Chapter 12932: You old men, die!

What would the world say? The mockery, ridicule, and even pointing fingers would be like sharp blades, ruthlessly cutting the hearts of everyone in the Jiang family.

As the helmsman and guardian of the Jiang family, how could they tolerate such humiliation befalling the family? How could they let their descendants live with such a bad reputation? For them, this possibility was nothing short of a nightmare, a disaster they tried their best to avoid.

Therefore, they were filled with unprecedented determination and resoluteness. Ling Xiao, this young and powerful being, must die. Because only his death could cut off this series of chain reactions and prevent the Jiang family's secrets and scandals from being completely exposed.

At the same time, Jiang Xiqing, the equally talented woman who has a close relationship with Ling Xiao, must also die together. Only in this way can the influence of this lineage in the Jiang family and the entire cultivation world be completely eliminated, and everything can return to peace.

As for Jiang Xiruo, they might choose to spare her life, but they would also take every possible means to make her lose all her strength and talent, turning her into an ordinary waste.

In this way, even if she was alive, she would no longer pose any threat to the Jiang family, and would no longer make the world think of that once glorious family.

In their view, although such a choice is cruel, it is for the overall interests and future of the family. Only in this way can they cover up their past mistakes and stupidity and maintain the shaky dignity and glory of the Jiang family.

They knew very well what kind of pain and sacrifice such a decision would bring, but for the benefit and survival of the family, they had no choice but to be ruthless and nip all possible threats in the bud.

"Yes!" This brief and firm answer echoed like thunder in the empty field, stirring up layers of sound waves, foreshadowing the upcoming fierce confrontation. The remaining fourteen strong men stood tall like pine trees, and their momentum reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

There was determination and fierceness in their eyes, as if they wanted to concentrate all their strength at this moment.

As the true energy in their bodies surged, drops of blood essence containing powerful vitality shot out from their fingertips, cut through the air, and landed accurately in mid-air with brilliant light.

These essences and blood intertwined and collided in the air, arranging and combining themselves as if they had life, forming complex runes and patterns, emitting a terrifying aura that made people's heart palpitate.

The power contained in these essences and bloods was constantly stimulated in the process of mutual fusion, producing even more terrifying power. The air was filled with a sense of oppression and heaviness, as if even the space was trembling at this moment.

The wind around seemed to have stopped flowing, and all living creatures held their breath, witnessing this shocking showdown that was about to take place.

In this tense and solemn atmosphere, Jiang Xiruo lay there quietly, her face as pale as paper, but her eyes revealed an anxiety and worry that was hard to conceal.

She was trying her best to heal her wounds and recover her strength, but her concern for Ling Xiao's safety prevented her from fully concentrating. She kept looking in the direction of Ling Xiao, where all the dangers and threats were concentrated, making her feel helpless and irritated.

The blood that inadvertently seeped from the corner of her mouth showed her inner anxiety and pain vividly.

She knew very well that she was incapable of providing any help to Ling Xiao in her current state, and this feeling of powerlessness made her feel extremely frustrated and self-blaming. However, just when she was about to be overwhelmed by this emotion, a gentle but firm voice sounded in her ears.

"Mom, don't worry. Without Jiang Taishan, these people are nothing in my eyes. Just focus on healing your wounds and leave this to me." Ling Xiao's voice was like a spring breeze, instantly dispelling the haze in Jiang Xiruo's heart.

His words were full of confidence and determination, as if no matter what difficulties and challenges he faced, he could deal with them calmly and overcome the dangers.

This confidence and strength not only made Jiang Xiruo feel at ease and comforted, but also made her full of infinite expectations and hope for Ling Xiao's future.

Although Jiang Xiruo's heart was still filled with a trace of worry, when her eyes caught the sunny smile on Ling Xiao's face that seemed to dispel all the haze, the worry miraculously faded away a little.

That smile was warm and firm, as if it contained endless courage and confidence, making Jiang Xiruo involuntarily believe that her son, the child who had grown up under her wings, might have grown into a stronger man with more tenacity and extraordinary strength than she had imagined.

She thought to herself, perhaps, he really had the ability to make these old men who claimed to be strong pay a heavy price for their underestimation of the enemy and arrogance.

"I want to see how you old bastards can stop me!" Ling Xiao's voice resounded through the sky, with unquestionable dominance and determination. He floated lightly into the air, like a god of war about to descend on the battlefield, surrounded by a faint spiritual light, which was the surging spiritual power in his body ready to move.

In his hands, two shocking weapons appeared at the same time - one was the Bloodthirsty Sword Soul, its blade as red as blood, as if it could devour the blood of all living creatures, releasing a terrifying aura that made people's heart palpitate; the other was the God-Slaying Sword Soul, its blade as silver-white as snow, revealing a biting cold light, as if it could cut off all obstacles and constraints in the world.

With a low roar from Ling Xiao, he suddenly swung the bloodthirsty sword soul, and a huge and powerful sword light instantly burst out, like lightning that cuts through the night sky, or like a huge wave in the raging sea, sweeping towards the enemy with the power to destroy the world.

The blade light seemed to contain endless killing and anger, making everyone present feel unprecedented oppression and fear.

Then, Ling Xiao turned around, and the God-Slaying Sword Soul stabbed out like a dragon out of the sea. The sword light was like a weave, the sword shadows were heavy, and each sword light was as agile as a living thing. The roar was deafening, as if a demon awakened in the middle of the night, wantonly venting its anger and dissatisfaction.

Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, the air seemed to be torn apart, forming shocking cracks, demonstrating the terrifying power of the sword.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to be the master of the battlefield, fighting against numerous powerful enemies with his own strength. Each of his attacks was precise and deadly, making it impossible to ignore his existence and strength.

Jiang Xiruo watched all this quietly from the side, with worry and pride in her eyes. She knew that her son was proving everything in his own way.

Following Ling Xiao's roar that resounded through the sky, his attack poured out like a violent storm. (End of this chapter)