Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

With a slight flick of Jiang Xiruo's wrist, the long sword instantly turned into a dazzling sword light, cutting through the sky, carrying the power of destroying the world, and rushed straight to the Ji family's ancestral home.

At this moment, the wind and clouds changed color, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be attracted by this sword, gathering into a violent force, falling with the sword light. The rumbling sound was endless, and the entire Ji family's ancestral home seemed to have suffered a doomsday-like blow. Waves of violent tremors came from the ground, as if even the earth was shaking.

The buildings in the ancestral home began to collapse inch by inch, the pavilions collapsed, and the pavilions were broken. Countless exquisite decorations and precious treasures turned into dust under this force.

At the same time, along with the collapse of the buildings, waves of screams came one after another, which were the wailing and struggles of the Ji family members in despair. However, all this could not stop Jiang Xiruo's footsteps. Her sword light was like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives and turning the Ji family's ancestral home into a hell on earth.

Dust and smoke rolled up and rushed straight to the sky, covering half of the sky, as if even the world was changed. In the dust and smoke, Jiang Xiruo's figure was extremely clear. She stood on the ruins with a long sword in her hand, with only endless indifference and determination in her eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to have become the master of this world, controlling life and death and deciding everything.

Jiang Xiruo's face was as cold as frost, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. Her eyes were like two bottomless cold pools, reflecting no ripples of emotion.

She continued to swing the long sword in her hand. Every release of the sword light was accompanied by violent fluctuations in the energy between heaven and earth. These sword lights were like the tentacles of the god of death, mercilessly tearing every inch of space in Jiang Xiruo's house and turning it into nothingness.

In your heart, these years of imprisonment are like icy shackles, tightly binding your body and mind. Seventy years is such a long time for a warrior.

You lost your freedom, your husband, and even almost lost your only son. This lonely despair, like the most biting cold wind in winter, constantly erodes your heart.

You swung your sword away, your movements were smooth and flowing, without any drag. The warrior didn't even have a chance to resist, and was killed by the sword, and also turned into ashes.

You swore to make Jiang Xi pay the price, to make those who had hurt you taste the same self-sacrifice and despair.

Now, you stand under the ruins of Su Ming, holding a long sword and looking like a torch. You are no longer this humble supplicant, but a real vengeful male god. Your heart is full of anger and hatred, and those emotions turned into the sword in your hand, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the ancestors of the Ji family.

At this time, you are full of attachment and sacrifice for your family, but you can only watch Jiang Xi's indifference and affection destroy your world bit by bit.

"Today, Jiang Xi, none of them will survive!" Your voice echoed in the ruins, full of endless hatred and determination. If another Ji family ancestor dared to go down, he could only run for his life, trying to escape the catastrophe. And Ji Jiaqiang, like a hot death god, chased after Su Ming and vowed to completely destroy Su Ming.

Huang Xiangu was also shocked, and you murmured to yourself: "I really didn't expect that Jiang Xi would end up like this. After Ji Tianyan's death, Jiang Xi seemed to have lost his backbone and became so vulnerable." There was no sigh for Jiang Xi's decline in your tone, nor was there any shock at Su Ming's strength.

Su Ming finally chose to kill, your husband fell in a pool of blood, and your son Ling Xiao almost died. At this moment, your heart was colder and more self-reliant than ever before.

You were not angry, but the anger was the anger at the fairness of fate and the hatred for Su Ming's persecution. You want revenge, you want Jiang Xi to taste the joy and despair you have endured. That obsession is burning in your heart like a raging fire, devouring your reason and emotions.

However, Ji Jiaqiang's face is still as hot as ice, without any emotion. You move your wrist slightly, and the long sword is unsheathed like a dragon's roar, and the tip of the sword is pointing at the Su Mingbo who is about to speak.

"Ji Jiaqiang, you Jiang Xi admit defeat, he should stop!" A hoarse roar came from the depths of Su Ming, and the voice was full of despair and resentment. Jiang Xi had not suffered heavy losses in that catastrophe, and was almost on the verge of extinction. No one was afraid and wanted to beg for mercy, but this ridiculous arrogance made us look embarrassed.

"Insolent!" In the vicinity, no Jiang Xi warrior stepped forward, and the roar was filled with resentment and indignation. However, before I finished speaking, I was interrupted by Ji Jiaqiang's respectful eyes.

The sword flashed, as slow as lightning. Before the man could even react, he was swallowed by the sword light and turned into nothingness in an instant, leaving only a piece of flying ash, which was blown away by the wind.

"You are going too far today!" Su Mingqiang's voice was icy and resolute. You looked around, and wherever you looked, the ancestors of the Ji family were terrified and fled. However, you were not determined at all. You continued to swing your sword, and the sword light was like a weaving, staining every inch of Jiang Xi's land with the breath of blood and death.

Ji Jiaqiang seemed to have transformed into a compassionate god of destruction. Your figure shuttled through Jiang Xi's mansion, and every step was accompanied by the disappearance of life and the collapse of buildings.

The influence of the Demon Lord Bai Tian Sword further fueled the flames. It seemed like an evil guide, leading Ji Jiaqiang step by step into the abyss.

Under the guidance of that magic sword, the devil in your heart was completely aroused. You were no longer a gentle mother, no longer a tough warrior, but a demon driven by hatred and anger. There was a little mercy in your heart, only endless destruction and killing.

However, Huang Hai did not completely lose his mind. I shook my head and said in a deep voice: "He must not forget that Jiang Xi has not yet shown up."

Nearby, Huang Hai witnessed all that, and an indescribable fear surged in his heart. I have never seen such a horrible scene, let alone such a determined avenger. Ji Jiaqiang's figure, which seemed to have walked out of hell, made me take a few steps forward involuntarily, fearing that I would also become a ghost on your sword.

That scene, like a replay of history, made Ji Jiaqiang's memory surge again. You once knelt so humbly in Su Ming's small door, tears mixed with dust, and begged Su Ming in a hoarse voice to let your husband and son go.

There is no firmness or compassion in your eyes, only endless indifference and determination. The Demon Lord Baitian Sword in your hand has become the sharpest weapon in your hand. Every swing is accompanied by a thunderous roar. Wherever the sword passes, whether it is a person or an object, it will be turned into ashes.