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

Ling Jiuan originally thought that with his two months of hard training, even if he couldn't defeat Ling Jiuze easily, he could at least take his attack.

After all, two months ago, Ling Jiuze was defeated by him, and his cultivation at that time was far inferior to his own.

However, when Ling Jiuze's fierce attack really came, she found that she was wrong.

At that moment, her sword seemed to have lost all its power and failed to block Ling Jiuze's attack.

She was knocked back several steps, the ground beneath her feet sank deeply, and she finally managed to keep her balance.

She narrowed her eyes, full of coldness and disbelief.

"Ling Jiuze, you...are in the Nascent Soul stage?"

There was a tremor in her words, shocked by the result.

Demonic cultivation is really intimidating!

Ling Jiuze sneered, and the smug look on his face was difficult to conceal.

"Yes, it's the Nascent Soul stage. So, prepare to die!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and mobilized his spiritual power. Flames jumped in his palm with a destructive force.

When he attacked Ling Jiuan again, the flame in his hand was like a fire dragon, hitting Ling Jiuan's chest hard.

Ling Jiuan felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if it was burned by fire. She couldn't help but spit out blood. Her body was shaky and she could no longer stand up.

Ling Jiuze looked at this scene, with a hint of cruel pleasure flashing in his eyes.

He could finally kill this woman who had always been oppressing him with his own hands.

"Today, you are finally going to die in my hands."

There was a hint of cruelty and satisfaction in his words.

As long as Ling Jiuan died, all the humiliation he and his sister had suffered in the past few months would come to an end!

Ling Changfeng looked at this scene with an unpleasant expression on his face.

He never expected that his son would treat his sister so cruelly.

"Ling Jiuze, stop it! The Ling family does not allow brothers to kill each other!"

He roared, his voice trembling and painful.

At this point, how could he bear to let this gifted daughter die?

However, Ling Jiuze just glanced at Ling Changfeng, and the sneer on his face became even more intense.

"Father, you are not allowed to kill each other? But today I am not only going to kill each other, I also want to take the position of the head of the Ling family."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, ready to deal a fatal blow to Ling Jiuan.

Ling Changfeng's face turned pale. He never expected that his son would say such a thing.

"Rebel!"

He roared, with a hint of despair and pain in his voice.

However, he found that the spiritual power in his body was still sealed, and he was unable to stop it.

He could only watch his daughter facing life and death crisis, his heart filled with anger.

Seeing that Ling Jiuze was gathering strength to launch a fatal attack on Ling Jiuan, Liuzhu and Liuying quickly moved and stood in front of Ling Jiuan.

Their eyes were full of determination. Even when facing the powerful Ling Jiuze, they did not back down and were determined to protect Ling Jiuan at all costs.

Seeing this, Ling Jiuze just sneered disdainfully.

"Oh? There are still some who are not afraid of death! If that's the case, then go and die! After all, you two have ruined a lot of my good things."

His words were full of cruelty and indifference. In his eyes, the lives of Liuzhu and Liuying were just insignificant dust.

Just two maids!

It couldn't be any more humble!

As he said this, he mercilessly condensed his spiritual power into a sharp wind blade and threw it at the two of them.

The wind blade whistled as it tore through the air, as if it was going to chop everything into pieces.

At the critical moment, Ling Jiuan pushed Liuzhu and Liuying away with all her strength, but her own figure was exposed under the wind blade.

She took the blow head-on, and the wind blade cut through her body, leaving a trail of blood.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, sweat broke out on her forehead, and her face turned pale as paper.

However, she still held the Akabane sword and knelt on the ground with all her might, her eyes flashing with an unyielding light.

She looked up at Ling Jiuze. Although her voice was weak, it was full of firmness and determination.

"Ling Jiuze, you practiced evil ways, and you will not die a good death."

Ling Jiuze sneered and didn't care about Ling Jiuan's curse.

"So what? You're going to die here today anyway."

He said, raising his hand again to attack.

Seeing this, Liuzhu and Liuying rushed over again to protect Ling Jiuan.

However, Ling Jiuan let out a low growl.

"Get out!"

Although her voice was not loud, it carried unquestionable power.

She didn't want innocent people to die for her. If she had to die today, she couldn't let others die with her.

When Liuzhu and Liuying heard this, a hint of hesitation and unwillingness flashed in their eyes.

However, they also understood Ling Jiuan's determination, so they could only grit their teeth and step aside, watching Ling Jiuan face Ling Jiuze's attack alone.

Ling Jiuze sneered, a cruel sneer flashing in his eyes.

"You don't know your own limitations. If you want to die, then go ahead and die!"

His voice was cold and resolute, and he had already sentenced Ling Jiuan to death in his heart.

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, and his spiritual power surged, transforming into a sharp wind blade that slashed directly towards Ling Jiuan.

The wind blade whistled as it tore through the air, as if it was going to chop everything into pieces, showing Ling Jiuze's determination and cruelty at the moment.

Ling Jiuan looked at the wind blade, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

She knew she couldn't hide or resist.

But she doesn't regret it.

For the sake of her family and justice, she is willing to give everything, including her own life.

She gripped the Akabane sword tightly, with the tip of the sword touching the ground, and barely supported her body.

She faced the wind blade and slowly stood up, declaring war on fate.

Her eyes were full of indomitable spirit and determination, telling Ling Jiuze that even if she died, her spirit would never surrender.

The wind blade arrived in an instant and hit Ling Jiuan hard.

She only felt a huge force hitting her body, as if it was going to tear her into pieces.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and her body was shaking.

However, she still did not fall down. She supported her body with her own will, telling everyone that she would never succumb to evil.

Seeing this, Ling Jiuze's eyes became extremely fierce and he stared at Ling Jiuan coldly.

"Ling Jiuan, go to hell!"

He raised his hand again, and spiritual power surged. This time he concentrated all his skills and prepared to give Ling Jiuan a fatal blow.

In his palm, spiritual power turned into a black mist, carrying a cold and strange aura, like the hand of death emerging from hell.

Ling Jiuan looked at this scene, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Can't hide!

After hanging at the city gate for seven days, she was exhausted.

Now she is still at the Foundation Establishment stage and has no way of defeating Ling Jiuze who is already in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

And now Ling Jiuze does not shy away from the fact that he is a demon cultivator.