Xu Xing unleashed Xu Family Swordplay and attacked Jiang Ping An.
The Xu Family members watched from behind.
They had no fear for Xu Xing. As the most outstanding God Core Realm cultivator of his generation in the Xu Family, his talent had earned him personal guidance from the Xu Family's Old Ancestor.
On the front lines, he had slain three cultivators of the same realm and made a name for himself.
With the room's barrier formation to help him, dealing with one cultivator of the same realm would be a breeze.
Yet just as Xu Xing charged at Jiang Ping An with sword in hand, his body abruptly froze, and he fell to the ground.
The Xu Family members waiting to enjoy the show stared as Xu Xing collapsed, every trace of his soul's presence gone. They stood rooted to the spot, unable to react.
Xu Xing... was dead!
How? What had happened? How had Xu Xing died?
Someone realized what had happened and cried out, "A Soul God! He cultivates the soul!"
After their stunned disbelief came boundless terror.
Xu Xing, the strongest among them, was dead. How could ordinary people like them possibly stand a chance?
Xu Gao Yu, his face bruised and swollen, shuddered violently and roared, "You actually dared to kill my brother! Do you know what our Xu Family—"
Before he could finish, his body suddenly caved in, compressing him into a ball.
"Argh!"
Xu Gao Yu screamed in agony.
Jiang Ping An kept tightening the force of his soul. Invisible Soul Power crushed Xu Gao Yu's body inward, the cracks of shattering bones plainly audible, until he had shrunk into a dark-red ball of flesh the size of a fist.
"A worthless family raises nothing but fools."
Jiang Ping An swept his gaze