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

In Juling City, shrouded in clouds and mist, the majesty of the Sikong family stands tall like an ancient peak.

The city lord Sikong Wen, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with an unquestionable domineering look between his brows, stood side by side with Sikong Yun beside him, his eyes fixed on the figures in front of him - Ling Jiuan and his group. Their aura was steady and powerful, and they could set off a storm at any time.

"Humph, a few people dare to act wildly on the territory of my Sikong family?"

Sikong Wen curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, with determination flashing in his eyes.

"Sikong Yun, pass on my order, kill without mercy!"

His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing an irresistible majesty.

Following Sikong Wen's order, the elite troops of the City Lord's Mansion surged out like a tide, with iron armor ringing and murderous aura, and headed straight for Ling Jiuan and others.

However, facing such a huge army, the two women, Liuzhu and Liuying, appeared unusually calm. They were as light as dancing butterflies, shuttling through the enemy's formation with swords flashing, and were invincible.

"Humph, a mere ordinary man, do you think you can stop us?"

Liu Zhu raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and danced with the long sword in her hand. Every strike was extremely accurate, and the enemies fell one after another. Her figure on the battlefield was like a red lightning, unstoppable.

Liuying is even more graceful. She uses the flute as a weapon. When the music starts, the enemy becomes dazed, as if they are in a fantasy world, and they collapse without a fight.

There was a gleam of wisdom in her eyes, as if she could see into the deepest fears in people's hearts.

After several rounds, the elite troops of the City Lord's Mansion were in a mess, with wailing sounds heard everywhere and fallen figures everywhere on the ground. However, Liu Zhu and Liu Ying were still invincible and looked outstanding.

Ling Jiuan watched all this coldly, his gaze finally falling on Sikong Wen. His voice was calm but carried an unquestionable power.

"Sikong Wen, as the lord of a city, you should be broad-minded. Why are you so short-sighted? What Chang Qing did was against the will of heaven. His death is the cycle of justice. It is retribution. But now, you want to put this account on our heads and become our enemy. Isn't this the greatest stupidity?"

When Sikong Wen heard this, his face turned pale and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

"Shut up! It's not your turn to teach me a lesson on my Sikong family's territory! Today, no matter what your reasons are, you must pay the price!"

Lei Tingyi was, after all, the young master of the Lei Xiao Sect. At this moment, he glanced coldly at Sikong Wen, his eyes full of majesty and inviolable arrogance.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful.

"Sikong Wen, are you sure you want to be the enemy of Lei Xiao Sect?"

When Sikong Wen heard this, his expression changed slightly. He had naturally heard of the reputation of Lei Xiao Sect. It was a powerful sect with a deep background. Making an enemy of it would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

However, as the city lord, he also has his own pride and stance, and is unwilling to show weakness easily.

"So what about the Lei Xiao Sect?"

Sikong Wen tried to remain calm and tried to save some face with words.

"My Sikong family has been protecting Juling City for generations. How could we be afraid of any force? Today's matter concerns the reputation of my Sikong family. I will never back down!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Tingyi curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.

"You won't back down! Then I want to see what your Sikong family is capable of to dare to compete with the Lei Xiao Sect!"

Seeing this, Ling Jiuan sighed inwardly.

Sikong Yun sneered at the side, his eyes full of disdain and provocation.

He glanced at Lei Tingyi, Ling Jiuan and others, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You are threatening my uncle? Humph, how ridiculous. Don't you think about it? There are only five of you, and we in the Sikong family have plenty of people. If you die here, what trouble will there be in the future?"

His voice echoed in the empty venue, carrying a sense of arrogance and confidence.

Sikong Yun didn't seem to take Lei Tingyi, Ling Jiuan and others seriously. He believed that with the strength and numerical advantage of the Sikong family, they could easily crush the other side.

However, Ling Jiuan just smiled faintly, his eyes revealing a kind of calmness and confidence.

"Sikong Yun, you are wrong. The outcome of a battle is not determined by the number of people. Sometimes, the power of five people is enough to overturn the entire battle situation."

After he finished speaking, he turned and looked at Lei Tingyi, and the two exchanged a tacit look.

Lei Tingyi also nodded, his voice steady and powerful.

"Sikong Yun, don't go too far. Although we have few people in the Leixiao Sect, each of us is an elite. If your Sikong family really wants to be our enemy, then you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

There was an unquestionable majesty in his voice, which made Sikong Yun feel a little guilty.

He realized that he might have underestimated the enemy.

However, he didn't want to admit defeat, so he spoke with forced calmness.

"Humph, what about the Lei Xiao Sect? Our Sikong family is no pushover. We will never let this matter go!"

Sikong Yun spoke coldly, his voice carrying unquestionable majesty.

"Array up!"

As his words fell, a group of masters quickly took action. They stood in specific positions and formations, forming a powerful Zhuxian formation.

As soon as this Zhuxian Formation came into being, the weather and clouds suddenly changed color, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be stirred violently.

Ling Jiuan and others only felt a powerful pressure coming down from the sky, trapping them firmly in the formation.

Except for Ling Jiuan, the other four people in the Zhuxian Formation felt that an invisible force was suppressing their spiritual power, making it impossible for them to function normally.

Their faces turned serious, knowing that this Zhu Xian Formation was not easy to deal with.

"Hmph, the Immortal Execution Formation? It seems that your Sikong family really has some background."

Ling Jiuan glanced at Sikong Yun coldly. Although his voice was calm, his eyes revealed a power that should not be underestimated.

She knew that this Zhuxian Formation was a powerful weapon of the Sikong family, which could trap and weaken the enemy's spiritual power, thus putting the opponent into a desperate situation.

However, she was not afraid because she had her own trump cards and confidence.

"Break the formation!"

Ling Jiuan suddenly shouted loudly, and her figure flashed out like lightning. She formed seals with her hands, and a powerful spiritual energy surged out of her body and rushed straight towards the Zhuxian Formation.

Her movements were swift and decisive, as if a cheetah had unleashed all its strength in an instant.

However, the Zhu Xian Formation is not so easy to break. It seems to have its own will and life, constantly devouring Ling Jiuan's spiritual attacks.

The two sides fell into a stalemate, trapping Jiuan and others in the Zhuxian Formation and unable to escape, while the masters of the Sikong family were watching their every move covetously from the outside.