My Son-in-law Is A War God-Chapter 2242 - 2244: Xiao Chen’s Fury!

Jiang Meng is dead, the Jiang Clan truly does not feel the slightest pain.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the Jiang Clan’s main gate was suddenly kicked off its hinges.

The flying gate crashed directly toward Jiang Feihe.

Jiang Feihe sensed the danger.

He turned around and kicked it back.

The gate shattered.

He avoided the disaster but could not inflict any harm on Jiang Meng and Ren Jing.

"Who?"

Jiang Feihe looked toward the direction of the entrance.

A figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

His eyes emanated a cold, murderous intent.

It was Xiao Chen!

Xiao Chen glanced at Jiang Meng and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Meng was unharmed.

He then looked at Ren Jing, who was covered in injuries, her face swollen and her eyes puffed up.

He had never seen Ren Jing so severely injured before.

A terrifying killing intent burst forth from his body.

He wanted to kill!

"Who did this?"

Xiao Chen asked coldly.

"Husband!"

Upon seeing Xiao Chen, for reasons unknown, Jiang Meng suddenly felt very at ease.

With her husband by her side, she feared no danger.

She brought Ren Jing to Xiao Chen’s side.

"I hit her, so what?"

Jiang Feihe sneered at Xiao Chen, "That woman deserved the beating for daring to prevent me from punishing that bitch Jiang Meng.

But it’s perfect that you’re here. You’re the one who injured my Seventh Brother, right? Perfect, we can settle both old and new scores together.

Killing you will be a gift to my big brother."

Heisha was taken down by Xiao Chen.

Jiang Feiyu was also crippled by Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen and the Fish Dragon Sect had a deep-seated grudge.

Jiang Feihe had long wanted to trouble Xiao Chen.

Today, he had this opportunity and wouldn’t let it slip by.

"Wife, take Ren Jing to heal her injuries, leave the rest to me!"

Xiao Chen said to Jiang Meng.

"Are you sure?"

Jiang Meng was a little worried.

"Don’t worry, it’s easier for me to escape alone."

Xiao Chen smiled and said.

Jiang Meng nodded, took Ren Jing, and walked toward the exit.

Those riffraff on the way couldn’t stop her at all.

"Take them down!"

Jiang Feihe shouted loudly: "No one should leave here."

A group of people suddenly rushed towards Xiao Chen, Jiang Meng, and Ren Jing.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Xiao Chen reacted faster.

He disappeared from his original spot in an instant.

Appeared in front of Jiang Meng, with two swift kicks, sending two guys flying.

The necks of those two guys twisted, and they collapsed motionlessly on the ground.

At this time, Jiang Meng had already broken free from all the pursuers, got into the car, and took Ren Jing to the hospital.

"Now we can have some fun!"

Xiao Chen’s eyes flashed with astonishing murderous intent.

He charged towards the twelve men Jiang Feihe had brought.

Now two had already fallen.

Ten were left.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Clap!"

"Clap!"

The consecutive impacts were like a furious giant elephant.

The remaining ten people all collapsed to the ground, spewing blood, wailing incessantly.

"How terrifying, wasn’t this guy supposed to be finished? Could it be fake?"

Members of the Jiang Clan were terrified.

"Maybe he has regained his strength, but it doesn’t matter, in this Martial Artist Age, even the King Yama War God is nothing special!"

The members of the Jiang Clan consoled themselves.

Jiang Feihe had an ugly expression.

The twelve people he brought were all experts.

Not a single one of them was mediocre.

Yet they were all taken down by Xiao Chen.

"King Yama War God, the name is indeed well-deserved, but unfortunately, you are outdated.

Today, you must die!"

Jiang Feihe roared and charged at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen raised his head, coldly looking at Jiang Feihe.

Watching Jiang Feihe charge like an eagle.

Feeling Jiang Feihe’s terrifying power.

Xiao Chen suddenly shouted.

Threw a punch!

Boom!

The fist and claws collided.

Crack!

The next moment, both of Jiang Feihe’s hands fractured, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed directly into the wall.

"Ah!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face dramatically changing in fear.

Xiao Chen coldly glanced at the long whip on the ground.

Then walked over and picked it up.

Step by step, he approached Jiang Feihe.

Jiang Feihe was so scared that he kept retreating.

But there was already a wall behind him, he didn’t know where else to retreat to.

"You! Stop it! Do you know who I am?"

Unable to beat Xiao Chen, Jiang Feihe resorted to threats: "I am the Sixth Leader of the Fish Dragon Sect. My big brother will soon come to Lailong City.

If you kneel and apologize now, you might still have a chance to live.

Otherwise, you are doomed!"

The answer he got was a vicious lash.

"Whack!"

With one lash, Jiang Feihe let out a heart-wrenching scream, completely terrified.

"Fish Dragon Sect?

You think I care about some Fish Dragon Sect?

It’s fine for you to come after me, try to assassinate me, but you should never, never lay a hand on my wife!

Even less so harm those loyal to me.

You must pay the price."

"Whack!"

Another ruthless lash followed.

"Ah—!"

Jiang Feihe screamed in pain: "You’re crazy, truly insane, if you do this, not only will you die, but your wife, your family won’t have a good end!"

"Whack!"

Before he could finish, Xiao Chen lashed Jiang Feihe again.

Flesh was torn.

The barbed whip was really terrifying.

Naturally, Xiao Chen’s strength was even more terrifying.

Jiang Feihe felt like his bones were breaking.

Jiang Yurong and others were already pale with fright.

Collapsed on the ground, completely helpless, unable even to muster the strength to run away.

"Whack!"

Xiao Chen once again coldly swung the whip.

Crack!

Finally, a bone was broken.

A soft whip shouldn’t cause such an injury.

But Xiao Chen’s power was truly terrifying.

This scene made the Jiang Clan members’ scalps tingle, a few wet their pants on the spot.

"Ah—!"

Jiang Feihe could no longer stand, lying on the ground in terrified agony.

He was half dead.

At this moment, aside from fear and pain, he had no other thoughts.

How did he provoke such a madman?

How could Xiao Chen be so terrifying?

He was finished!

Despair!

"Whack!"

"Whack!"

...

Xiao Chen mercilessly lashed again and again.

His cold eyes filled with killing intent, devoid of the slightest bit of mercy.

Jiang Feihe could no longer scream.

His life was hanging by a thread.

On the brink of death.

Xiao Chen stopped.

He did not kill him.

But that was even crueler than killing Jiang Feihe.

Jiang Feihe had made many enemies in his lifetime.

Now he was a cripple.

He might spend the rest of his life bedridden.

Countless people must want him dead.

The days ahead for Jiang Feihe could be worse than death.

"Rest assured, I won’t kill you! Tell Jiang Sha, if he dares to cause trouble in Lailong City.

I guarantee he’ll be worse off than you!"

After speaking, Xiao Chen, with the whip in hand, walked towards the members of the Jiang Clan.

He then revealed a sinister smile.

And swung the whip down.