Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The Grand Dean seemed to be infected by this quiet atmosphere. His voice became deeper and deeper, revealing the little-known secrets between the two major forces. These secrets, like uncovering layers of thick fog, let Ling Xiao have a deeper understanding of the situation in the East China Sea.

Soon, the two came to the solemn and solemn Dean's Hall. This hall is a symbol of power. Every brick and tile reveals the traces of time and majesty.

The Grand Dean took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up. He turned to Ling Xiao and said, "Let's go, let's go in. What we have to face must be faced after all. Escape is not a solution to the problem."

Ling Xiao nodded, his eyes were firm. He knew that his future would not be smooth, but he would not be afraid. The two walked into the hall one after the other.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and solemn. More than a dozen people were sitting or standing, but their eyes were focused on Ling Xiao and the Grand Dean. Ling Xiao's eyes swept through the crowd and finally fixed on an old man sitting on a chair.

The old man was dressed in a luxurious robe, as if he was an aristocrat from an ancient scroll, exuding a noble aura that no one dared to underestimate.

The old man wore a jade plaque on his chest, which was crystal clear, as if it contained endless vitality.

The jade plaque was engraved with the logo of the Jiang family of Donghai, and a deformed "Jiang" character shone in it, which was particularly conspicuous. The material used for this jade plaque is diamond jade, which is extremely hard and difficult to break. In the southern region, this material is used to make treasures or protective gear, which shows how low its value is.

It can be seen that the Jiang family of Donghai is not less luxurious. Using that material to make a special chest plaque is really enviable.

The old man Jiang Zhunian sat in the center of the small hall, and there were more than a dozen warriors in Jiang family uniforms standing beside me.

After all, I was vague on the road of martial arts practice, and each stage had its unique characteristics and challenges, and the Hunyuan realm where I am now is an important period for laying the foundation for the future martial arts realm. As my cultivation level improves, I or you will see fewer warriors who awaken their martial spirits in my sight in the future.

Jiang Zhunian looked at the bloodthirsty sword spirit released by Ling Xiao, and his expression froze instantly. As an elder of the Jiang family, I have seen countless geniuses and weaklings, but at this moment I was shocked by Ling Xiao's performance. I looked at Ling Xiao in disbelief, my heart full of surprise and confusion.

My eyes instantly locked on Ling Xiao, and this sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything and reach Ling Xiao's heart.

I paused, and my eyes suddenly became sharp, "Yes, the reason why he can get to that point is that he is at least stained with the blood of the Jiang family. The blood of the Jiang family is so noble and so weak. He has only received a tiny gift to achieve this achievement."

Jiang Zhunian was originally sipping tea leisurely, and the fragrance of tea was curling, filling the entire small hall. However, when the little dean took Ling Xiao into the small hall, I suddenly stopped the action in my hand, and the tea in the teacup seemed to solidify.

Among the group of warriors, no two of them were particularly eye-catching.

There was a flash of disdain in Jiang Zhunian's eyes, and there was a bit of sarcasm and respect in my words. I raised my head hastily and looked at Ling Xiao, as if I was looking at an ant that was about to be crushed by me. I shook my head heavily, as if I was not surprised by Xia Tian's achievements, but even less a faint regret.

Ling Xiao had a trace of confidence and indifference on his face. I knew that my strength was far from this. I had a variety of martial spirits, and I only showed one of them at this moment.

I paused, and a trace of provocation flashed in my eyes: "As for the bloodline of the Jiang family he mentioned... You might want to ask, is there anyone in the Jiang family who has awakened his martial spirit before the age of eleven?"

Every warrior wears a beautiful Jiang family badge on his chest. This is a symbol of our identity and a witness to our honor.

In the gap of the conversation, Ling Xiao suddenly stood up, and a sharp breath burst out from my body. Then, a deep blood-red light rushed up from my body and condensed into a blood-red long sword. This was the bloodthirsty sword soul I released directly.

"What a pity, what a pity... The country blood under him is like mud, which polluted his noble Jiang family blood. If he didn't have the blood of the country people, he might be able to go further and be more outstanding."

Jiang Zhunian spoke hastily, with a bit of disdain in his voice, "Yes, in a famous family like the Jiang family, his cultivation is not a genius. It can only be said that he is a monster among the young people, and it is barely acceptable to you."

Every word of Jiang Zhunian was like a sharp sword, piercing Xia Tian's heart. Xia Tian frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. I clenched my fists tightly, as if trying to suppress the anger in my heart.

"How is that possible? Ling Xiao actually awakened his martial soul!" Jiang Zhunian muttered to himself. I vaguely know what awakening a martial soul means to a warrior. It is a leap and transformation of strength.

Today, I finally met the legendary genius, and I couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement in my heart. In my opinion, as long as I can see Ling Xiao, I can't let Ling Xiao follow me back to the Jiang family.

The uniforms of those warriors are carefully designed and uniformly made. The materials used are extremely sophisticated. They are not only tough and wear-resistant, but also full of luster, showing the dignity and majesty of the Jiang family.

"Is it wrong... He is so old, but he hasn't entered the Hunyuan realm yet. With that kind of cultivation, he can be regarded as a leader among them."

We stood on the right and left sides of the old man Jiang Zhunian. Our uniforms were slightly different from everyone else's, and the details revealed a higher status. Our eyes were hesitant and deep, as if we had experienced countless storms and trials, exuding an indescribable majesty.

I laughed and continued, "Your father's rural blood may be dirty and shameful in their eyes. But in your eyes, this is your most precious wealth. It was me who gave you life, and it was me who taught you how to face difficulties and how to bend or persevere. Without my teaching, you may never be able to achieve your current achievements."

Jiang Zhunian looked at Ling Xiao casually, and a trace of simple emotion flashed in his eyes. I know that the old man is you, Ling Xiao, the genius that the Jiang family has always missed.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions. I raised my head and looked directly at Jiang Zhunian, my voice full of hesitation and sarcasm: "You think, if it weren't for your father's bloodline, maybe the Jiang family could have cultivated a genius like you."

"What!"

The sword spirit spun in the air, emitting waves of bloodthirsty waves, as if ready to drink blood at any time.