Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Deep in the Weird Island, the forbidden area known as the "Mysterious Zone" is filled with an indescribable depression and mystery.

After a long and tormenting time, Ling Xiao seemed to have passed through endless darkness and pain, and finally broke free from a physically and mentally exhausted trial. His consciousness gradually returned, as if he was slowly rising from the abyss of hell, carrying an unimaginable weight every minute and every second.

When Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes that were exhausted but flashing with tenacious vitality, he found himself being gently embraced by Jiang Xiruo.

This long-lost warmth, like a ray of sunshine in spring, penetrated the haze in his heart and gave him endless comfort and strength. Although his body was still as heavy as lead, and every subtle movement required great effort, the care from his mother made him feel unprecedented peace of mind and tranquility.

Jiang Xiruo looked at Ling Xiao's eyes that were rejuvenated, and the emotions surging in her heart were indescribable. Her eyes were slightly red, but she tried not to let the tears fall, fearing that her fragility would affect the child who had just woken up.

She gently stroked Ling Xiao's forehead, her voice trembling but full of joy: "Child, you finally woke up... That's great, it's really great." Every word seemed to come from the softest part of her heart, full of endless love and pity for Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao leaned in Jiang Xiruo's solid arms, and the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made him feel warm. He seemed to have returned to his carefree childhood, when he could always find the most solid support and the deepest comfort in his mother's arms.

At this moment, although he was in the dangerous place of Guidao, with his mother's company and protection, he seemed to have returned to that small world full of love and warmth, and enjoyed the happiness and peace of his childhood again.

"Mother, your hand..." Ling Xiao's voice was a little hurried and concerned. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiruo's arm, which was slowly dripping with blood. An indescribable pity and doubt surged in his heart.

In his memory, his mother Jiang Xiruo was not only his strongest support, but also a strong person with extraordinary strength. Even when she was a little weak, few people could easily hurt her. This sudden injury made him frown, full of confusion and worry.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiruo quickly responded lightly: "Don't worry, child, it's really just a minor injury, it's okay." As she spoke, she tried to hide the injured arm behind her, fearing that Ling Xiao would blame himself more. However, the bloodstained sleeves and slightly pale face betrayed the ease and indifference in her words.

Jiang Xiruo quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes slightly red, and her voice trembled: "I'm relieved when you wake up. But I want to tell you that you must never risk your life for me again. I know your intentions, but I hope you can protect yourself and be safe. Your safety is more important to me than anything else. Remember, I don't want you to make any unworthy sacrifices for me."

Ling Xiao's voice was weak, but it revealed an unquestionable determination: "Mom, don't worry, I'm really fine. It's just that when this method is used, the body will indeed suffer a lot of backlash, and that taste is really unbearable."

"But you also know that the opponent is too strong. Otherwise, how can I win this battle? But, mother, don't worry, I know it in my heart, and I will never use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, although this method is powerful, it also comes with huge risks."

Speaking of this, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of complex emotions, both the desire for victory and the worry about the side effects of the method.

"I will try my best to control myself and not let the backlash affect my foundation. I know that what you are most worried about is that I will get hurt, so I will be more cautious. Mother, please believe me, I will protect our home in my own way."

"Ah..."

Jiang Xiruo sighed. It is not easy to convince the child now that he is older.

She knows the pressure and pain her son has endured, and also understands the tenacity and persistence in his heart.

She gently stroked Ling Xiao's face, her voice full of tenderness and heartache: "Child, mother knows your thoughts and understands your difficulties. Mother does not ask you to become a great hero, but only hopes that you can be safe and healthy. Mother knows that you have your own way to go, but please remember that no matter when and where, mother is your strongest support."

Lying in the warm and solid arms of his mother, Ling Xiao felt an unprecedented peace and strength. He slowly opened his eyes, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, and then sat up suddenly, gently releasing Ali and Tongtong beside him.

Ali lay there quietly, her small body wrapped in bandages, looking extremely fragile, but there seemed to be an unyielding light in her closed eyes. Ling Xiao's heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly turned to Tongtong, with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Ali... how is she now?"

Tongtong's eyes instantly turned red, tears rolled in her eyes, but she tried to stay strong and answered with a slightly choked voice: "Dad, don't worry. Although Sister Ali was seriously injured, she is no longer in danger of life. It's just that her injuries are too severe and it will take some time to recover, so she hasn't woken up yet."

Ling Xiao clenched his fists, his knuckles slightly white due to the force, his eyes were like torches, looking directly at Tongtong, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone:

"Tongtong, don't worry, I, Ling Xiao, will do what I say. I must destroy the Jiang family, a huge family, not only for the suffering of Ah Li, but also for the suffering I have suffered for so many years. There must be a healing medicine in their family. I swear to get it, so that Ah Li can recover as before and let her smile again."

At this time, Ling Xiao's heart was so complicated. He was not only angry, but also very guilty. If it weren't for him, would Ah Li be captured? Could she have suffered that punishment? When he thought of this, his heart was as painful as being stabbed by a needle.

He was angry, angry at those bad guys, how could they be so cruel and hit Ah Li so hard. He was also angry at himself, why didn't he protect her at that time.

But what made him more uncomfortable was the guilt, like a big stone pressing on his heart, making him breathless. He kept thinking that if he could be more careful, or stronger, or if he didn't trust Tianxiahui so much, Ah Li would not have suffered this punishment.

Fortunately, Ahri was still alive, which gave him some comfort. Otherwise, he really didn't know how he would face it and how to make up for this mistake.