Chapter 13057 Leave the rest to me

The black sword seemed to have life, constantly consuming her internal energy and physical strength, which made her feel more and more exhausted, making her already exhausted body even worse.

She could feel that her breath was rapidly drying up and her strength was gradually draining away, as if she would collapse at any moment and never be able to stand up again.

However, even in such a desperate situation, Jiang Xiruo's eyes were still firm and resolute, without the slightest wavering. She knew that she could not fall down, because behind her, there were everything she cherished - her family, her beliefs, and the revenge she pursued.

The Ji family ancestor, the once high and mighty guardian of the family, was now furious, his voice filled with endless hatred and murderous intent. His words were like a cold blade, piercing Jiang Xiruo's heart word by word, making her feel unprecedented humiliation and despair.

Not only did he want to kill her, he also wanted to kill her son in front of her, and then send her and her sister Jiang Xiqing to the brothel in the Demon Suppression Mansion, letting them suffer the humiliation of being trampled by thousands of people. For the ancestor of the Ji family, such a punishment might be the greatest revenge and humiliation for Jiang Xiruo.

The anger and hatred of the Ji family ancestor came from his deep feelings and sense of responsibility for the family. He knew very well how much effort and sacrifice were needed to maintain the honor and peace of a family. However, all of this was destroyed overnight by Jiang Xiruo.

He hated her determination, her ruthlessness, and even more so the devastating blow she dealt to his family. This hatred burned like a raging fire in his heart, making him lose his former calmness and rationality, and he only wanted to vent his anger and unwillingness in the most cruel way.

"If you dare to touch my son, I will fight you to the death!" Jiang Xiruo's voice was hoarse and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with unquestionable determination.

She stared at the ancestor of the Ji family. Her originally clear and bright eyes were now full of bloodshot, and her ferocious look revealed an almost crazy stubbornness and indomitable spirit.

Her body trembled slightly with anger and pain, but even so, she still tried her best to maintain her standing posture and not let herself fall down, as if as long as she had a breath left, she would fight to the end with this arrogant ancestor of the Ji family.

"The Ji family is in this situation today, all thanks to you!" Her voice was filled with endless hatred and grief. "If you hadn't harmed my Jiang family, my husband, and my son in order to marry me to your unlucky son, how could the Ji family have ended up like this today! Do you know that everything you do will become a catalyst for the decline of your family, and you will destroy everything you regard as a treasure with your own hands!"

Upon hearing this, the Ji family's ancestor curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer. That smile contained both mockery of Jiang Xiruo's ignorance and pride that his plan was about to succeed.

He said no more, raised his hand and waved again, and the huge fire snake in the sky roared out again, with destructive power, and rushed straight towards Jiang Xiruo. The scales of the fire snake flickered with strange light in the firelight, and each scale was like a sharp blade that could cut through space, which was daunting.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiruo was unwilling to give up, but her body had already reached its limit. She used up her last bit of strength and waved the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in her hand, trying to resist this fatal blow. However, the power of the fire snake was too strong, far beyond her imagination.

With a deafening roar, she was blown away by the huge impact force, like a kite with a broken string, drawing a long arc in the air, and finally falling heavily on the ground hundreds of feet away.

The moment she landed, Jiang Xiruo felt as if her internal organs were shattered, and the pain was unbearable. She struggled to get up, but her body seemed to be pressed down by a heavy burden, unable to move.

The backlash force was raging in her body, and her physical and internal energy were rapidly draining away. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword also lay limply beside her, and she could no longer lift it.

The cold laughter of the Ji family ancestor echoed in the air, as if even the air was frozen. He raised his foot and stepped into the air, with lotus flowers blooming in every step, approaching Jiang Xiruo with an indomitable majesty. However, at this decisive moment, he suddenly stopped, his movement was so abrupt, as if he was restrained by some invisible force.

His gaze passed over Jiang Xiruo's shaky figure, penetrated the chaos and smoke around her, and fell behind her. There, a young man had quietly stood there. His appearance seemed to be a bright spot in this gloomy world, which could not be ignored.

The young man was tall and straight, with a handsome face and masculine aura, and his brows revealed a calmness and determination beyond his age. However, what was even more striking was the terrifying demonic aura surrounding him. It was a deep, ancient and dangerous aura that seemed to devour all light and hope, making people feel awe and dare not look directly at it.

This young man is Ling Xiao, Jiang Xiruo's beloved son, and also a variable that the Ji family's ancestor had never expected.

Ling Xiao walked forward quickly and held his mother Jiang Xiruo's body steadily, his eyes full of heartache and concern. He said softly: "Mom, you have done enough. Let your son handle the rest." As he spoke, he seemed to have grown up a lot overnight. His protection and responsibility for his mother were touching.

After saying that, Ling Xiao took out a precious pill from his arms and carefully fed it to Jiang Xiruo. After the pill entered her body, Jiang Xiruo's pale complexion seemed to have improved a little, but her eyes were still full of worry and reluctance.

Ling Xiao gently patted the back of his mother's hand to comfort her, and then handed her over to the care of Jin Yan and others behind him.

After everything was arranged, Ling Xiao slowly stood up and looked at the Ji family ancestor with a sharp gaze. He had picked up the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand at some point. The black demonic energy flowed on the sword, which complemented the demonic energy surrounding him, making him look even more majestic and invincible.

"You must be Ji Haisheng, the father of the short-lived Ji Tianyan." Ling Xiao's voice was calm and deep, as if it could penetrate the dust of time and hit people's hearts.

He stood there, his posture upright, like an unshakable mountain. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand exuded a monstrous demonic aura, like the oppression before a storm, making the entire space tremble. Even a strong man like Ji Haisheng couldn't help but feel a trace of pressure from this young man.

However, this pressure was nothing more than a breeze to Ji Haisheng, insignificant. He smiled contemptuously, with a disdainful arc at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of contempt and disdain for Ling Xiao.