Uncle Zhang's eyes widened and he stared at Ling Xiao who suddenly appeared in front of him in disbelief. He saw the long sword in Ling Xiao's hand. The tip of the sword was still dripping with bright red liquid. That was Uncle Zhang's blood.
Slowly seeping out from his head that was pierced by a sword.
"Am I going to... die?" This was the last wave of consciousness in Uncle Zhang's life, full of unwillingness and shock. His eyes widened, his pupils gradually dilated, and all his strength and will receded like a tide at this moment.
, leaving only a void and darkness.
Immediately afterwards, as if his head could not withstand the impact of the internal force, it exploded, blood, flesh and brain matter splattered everywhere. The tragic scene solidified the surrounding space.
This sudden change caused everyone present to freeze in place, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Their faces were full of shock, fear and confusion, and their eyes shone with disbelief.
Jiang Xiu was even more frightened. She had personally experienced Ling Xiao's power and disadvantages and knew his extraordinary potential, but now she witnessed Ling Xiao killing a strong man at the ninth level of the Martial Soul Realm in such a decisive and shocking way.
There was still a storm in her heart.
She shook her hands and kept thinking about the same question in her mind: What on earth is going on? When did Ling Xiao's strength reach such a heinous level?
Discussions arose among the surrounding crowd, but they all lowered their voices for fear of disturbing the strange and heavy atmosphere. Their hearts were full of doubts and speculations, but no one dared to ask easily.
Uncle Zhang's death was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, forcing them to re-examine the seemingly ordinary but hidden young man in front of them - Ling Xiao.
"Monster! This is an out-and-out monster!" The warriors exclaimed one after another, and every word contained shock and horror that was difficult to conceal.
Their eyes were full of disbelief, as if they had witnessed the most incredible miracle in the world. In the face of Ling Xiao's suffocating strength, all their confidence and pride instantly collapsed, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness and
despair.
"This damn thing is definitely an existence beyond common sense!" Someone murmured in a low voice, and his voice was mixed with indescribable complex emotions, including awe of Ling Xiao's powerful strength, but also anger and unwillingness to feel powerless.
Amidst the chaos and shock, an old man slowly stood up. He was dressed in a simple robe, with white beard and hair, but he was energetic, and his eyes shone with wisdom and majesty.
As a strong person at the pinnacle of the Wuhun Realm, he is not only the strongest person here except Jiang Taishan, but also the spiritual support in everyone's hearts.
The old man took steady steps, and each step seemed to step on the heartstrings of everyone, causing waves of subtle tremors. His face was extremely serious, and there was a determination and determination that could not be ignored between his brows.
As he moved, the air around him seemed to become a little more solemn.
I saw the old man's fingers pinching gently, and each finger gesture was precise and powerful, as if he was mobilizing the most secret power in the world.
At the same time, in his Dantian, an extremely strong and powerful energy surged, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable. This power was the result of his years of hard work, and it was also his biggest reliance against Ling Xiao at the moment.
"Everyone, listen to my order!" The old man's voice was calm and powerful, penetrating the noise of the crowd and reaching everyone's heart. His words were full of unquestionable authority and determination, making everyone stop involuntarily.
He stopped what he was doing and turned his gaze towards him.
"Gather a drop of your essence and blood, sink your energy into your Dantian, and prepare to join forces to attack!" The old man continued to give orders, and every word hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. They knew that this was the old man's plan to fight against the monster Ling Xiao.
existence, the final efforts and decisions made.
"We must kill this Ling Xiao first!" The old man's voice revealed a kind of determination and ruthlessness, which was a profound understanding of Ling Xiao's strength and potential, and also an early precaution against possible threats in the future.
He knew very well that if Ling Xiao was allowed to grow, his future achievements would definitely surpass Jiang Xiqing and Jiang Xiruo, becoming an existence that none of them could reach. Therefore, they must seize the current opportunity and go all out to bring Ling Xiao to the throne.
The sky is strangled in the cradle.
The old man's voice was like the wind coming out of the cracks in the ice on a cold winter night, with a biting chill. Every word seemed to be carved with ice edges, falling into the air, stirring up waves of invisible chills.
.
His face looked particularly gloomy in the dim light, as dark as the sky before an impending storm. There was no trace of light, only deep worry and pain.
He stared forward, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, including deep doubts about past decisions, as well as helplessness and struggle with the current situation.
Who would have expected that the Jiang family, a family with a long history that has gone through ups and downs, would be able to continuously give birth to three amazing and otherworldly geniuses, Jiang Xiruo, Jiang Xiqing and Ling Xiao.
Their appearance, like the brightest stars in the night sky, not only illuminates the future of the Jiang family, but also reflects the unknown cracks and shadows within the family.
Especially Ling Xiao, this young and mysterious being, the subtle blood connection between him, Jiang Xiruo and Jiang Xiqing is like an invisible bond, tightly connecting them.
This made the old man begin to wonder whether they had really done something wrong in the past, whether they had treated this lineage too hastily as an alien, or even cut off its inheritance?
Recalling the past, the old man felt an unspeakable bitterness in his heart. He clearly remembered how many sacrifices the Jiang family had made in order to express their loyalty and surrender to the Ji family, including ruthlessly killing most of the people in this lineage.
It was handed over to the Ji family for disposal.
The cries and despair of those tribesmen who were deprived of their lives and freedom still echo in the heart of the old man, becoming a pain that he cannot erase.
But now, when he saw Jiang Xiruo and Jiang Xiqing, the two remaining clan members, and the equally talented Ling Xiao beside them, the old man finally realized that perhaps their original decision itself was wrong, and it was extremely wrong.
This kind of mistake not only harmed innocent tribesmen, but may also cost the Jiang family an opportunity to regain its glory.
Thinking of this, the old man's mood became heavier and heavier.
If this matter spreads and sweeps across the entire cultivation world like a violent storm, where will the Jiang family, a once glorious family known as a famous family, put their face and dignity?
What an embarrassment and shame that would be, like a snowman under the scorching sun, melting instantly and leaving no place to be ashamed of. ()