The reason why Ling Xingchen is here is because after Han Jiulin rescued Xiao Lengtong from Xia Hou Lianghao, she asked Ling Binglan to follow Han Jiulin all the way to the dilapidated manor.
Naturally, the masters from the Baili tribe and the Yun tribe who came here later learned about Han Jiulin's hiding place after Ling Xingchen's notification.
Ling Binglan glanced slightly at Han Jiulin, who was standing proudly in the distance, then sighed and advised Ling Xingchen:
"Xingchen, judging from the potential and combat power that Han Jiulin has shown now, it is definitely not something you can handle. Even if you are not angry, you should not continue to anger Han Jiulin, otherwise one day I am afraid that it will bring disaster to our Ling clan!"
When Ling Xingchen heard Ling Binglan's persuasion, he was naturally very unhappy and immediately spoke:
"Auntie, you praise this boy named Han too much. He is just a cultivator in the ninth-grade king realm. How could he possibly cause our Ling clan to suffer annihilation?
This is too alarmist!"
Nowadays, Han Jiulin has become a demon deep in Ling Xingchen's heart. If Han Jiulin cannot be eradicated, Ling Xingchen's temperament is unstable, and he is afraid that the speed of his spiritual practice will be greatly slowed down.
Ling Binglan spoke calmly and continued to explain to Ling Xingchen: "Han Jiulin, who is able to kill Yun Lietu, who is in the fourth level of Heavenly Path, at the level of ninth level king, is simply an unheard of peerless genius."
"The reason why he is currently stuck in the realm of ninth-grade kingship is simply because he has not yet comprehended the Mysterious Scripture of Heavenly Paths. Once he has comprehended the Mysterious Heavenly Paths Sutra, his own practice will be improved again, and the combat power he can exert will naturally be limited.
Even more terrifying!"
"For a peerless genius like him, there is almost no doubt that he will become a strong man in the realm of saints in the future."
"So think about it, the combat power that Han Jiulin can exert now is so terrifying. If he becomes a strong man in the realm of saints, how powerful will he be?"
"In the future, how can we, the Ling Clan, compete with such a master who has reached the realm of sainthood and is difficult to predict with common sense?
It’s no exaggeration to say it’s a catastrophic disaster.”
Ling Binglan has reached the fifth level of heavenly cultivation at the age of more than thirty years old. She is the true beauty of heaven among the Ling clan, and her vision is naturally not comparable to that of Ling Xingchen.
Since the first time Ling Xingchen met Han Jiulin, he had been able to resist Yunhao's pressure, but now in less than a year, Han Jiulin's growth has reached an unimaginable and terrifying situation.
Although today's Han Jiulin seems to be only in the realm of ninth-level kingship, with the super combat power he has shown today, even many masters from the older generation cannot suppress this young man in his early twenties!
Even if Ling Binglan takes action personally, there is no guarantee that Han Jiulin can be killed here.
Being able to grow to such a level in less than a year makes even a well-informed master like Ling Binglan feel terrified.
Ling Binglan always pursues safety in her actions, so she repeatedly told Ling Xingchen not to confront Han Jiulin head-on, because she was afraid that one day Han Jiulin would really grow to the point where even she could only look up to him, thus putting the Ling clan into a situation of no return.
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"Aunt, but...but I am not willing to give in, I am not willing to give in! Is it because Han Jiulin has great potential that the humiliation I have suffered can only be endured in vain?"
Ling Xingchen stared at Han Jiulin in the distance and roared.
Ling Binglan looked at Ling Xingchen and shook her head, sighed deeply, and then said:
"Xingchen, if so many masters come to besiege Han Jiulin today and they can't successfully kill him here, no matter how unwilling you are, I'm afraid it's just another dead soul under Han Jiulin's sword. You don't even want your life.
Is it done?”
"Okay! As long as Han Jiulin can still escape with his life in such a desperate situation tonight, I will be patient for the time being and follow you to the Ditian Mountain to practice and will not seek revenge from him again!"
Ling Xingchen gritted his teeth and spoke bitterly.
Ling Binglan nodded, then looked at Ling Xingchen and said:
"It's good for you to think like this. In terms of your potential and understanding, if you can become a disciple of Ditian Mountain and enter it to practice, you may not be able to seek revenge from Han Jiulin in the future. Forbearance is for the ultimate success in the future.
revenge!"
Ling Xingchen nodded towards Ling Binglan, and then looked at Han Jiulin on the battlefield in the distance again.
Naturally, she wished that Han Jiulin would be buried here tonight and his body would be cut into thousands of pieces by the masters of the Baili and Yun tribes, in order to satisfy the hatred in her heart.
Han Jiulin raised the World-Destroying Demonic Sword in his hand high and spoke loudly to the numerous cultivators from the Baili and Yun tribes who were watching the battle:
"The Baili Clan, the Yun Clan, how many of you still want to take Han's life? Why don't you just come together, so that Han can be killed in one go?"
Han Jiulin's fighting spirit surged wildly at this moment, and the blood in his body was boiling. Under such a killing spree, it was the perfect opportunity to understand the world-destroying sword technique.
"Han Jiulin, you are too arrogant. Do you really think that you are invincible and can challenge the Yun and Baili tribes with your strength?"
An old man with a skinny figure slowly came out of the darkness as soon as he opened his mouth. He held a black wooden stick in his hand and slowly came towards Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin said: "Which clan are you a master among the Baili clan and the Yun clan?"
The old man holding a black wooden stick stared at Han Jiulin, shook his head slightly, and then said:
"I am known as the Old Man of Black Mountain in the world. I am neither a member of the Yun Clan nor a member of the Baili Clan. I just know that you have a ninth-level magic weapon in your hand and want to take it from you.
That’s all.”
Han Jiulin chuckled lightly and then said: "I see, since there is no enmity between you and me, you might as well turn around and leave, lest you lose your life here in vain."
The old man from Montenegro was not angry when he heard Han Jiulin's arrogant words. Instead, he stared at Han Jiulin with a smile and continued:
"Although you are still a master in the realm of ninth-level kingship, to be honest, judging from the extraordinary combat power you have shown today, if I am the only one, there is really no confidence that I can defeat you."
"That's why I have no choice but to find someone else to take action with me, so that I can kill you, a boy who is difficult to predict based on common sense."
The old man from Montenegro suddenly paused for a moment, then spoke loudly in another direction:
"Baili Xifeng, your son and daughter-in-law have been killed to pieces, how can you still bear it and not take revenge for your son and daughter-in-law?"
"Baili West Wind has also arrived here?"
Xiao Lengtong, who was behind Han Jiulin, couldn't help but his pupils suddenly shrank when he heard the news, and he began to feel deeply worried about Han Jiulin's safety.