Chapter 12855: As evil as his mother

Jiang Zhunian's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He stared at Ling Xiao coldly, his voice as if it came from the Netherworld, icy and piercing: "Do you mean you don't plan to go back with me?"

Every word seemed to carry ice chips, lowering the temperature around it by a lot.

Ling Xiao smiled contemptuously, his eyes full of disdain: "Why, are you still planning to take action here? Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are the elder of the Jiang family? Let me tell you, I, Ling Xiao, am not a lamb to be slaughtered."

"You are just a dog of the Jiang family. You may be very impressive in front of the Jiang family, but here, you also have to consider whether the Jiang family is willing to be an enemy of the Tianxiahui for you, right?"

Jiang Zhunian's face became even uglier. He clenched his fists, veins bulging, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to control his anger.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and then snorted coldly: "You have guts! But don't forget, there are some things in this world that you can't contend with. You'd better restrain your friends and don't let them leave Tianxiahui casually, otherwise, they might suddenly disappear one day."

Jiang Zhunian snorted coldly, his voice revealing a kind of disdain and contempt, and turned around to leave, as if Ling Xiao's existence was just a breeze to him.

However, just as he was about to take that step, a cold and firm voice suddenly came from behind him: "Wait!"

Ling Xiao's voice was like a voice coming from a thousand-year-old ice, without a trace of warmth. He stared at Jiang Zhunian's back with a sharp gaze, and said word by word: "You were threatening me just now, right? And you were threatening me with the lives of my innocent friends?"

Jiang Zhunian smiled complacently when he heard this. He had already heard that Ling Xiao was a man who valued friendship and loyalty, and treated his friends like brothers. If he threatened Ling Xiao with his friends, he would definitely surrender.

"That's right! Are you scared?" Jiang Zhunian turned around and looked at Ling Xiao provocatively, as if he had already seen the scene of Ling Xiao succumbing to his threat.

However, Ling Xiao's reaction was beyond his expectations. Ling Xiao did not show any fear or retreat, but instead raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura burst out from Ling Xiao's body. This aura seemed to come from the underworld, cold and sharp. Then, an invisible sword intent instantly bloomed from him. It was the soul technique he had practiced for many years - the God-killing Sword Intent!
The God-Slaying Sword Intent did not bring about any spectacular scene. It was like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky and instantly enveloped Jiang Zhunian.

This sword intent seemed to come from another dimension, silently permeating the air without attracting anyone's attention. Even most of the warriors present did not feel this terrifying sword intent.

Among the crowd present, only two or three people caught the sudden fluctuation of soul power. These warriors with keen perception were startled, and their eyes revealed shock and confusion.

Jiang Zhunian was one of them. He stared with his eyes wide open, unable to believe his eyes. He never dreamed that this seemingly ordinary young man in front of him would dare to take action directly on the territory of the Tianxiahui.

This is Tianxiahui, a martial arts organization that respects the strong and has strict rules. Any behavior that challenges its majesty will be severely punished. Is this kid crazy?

Jiang Zhunian had mixed emotions in his heart. He considered himself a master of the Martial Soul Realm and had already reached the third level of the Martial Soul Realm.

In his opinion, he was already a top existence in this land and should be respected and feared by everyone. However, the boy in front of him completely ignored his existence and directly launched an attack, which was undoubtedly a great provocation to him.

Facing the attack of soul arts, Jiang Zhunian felt unprecedented pressure. He knew the power of soul arts very well, which was a terrifying force that could directly attack the soul of a warrior.

Although he was also a warrior, his means seemed so insufficient when facing the attack of soul arts. He could only subconsciously mobilize all his soul power to try to form a solid barrier, hoping to block this terrible attack.

However, he soon discovered that his soul barrier was as fragile as paper under the attack of soul arts. Although he was a master of the third level of the martial soul realm, he was a pseudo martial soul realm because he had not even awakened the most basic martial soul.

Without the support of his martial soul, his soul power seemed extremely fragile, and he was simply unable to compete with Ling Xiao, who possessed a real martial soul.

Jiang Zhunian was filled with despair. He knew that he was powerless to save the situation. He could only watch as Ling Xiao's soul attack got closer and stronger, until it completely devoured him...

puff!
A crisp and piercing sound echoed in the air, as if a sharp sword had cut through the silent night sky. This sound, with an indescribable horror and shock, made people shudder.

Then, a scream of "Ah——" burst out from Jiang Zhunian's mouth. The scream was shrill and piercing, like the roar of a beast in despair. His face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were filled with fear and pain.

Jiang Zhunian stood there, his body seemed to be frozen, motionless. However, his soul was seriously wounded. Although it was not completely destroyed, the pain that penetrated deep into his bones was almost unbearable for him.

He felt as if his soul was being strangled madly by an invisible force, and every breath was like dancing on the edge of a knife.

He was angry and terrified. If Ling Xiao was stronger, he might have died.

That blow was almost fatal to him. He had never thought that a boy of only seventeen could burst out with such terrifying power. This boy, who was only at the first level of the Primordial Realm, almost crushed his soul. This was simply unbelievable.

At this moment, Jiang Zhunian's soul was severely damaged, and he couldn't even control his body. He felt as if he was bound by an invisible force and couldn't move. He struggled to break free, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

His heart was filled with murderous intent towards Ling Xiao. If this boy didn't die, the entire Jiang family would never have peace. He wondered angrily who this young man was and how he could possess such terrifying strength.

"He is indeed worthy of being Jiang Xiruo's child." Jiang Zhunian said gritting his teeth, "As evil as his mother." He recalled Jiang Xiruo of the past, the woman who once made the entire Jiang family tremble.

If Jiang Xiruo hadn't been too sentimental and been plotted against by her own people, how would the Jiang family have had the chance to take her down?