The middle-aged man said solemnly: "I, the head of the Duanmu family, the strong man who once led us to glory, has fallen... This is not only a personal loss for the head of the family, but also a heavy blow to our entire Duanmu family."
Obviously, Ling Xiao's guess was correct. The man killed by him and Long Chen was indeed the head of the Duanmu Family. But it's a pity that they are not here at the moment, otherwise they could be happy.
After all, the person he killed was the head of the Duanmu Family, the most prestigious family in the entire Western Wilderness.
Hearing this, the old man in green robe raised a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth. The smile was full of ridicule and disdain for the weak:
"Then it's even more important to take revenge, isn't it? Now your Duanmu family has become a mortal enemy with that boy. If you don't kill him, he will find you sooner or later and completely destroy your Duanmu family. When the time comes, your company will be disbanded.
There will be no chance."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he smiled bitterly, his smile full of helplessness and despair.
He shook his head and said: "I would like to take revenge, but the head of the family is already the strongest man in our Duanmu family. He has been killed. What can we people do? What is left of us is just some remnants of soldiers.
How can a defeated general compete with that kid? At most, we can just disband the Duanmu family and escape each other."
Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's voice was choked with sobs. He knew very well what this decision meant. The Duanmu family, the once prominent martial arts family, might really disappear.
But as a senior member of the family, he was unable to change all this. He could only watch the family's glory and glory slowly disappear in the long river of time.
The old man in green robe slowly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man with burning eyes. A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. There was both ridicule and helplessness in the smile:
"Disband? Huh, you agree, do others agree? Those veterans who have followed your family master for many years, those disciples who are loyal to the Duanmu family, will they easily give up this glory that has been passed down for thousands of years?
Don't be too wild to think about it. From what I know about Ling Xiao, that guy is a madman who is determined to take revenge. He never acts according to common sense. Do you really think that after you guys are disbanded, he will give up and stop taking revenge?"
The old man's words were like sharp blades, cutting through the fantasies in the middle-aged man's heart. The middle-aged man's face became paler. He knew that what the old man said was true, and Ling Xiao's acting style was indeed elusive.
More difficult to prevent.
"What's more," the words of the old man in green robes sounded again, with a hint of chill that was not easy to detect.
"As far as I know, your family leader seems to have a son. The young man who has high hopes is probably studying in a major sect in Zhenhun Palace, right?
He is extremely talented and his level has already surpassed that of your family master. If he learns that his father died unexpectedly, what do you think he will do? Will he choose to endure it, or will he come back for revenge regardless of the cost? "
At this point, the green-robed old man's eyes became extremely sharp, as if he had seen the scene where the young man was furious after learning the truth and vowed to avenge his father.
When the middle-aged man heard this, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. He knew full well what kind of disaster the young man would bring to the Duanmu family once he came back.
"It seems that we really have no other choice? We can only be used by you and become pawns in your hands?" The middle-aged man was a little unwilling, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his voice.
He knew that he was in a dilemma at the moment. No matter which path he chose, it would be full of thorns and difficulties. However, facing the threats and inducements of the old man in green robes, he had to make a choice because,
He has no way out.
The old man in green robe shook his head gently, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and said slowly:
"That's wrong. Although the Duanmu Family is powerful, it is not indispensable in the martial arts world. Without you, the Duanmu Family, we will continue to pursue it. Now that the treasure has appeared in the world, it will inevitably arouse the covetousness of countless powerful people.
But, are you, the Duanmu Family, really willing to do so? Not only have you lost dozens of high-level experts in the Tianhe Realm, but even the head of the family has died here, but you have not yet obtained the treasure you dreamed of..."
Speaking of this, the old man in green robe revealed a bit of regret and ridicule in his tone, as if he was watching a farce come to an end. His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into the heart of the middle-aged man, making the latter unable to avoid it.
.
The middle-aged man, Duanmu Kan, now looked haggard and his eyes were empty, as if he had lost all his strength.
He was silent and had no words, just silently bearing every weight of the green-robed old man's words. He knew very well that what the old man said was true. The Duanmu family had indeed suffered heavy losses in this battle, but all they had gained was
Endless emptiness and despair.
When the old man in green robe saw this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The smile contained both mockery of the Duanmu family's defeat and pride in the fact that he was about to achieve his goal.
He said slowly: "Duanmu Kan, you should be considered the leader of the Duanmu family now, right? Once the head of the family dies, you can decide everything. You can think of what to do. I won't force you."
After saying this, the figure of the old man in green robe began to become blurry, as if being swallowed by an invisible force.
His voice echoed in the air, but it gradually faded away until it completely disappeared. Duanmukan was left alone, standing alone on the empty land, facing the endless confusion and unknown.
At this moment, Duanmu Kan's heart was filled with complex emotions. There were worries about the future of his family, nostalgia for his deceased relatives, and fear of unknown challenges.
However, what he knows better is that no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, he must make a choice, because he is the hope and future of the Duanmu family.
Not long after the old man in green robe left, a breeze blew by, bringing with it an unusual smell.
Immediately afterwards, a young figure appeared aside like a bolt of lightning. He was wearing a luxurious brocade robe with fluttering skirts, like an immortal walking out of a painting.
Seeing this young man in gorgeous clothes, Duanmukan's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly bowed down, with a hint of awe and excitement in his voice: "Young Master!"
This man is none other than Duanmu Xi, the only son of Duanmu Hong, the head of the Duanmu family! His face is stern, and his eyes reveal an unquestionable determination and domineering power, as if the entire martial arts world is trembling under his feet.
Duanmu Xi's eyes were like torches, scanning the surroundings, and her voice was as cold as ice: "My Duanmu family should not have gotten involved in this muddy water. Now even my father's life is involved! This is a shame to my Duanmu family.
It’s even more of a shame to me! What on earth do you do for food!”