Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "The head of my Duanmu family, the strong man who once led us to glory, has fallen... This is not only a personal loss for the head of the family, but also a heavy blow to our entire Duanmu family."

Obviously, Ling Xiao's guess was correct. The man killed by him and Long Chen was indeed the head of the Duanmu family. But unfortunately, they are not here at the moment, otherwise they can be happy.

After all, the one who was killed was the head of the Duanmu family, the most famous family in the entire Western Wilderness.

The green-robed old man heard the words and raised a grim smile at the corner of his mouth. The smile was full of ridicule and disdain for the weak:

"Then you should take revenge, right? Now your Duanmu family has become an mortal enemy with that kid. If you don't kill him, he will find you sooner or later and completely destroy your Duanmu family. At that time, you won't even have a chance to disband."

The middle-aged man heard the words and smiled bitterly, and the smile was full of helplessness and despair.

He shook his head and said, "I want revenge, but the head of the family is the strongest in our Duanmu family. He has been killed. What can we do? The rest of us are just some remnants. How can we compete with that kid? At most, we can disband the Duanmu family and escape on our own."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's voice was a little choked. He knew very well what this decision meant. The Duanmu family, this once prominent martial arts family, may really disappear.

And he, as a senior member of the family, was powerless to change all this. He could only watch the glory and splendor of the family slowly disappear in the long river of time.

The green-robed old man slowly turned around, looking at the middle-aged man with a sharp gaze, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. There was both sarcasm and helplessness in that smile:

"Disband? Humph, you agree, will others agree? Those old ministers who have followed your master for many years, those disciples who are loyal to the Duanmu family, will they easily give up this glory that has been passed down for thousands of years?

Don't be fanciful. From what I know about Ling Xiao, that guy is a madman who will take revenge for every little grievance. He never acts according to common sense. Do you really think that if you disband, he will give up and stop taking revenge?"

The old man's words were like a sharp blade, cutting the fantasy in the middle-aged man's heart. The middle-aged man's face became paler. He knew that what the old man said was true. Ling Xiao's style of doing things was indeed elusive and even more difficult to guard against.

"What's more," the green-robed old man's words sounded again, with a hint of imperceptible chill.

"As far as I know, your patriarch seems to have a son. That young man who is highly expected should be learning in a large sect in Zhenhun Mansion, right?

He is gifted and his realm has long surpassed your patriarch. If he learns that his father died a violent death, what do you think he will do? Will he choose to endure it, or will he come back to take revenge at all costs?"

At this point, the green-robed old man's eyes became extremely sharp, as if he had seen the scene where the young man was furious and vowed to avenge his father after learning the truth.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but tremble slightly when he heard this. He knew very well that once the young man came back, what kind of disaster would it bring to the Duanmu family.

"It seems that we really have no other choice? Can we only be used by you and become pawns in your hands?" The middle-aged man was a little unwilling, and there was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his voice.

He knew very well that he was in a dilemma at the moment. No matter which path he chose, it would be full of thorns and difficulties. However, facing the threats and inducements from the green-robed old man, he had to make a choice, because he had no way out.

The green-robed old man shook his head gently, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly:

"This is wrong. Although the Duanmu family is strong, it is not indispensable in the martial arts world. Without your Duanmu family, we will continue to pursue it. Since the treasure has appeared in the world, it will inevitably attract the covetousness of countless strong men.

However, are you really willing to accept this? Not only did you lose dozens of high-level Tianhe Realm strongmen, but even the head of the family died here, but you still haven't got the treasure you dreamed of..."

At this point, the green-robed old man's tone revealed a bit of regret and ridicule, as if he was watching a farce end. His eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into the heart of the middle-aged man, making the latter unable to avoid it.

The middle-aged man, Duanmu Kan, was haggard at this moment, with empty eyes, as if he had lost all his strength.

He was silent, without saying a word, but silently bearing every bit of weight in the words of the green-robed old man. He knew very well that what the old man said was true. The Duanmu family did suffer heavy losses in this struggle, but what they got was only endless emptiness and despair.

Seeing this, the green-robed old man sneered, and that smile contained both mockery of the Duanmu family's defeat and pride in his own goal.

He slowly said: "Duanmu Kan, you should be the one in power in the Duanmu family now, right? Once the head of the family dies, you can decide everything. What to do, think about it yourself, I won't force you."

After that, the figure of the green-robed old man began to become blurred, as if swallowed by an invisible force.

His voice echoed in the air, but it was gradually fading away until it disappeared completely. Only Duanmu Kan was left standing alone in the empty ground, facing the endless vastness and unknown.

At this moment, Duanmu Kan's heart was filled with complex emotions. There were worries about the future of the family, nostalgia for deceased relatives, and fear of unknown challenges.

However, he knew better that no matter how bumpy the road ahead was, he had to make a choice, because he was the hope of the Duanmu family and the future of the Duanmu family.

Not long after the green-robed old man left, a breeze blew by, bringing a hint of unusual breath.

Then, a young man appeared on the side like a flash of lightning. He was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, with fluttering sleeves, like an immortal walking out of a painting.

Seeing this young man in gorgeous clothes, Duanmu Kan's face suddenly changed, and he bowed down quickly, with a hint of awe and excitement in his voice: "Young Master!"

This person was Duanmu Xi, the only son of Duanmu Hong, the head of the Duanmu family! His face was stern, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness and domineering, as if the entire martial arts world was trembling under his feet.

Duanmu Xi's eyes were like torches as he scanned the surroundings, his voice as cold as ice: "My Duanmu family shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess, and now even my father's life has been lost! This is a shame for my Duanmu family, and even more so for me! What the hell do you do for a living!"