Chapter 13055 No one can survive

As Jiang Xiruo shook her wrist lightly, the long sword instantly turned into a dazzling sword light, cutting through the sky, carrying the power to destroy 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 violent forces, and 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 bit by bit, the pavilions collapsed, the pavilions shattered, and countless exquisite decorations and precious treasures were turned into dust under this force.

At the same time, along with the collapse of the building, there were screams one after another, which were the wailing and struggle of the Ji family 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 heaven and earth changed color. In the dust and smoke, Jiang Xiruo's figure was extremely clear. She held a long sword and stood on the ruins, 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 emotion fluctuation. Her eyes were like two bottomless cold pools, not reflecting any ripples of emotion.

She continued to swing the sword in her hand. Every time a sword beam was released, it was accompanied by a violent fluctuation of energy between heaven and earth. Those sword beams were like the tentacles of the god of death, ruthlessly tearing apart every inch of space in the Ji family's ancestral home and reducing it to nothing.

In her heart, those years of imprisonment were like cold shackles, tightly binding her body and mind. Twenty years, for a warrior, is such a long time.

She lost her freedom, her husband, and even almost lost her only son. The despair of being alone, like the biting cold wind in winter, constantly eroded her heart.

She was angry. This anger was anger at the injustice of fate and hatred for the ruthless persecution of the Ji family. She wanted revenge, and wanted the Ji family to also taste the pain and despair she had endured. This obsession burned in her heart like a raging fire, devouring her reason and emotions.

The influence of the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword further added fuel to the flames. It was like an evil guide, leading Jiang Xiruo step by step into the abyss.

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

"Jiang Xiruo, my Ji family admits defeat, why don't you stop!" A hoarse roar came from deep inside the Ji family, the voice was full of despair and unwillingness. The Ji family had suffered heavy losses in this catastrophe and was almost on the verge of extinction. Some people were scared and wanted to beg for mercy, but they couldn't bring themselves to show their ridiculous arrogance.

However, Jiang Xiruo's face remained as cold as ice, without any emotion. She moved her wrist slightly, and the long sword came out of the sheath like a dragon's roar, and the tip of the sword pointed at the Ji family member who was about to speak.

The sword flashed, as fast as lightning. Before the man could even react, he was swallowed up by the sword light and turned into nothingness in an instant, leaving only a piece of ash that drifted away with the wind.

This scene, like a replay of history, made Jiang Xiruo's memories surge again. She had knelt so humbly outside the gate of the Ji family, tears mixed with dust, and begged in a hoarse voice that the Ji family would let her husband and son go.

At that time, her heart was filled with attachment and reluctance to leave her family, but she could only watch the Ji family's indifference and ruthlessness destroying her world bit by bit.

The Ji family finally chose to kill. Her husband fell in a pool of blood, and her son Ling Xiao almost died. At that moment, her heart was colder and harder than ever before.

She swore to make the Ji family pay the price and make those who had hurt her feel the same pain and despair.

Now, she stood on the ruins of the Ji family, holding a long sword and looking at them with a sharp gaze. She was no longer the humble supplicant, but a true goddess of vengeance. Her heart was filled with anger and hatred, and these emotions turned into the sword in her hand, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Ji family members.

"How dare you!" Not far away, another Ji family warrior stepped forward, shouting with a bit of reluctance and indignation. However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Xiruo's contemptuous gaze.

She swung her sword away, her movements smooth and flowing, without the slightest delay. The warrior didn't even have a chance to resist before he was killed by the sword and turned into ashes.

"I'm going too far today!" Jiang Xiruo's voice was cold and resolute. She looked around, and wherever her eyes went, the Ji family members were terrified and fled in all directions. However, she did not hesitate at all, and continued to swing her sword, with sword beams weaving like weaving, staining every inch of the Ji family's land with the breath of blood and death.

"No one in your Ji family will survive today!" Her voice echoed in the ruins, filled with endless hatred and determination. No one in the Ji family dared to step forward, and they could only run for their lives, trying to escape this catastrophe. And Jiang Xiruo, like a cold death, chased after them, vowing to completely destroy the Ji family.

Jiang Xiruo seemed to have transformed into a ruthless god of destruction. Her figure shuttled through the Ji family mansion, and every step she took was accompanied by the disappearance of life and the collapse of buildings.

There was not a trace of hesitation or compassion in her eyes, only endless indifference and determination. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in her hand became the sharpest weapon in her hand. Every swing was accompanied by a thunderous roar. Wherever the sword passed, whether it was a person or an object, it was reduced to nothing.

Huang Hai witnessed all this from a distance, and an indescribable fear surged in his heart. He had never seen such a horrific scene, let alone such a determined avenger. Jiang Xiruo's figure, which seemed to have walked out of hell, made him take a few steps back involuntarily, fearing that he would also become a ghost under her sword.

Huang Xiangu was also shocked. She murmured to herself, "I never thought that the Ji family would end up like this. After Ji Tianyan's death, the Ji family seemed to have lost its backbone and became so vulnerable." Her tone contained both the emotion of the Ji family's decline and the shock of Jiang Xiruo's strength.

However, Huang Hai did not completely lose his mind. He shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't forget that there is still an ancestor of the Ji family who has not yet appeared." (End of this chapter)