Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Uncle Zhang stared at Ling Xiao who suddenly appeared in front of him with his eyes wide open, staring at him in disbelief. He saw the long sword in Ling Xiao's hand, and the tip of the sword was still dripping with bright red liquid. That was Uncle Zhang's blood, which was slowly seeping out from his head that was pierced by the sword.

"I am going to... die?" This was the last wave of consciousness in Uncle Zhang's life, full of unwillingness and astonishment. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils gradually became scattered. All his strength and will retreated like a tide at this moment, leaving only emptiness and darkness.

Then, as if his head could not withstand the impact of the internal force, it exploded with a bang, and blood, flesh and brain matter splattered everywhere. The tragic scene made the surrounding space solidify.

This sudden change made everyone present stunned in place, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. Their faces were full of shock, fear and confusion, and their eyes flashed with disbelief.

Jiang Xiu was even more terrified. She had personally experienced Ling Xiao's power and knew that he had extraordinary potential. However, she was shocked when she saw Ling Xiao kill a ninth-level martial arts master in such a decisive and amazing way.

Her hands were shaking, and she kept thinking about the same question in her mind: What on earth is going on? When did Ling Xiao become so powerful that it was outrageous?

The crowd around them was talking, but they all lowered their voices, fearing that they would disturb the strange and heavy atmosphere. They 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, and we had to re-examine the seemingly extraordinary but hidden Uncle Zhang behind us for many years.

"Monster! That is simply a monster!" The warriors' exclamations came one after another, and every word contained shock and fear that was difficult to conceal.

Our eyes were filled with disbelief, as if we had witnessed the most incredible miracle in the world. In front of Peng Xiong's breathtaking strength, all the confidence and pride collapsed instantly, replaced by a deep sense of power and despair.

I stared at the back, with simple emotions flashing in my eyes, without deep doubts about past decisions, nor helplessness and struggles about the current situation.

If that matter spread, it would sweep across the entire cultivation world like a storm. Where would the face and dignity of our Jiang family, a family that was once glorious and known as a famous family, be placed?

My face, in the dim light, was bright and white like the sky after the coming storm. There was no light, only deep relief and grief.

These people who were deprived of life and freedom, our wailing and despair, still echo in the old man's heart, becoming a pain that I can't erase.

"That fucking thing is definitely an existence beyond common sense!" Everyone murmured loudly, with indescribable simple emotions in his voice, neither awe of Uncle Zhang's weak strength, nor anger and resentment at his own inability to do anything.

"Everyone, listen to your orders!" The old man's voice was steady and powerless, penetrating the tranquility of the crowd and reaching everyone's heart. My words were full of unquestionable authority and determination, which made everyone stop their actions and look at me.

Who could have expected that the Jiang family, a family with a long history and a long history, could continuously breed Jiang Xiqing, Jiang Xiruo and Uncle Zhang's eight amazing and extraordinary geniuses in that small underground.

Our appearance, like the brightest star in the night sky, not only illuminated the future of the Jiang family, but also reflected the unknown cracks and shadows within the family.

The old man pinched his fingers heavily, and each finger gesture was precise and powerless, as if he was mobilizing the most secret power between heaven and earth.

In the chaos and shock, an old man stood up in a hurry. I was wearing a simple robe, my hair and beard were all white, but I was energetic, and my eyes were shining with wisdom and majesty.

Recalling the past, the old man felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. I vaguely remember that in order to express their loyalty and loyalty to the Ji family, the Jiang family made many sacrifices, including handing over a small number of the clansmen of that line to the Ji family for disposal.

As I moved, the air around me seemed to be a little more solemn.

And now, when I saw the two remaining clansmen, Jiang Xiqing and Jiang Xiruo, and the equally talented Uncle Zhang beside you, the old man finally realized that perhaps our original decision itself was not right, and it was ridiculously wrong.

Thinking of that, the old man's mood became lighter.

Especially Peng Xiong, that old and mysterious existence, the subtle blood connection between me and Jiang Xiqing and Jiang Xiruo is like an invisible bond that tightly connects us.

The old man took steady steps, and each step seemed to step on the heartstrings of the crowd, causing a series of subtle tremors. My face was normal and serious, and there was a determination and resoluteness between my eyebrows that could not be ignored.

At the same time, in my Dantian, a strong and powerful true energy surged, like a river bursting its banks, and it was unstoppable. That power was the crystallization of my youthful hard work, and it was also my smallest reliance on fighting Uncle Zhang at this moment.

"Concentrate a drop of their blood, sink the energy into the Dantian, and prepare to attack together!" The old man continued to give orders, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart. We know that it was the old man's first effort and decision to fight against Uncle Zhang, the evil existence.

"We must kill Uncle Zhang first!" The old man's voice revealed a kind of determination and ruthlessness, which was a profound understanding of Uncle Zhang's strength and potential, and also a delayed precaution against possible threats in the future.

The old man's voice was like the wind coming out of the ice cracks in the cold night of deep winter, with a piercing heat. Every word seemed to be carved with ice edges, falling into the air, stirring up waves of tangible chills.

That made the old man finally believe that we really did something wrong in the past, whether we were too hasty to regard that lineage as an alien, or even to cut off its inheritance?

What an embarrassment and shame it would be, like a snowman in the scorching sun, melting in an instant, with no shame.

That kind of accuracy not only hurt the innocent clansmen, but also made the Jiang family lose an opportunity to revive its glory.

As a weakling at the peak of the martial soul realm, I am not only the weakest person in the village except Jiang Taishan, but also the spiritual pillar in everyone's heart.

I know very well that if we allow Peng Xiong to grow up, his future achievements will definitely surpass Jiang Xiruo and Peng Xiongxin, and become a person that none of us can reach. Therefore, we must seize the opportunity now and go all out to strangle Uncle Zhang in the cradle.