"By the way, my master said that considering you've behaved well, this time we'll only kill Jian Ruchao. But if there's a next time, your Sword Clan will face total annihilation."
Ling Xiao didn't hide the matter of killing Jian Ruchao.
Because even if he didn't admit it, the Sword Clan would still blame him.
However, he didn't say he killed him himself, but rather that Jian Ruchao died at the hands of his master.
After speaking, he vanished into the sky.
Jian Kun stood there, his body continuously trembling.
It was fear.
And anger.
And anxiety.
"Father, even Uncle Ruchao has been killed, are we just going to sit here and wait for death?" Jian Liufeng felt he was about to go crazy.
In the past, before Ling Xiao set foot in the Upper Baxian Mountain, he was so confident and arrogant.
So unbeatable.
And now, he was so pathetic.
"Of course, we can't just sit and wait for death. But do you have any good ideas?"
Jian Kun coldly asked.
"Father, I do have a good idea."
