on the desk to express his determination and momentum.

His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through Wang Dadao's heart. "Wang Dadao, I just want to ask you one question," Xiao Chen's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, "Do you know what I asked Wang Xiaodao to convey?"

Wang Dadao showed a grim smile on his face, which was full of cruelty and disdain: "You know, only one of him and I can survive. Do you think I will take such a trivial threat seriously?"

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, his eyes showing no sign of fluctuation, as if he had already anticipated Wang Dadao's answer: "It seems that you don't quite believe it."

Wang Dadao snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a vicious light: "Humph, of course I don't believe it. But I have thought of a better way."

Xiao Chen's mouth curled up into a playful smile, as if he was very interested in what Wang Dadao would say next: "Really? Tell me about it."

Wang Dadao stared at Xiao Chen closely. His eyes were like two sharp daggers, trying to pierce through Xiao Chen's disguise and reach his heart.

His voice was low and eerie: "Then you go die. As long as you die, won't everyone be happy and there will be no conflicts?"

"Good idea." A faint smile appeared on Xiao Chen's lips. That smile contained both sarcasm towards Wang Dadao's plan and indifference towards the challenges he was about to face.

He said slowly: "So you prepared so many people to wait for me today. Is this a Hongmen Banquet? It seems that you have really put in a lot of effort to deal with me."

Wang Dadao showed an arrogant smile on his face, and he straightened his chest, as if he wanted to show his momentum to the fullest:
"In my territory, you have to coil up like a dragon and lie prone like a tiger. Are you trying to scare me? Humph, you weren't even born when I was in society! Today, I'll let you know what true strength is!"

Xiao Chen sighed softly, a trace of regret and helplessness flashed in his eyes: "Isn't it good for people to live well? Why do you have to die? Well, since you have made your choice, I will fulfill your moral obligation and let you see what a real strong person is!"

Wang Dadao's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He stopped talking nonsense and said coldly, "Kill him!"

With Wang Dadao's order, the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense and oppressive. Nie Feng and Nie Mo rushed towards Xiao Chen almost at the same time. Their movements were swift and powerful, like two beasts ready to attack.

The black sword in Nie Feng's hand flashed with cold light. He aimed at Xiao Chen's throat and stabbed with the sword. The sword light drew a graceful arc in the air, as if it could tear everything in front of it, with a heart-pounding murderous intent.

However, Xiao Chen seemed unaware of this fatal threat. His eyes remained calm and deep, as if he had seen through Nie Feng's attack trajectory.

Nie Mo also thrust out a sword, aiming directly at Xiao Chen's abdomen. The tip of the sword flashed a cold light, like the sickle of the god of death, carrying endless chill and murderous intent. (End of this chapter)