So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Mrs. Lan figured it out and stopped worrying about it.

She looked at Ling Jiuze.

"You came to see me, is there something going on? I always feel that you seem to be a lot more depressed recently."

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been a demon cultivator.

Ling Jiuze looked indifferent, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"Mother, I must make Ling Jiuan die. But I can't wait any longer. As for Ling Jiucheng, I also want to..."

Before he could finish, Madam Lan interrupted him.

"Don't even think about it! Not only does your eldest brother have the power of the Ling family behind him, but he also has the support of the Lin family. Your maternal grandfather is weak and cannot give you such great support. The Lin family doesn't care about Ling Jiuan because everyone says that Ling Jiuan killed Lin Zhiyao. But Ling Jiucheng is different, he is Lin Zhiyao's son. Do you think I don't want to kill him? But we must act cautiously and not bring disaster to the family!"

When Ling Jiuze heard this, a trace of unwillingness and anger flashed in his eyes.

He knew that what his mother said was true, but the hatred in his heart was hard to calm down.

He clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Mother, I understand."

He whispered, turning and leaving Mrs. Lan's yard.

He knew that he had to be patient and wait for the opportunity.

One day, he will kill Ling Jiuan and Ling Jiucheng with his own hands and take back everything for his mother and himself!

After Ling Jiuze left, Mrs. Lan sighed, her brows furrowed, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

She felt that her son was becoming increasingly out of control.

His heart was full of hatred and ambition, which made her worried and helpless.

However, she also understood that Ling Jiuze would have to grow up and learn to face everything on his own.

As long as his heart is still with her, as long as he still wants to bring honor to her as a mother, then she will not say anything more.

Ling Jiuan and Chen Yan were still quite far away from Xinghuo City.

The heavy flood that day washed her and Lei Tingyi to the border of Xinghuo City, making their journey back extremely difficult.

To get back to Xinghuo City, even if they hurried as fast as they could, it would take her and Chen Yan at least three days.

However, things are unpredictable and troubles always come unexpectedly.

Just as they were on their way, the second wave of killers arrived quietly.

This time, there are no masters in the killer lineup, and most of them are in the middle Jindan stage or below.

Despite this, their numbers are large and they are all well-trained, so this is undoubtedly a tough battle for Ling Jiuan and Chen Yan.

Faced with the sudden killer, Ling Jiuan and Chen Yan responded quickly.

Ling Jiuan was fighting against several assassins in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm alone. She held the Chiyu Sword in her hand, the sword light was as fast as lightning, her body was agile, and she slashed at the enemy with one sword after another.

Her swordsmanship is sharp and accurate, and each sword is aimed directly at the enemy's vital points.

At the same time, Chen Yan was responsible for dealing with other killers with lower cultivation levels.

He knew very well that his strength was inferior to Ling Jiuan, so he focused more on protecting Ling Jiuan and ensuring that she could concentrate on fighting those killers in the middle stage of Jindan.

Facing twelve cultivators in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, Ling Jiuan was indeed finding it a bit difficult.

Although her cultivation was not weak, the other side had a large number of people, and they were all well-trained and cooperated well.

Every time she swung the sword, she had to use all her strength to barely resist the opponent's attack.

One of the monks looked at Ling Jiuan, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes and his tone was contemptuous.

"You little bitch, you have delicate skin and tender flesh. If you surrender, you can die quickly and with less pain."

When Ling Jiuan heard this, his expression changed and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

She gripped the Akabane sword tightly, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly.

"Let's fight, why bother talking so much nonsense!"

As Ling Jiuan finished her words, the Chiyu sword in her hand seemed to sense her determination. The sword light suddenly surged and turned into a sharp sword light, rushing straight towards the monk who mocked her.

The battle escalated again, and both sides tried their best.

However, Ling Jiuan became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and her swordsmanship became more and more fierce.

Facing the siege of the crowd, Ling Jiuan did not retreat.

However, these killers were no ordinary people. They quickly set up an ingenious formation and trapped Jiuan inside it.

This formation was obviously designed to target Ling Jiuan. Every point in the formation restricted her movements just right, making it difficult for her to exert her full strength.

At the same time, the killers also began to launch a fierce attack, trying to kill Jiuan with one blow in this formation.

Ling Jiuan felt a chill in his heart.

"Damn it! These lousy monks!"

Ling Jiuan swept his sword, and the sword energy of the Chiyu sword was everywhere, but the formation did not move at all.

One of the monks laughed wildly upon seeing this.

"Suffer to death!"

Afterwards, several balls of spiritual power hit Ling Jiuan like a storm.

Ling Jiuan only felt a huge force rushing at her. She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. She half-knelt on the ground, her face as pale as paper.

Seeing this, everyone planned to give Ling Jiuan a fatal blow to end the battle.

However, at the critical moment, a spear flew like lightning and hit one of the monks accurately.

The monk was obviously overwhelmed and caught off guard by this sudden attack.

His body swayed and he almost fell to the ground, and the center of the formation where he was was affected, and the entire formation was almost interrupted.

This sudden change left everyone stunned.

They all turned their heads to look, and saw Chen Yan rushing towards them with a nimble figure holding a spear.

"You despicable people!"

Chen Yan roared and swung the spear in his hand even more violently.

With Chen Yan's joining, the situation on the battlefield changed immediately.

Although those monks were numerous, they began to look a little flustered in the face of Chen Yan's fierce attack.

Ling Jiuan took the opportunity to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gripped the Chiyu sword again.

When Ling Jiuan saw the formation loosen, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

She gripped the Chiyu Sword tightly, the spiritual power in her body surged, and she slashed out with the sword. The sword energy was so powerful that it was like a flash of lightning cutting through the sky.

The sword energy carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, and instantly broke through the formation that trapped her.

At the same time, although Chen Yan was extremely brave, his strength was not as good as those Jindan stage cultivators.

He was once again knocked to the ground by the powerful spiritual force, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

However, he did not give up. Instead, he gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up.

After Ling Jiuan broke the formation, he flashed and came to Chen Yan's side.

She helped Chen Yan up.

"How are you? Can you still hold on?"

Chen Yan forced a smile.

"I'm fine. I can still hold on. Let's go quickly. They will catch up soon."

They obviously couldn't win, so they could only run.

At this moment, the voice of one of the killers sounded.

"Want to leave? How can it be that easy?"