They cursed inwardly, but in truth, they all knew perfectly well what the Nine Saints were like. Which one of them did not want the others dead whenever the opportunity arose?
That was precisely why, in their eyes, Yinji and her lot were merely rebelling, while they were suppressing a rebellion.
The reasoning was simple enough. At the very least, these rebels only dared to skulk about in secret. No one dared to step out alone and confront them, much less join forces and emerge together. Did the reason behind that need much thought? They lacked the strength to face them head-on. Otherwise, why go through so much trouble? Did they have nothing better to do after eating their fill?
Among the Nine Saints themselves lay the true mortal threat!
Watching father and daughter tear each other apart, Yinji's heart filled with endless sorrow. The instant her mind wandered, she was sent flying by another palm strike and coughed up another mouthful of blood. She tried to burrow into the earth and flee.
But Lan Daolin reacted even faster. With a flash, he caught up and intercepted her from below.
Whoosh! Lan Daolin suddenly saw a blur before his eyes and found Luo Fangfei floating in the air, staring at him. A large tail swayed gently behind her.
As Lan Daolin's heart filled with suspicion, Luo Fangfei had already charged at him like a phantom. Her sharp claws struck lethally with every move, as though she had made him the target of her pent-up fury, as though she wished to tear him alive.
With someone coming to her aid, the severely injured Yinji immediately felt much less pressure.
More importantly, her daughter was actually helping her. The excitement in her heart was beyond anything outsiders could imagine. That feeling was