Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

Chapter 85 Daring to provoke Cai'er is like kicking a hornet's nest!

No matter how well Cai'er concealed her murderous intent, Long Haochen, with his extremely keen emotional perception, still reacted quickly.

He stepped forward and took Cai'er's hand, his golden eyes filled with tenderness. "Cai'er, it's alright."

In that instant, Cai'er felt as if she had returned to her childhood, back to the hillside of Odin Town.

As night fell and the cold wind blew over her, Long Haochen, just like today, comforted her and told her that everything was alright.

The intense killing intent that had been contained within the white cane was dispelled.

Cai'er gave a soft "hmm," letting Long Haochen's hot, large hand hold her small hand.

Seeing this, the three assassins, who were already in the late stages of being straight men, were like hothouse flowers accompanying the knights of the Knights' Temple, as the blind girl whom the deputy temple master had personally ordered them to follow accompanied them.

The arrogant assassins' disdain was almost destroying Long Haochen's manners.

Even the usually composed Yang Wenzhao couldn't help but look up at the ancient tree not far away, revealing a strange expression.

Assassin Number One toyed with his dagger and said coldly, "This woman is from our Assassin's Temple. You can all get lost."

Seeing the arrogant young man in front of her, who seemed oblivious to the meaning of death, Bai Ling tilted her head slightly. "You think that's all there is to it? I'd rather be your elder and kowtow to you. Will you?"

Quiet.

The scene fell into absolute silence.

Some of the smarter young assassins, who knew how to be patient and observe the enemy, secretly gave Bai Ling, who dared to speak the truth, a thumbs up.

They had long disliked Assassins Number One, Number Two, and Number Three.

However, these three had entered the Assassin's Temple earlier, were more experienced, and had more profound cultivation than them.

So, they just kept quiet all the time.

After all, the survival rules practiced by the Assassin's Temple have always been fast, steady, accurate, and ruthless.

Now that they have a free mouthpiece to talk back to these three, why not take advantage of it?
"you wanna die!"

The third assassin, who was the first to lose his temper and couldn't bring himself to retort, vanished from the spot with a whoosh.

"Be careful."

No sooner had Long Haochen finished speaking than Bai Ling revealed her elemental staff and slammed it down hard behind her.

"Earth Condensation Technique!"

A layer of earthy yellow light covered the elemental staff, and the thick, hard soil formed a natural protective layer.

This blow had the force of five adult men throwing punches simultaneously.

"what!"

The moment Bai Ling swung her scepter behind her, Assassin Number Three's body was revealed.

His head came into close contact with the elemental scepter covered in yellowstone.

With a loud "Duang".

The third assassin, seeing stars, collapsed to the ground, his tongue lolling out, clearly on the verge of death.

Seeing this, Number Two, eager to save his teammate, ignored Number One's attempts to stop him and disappeared into the tree in the next second.

"hail."

The yellowish-brown stones vanished in an instant, and a blooming ice lotus blossomed beneath Bai Ling's feet.

As the magnificent ice lotus flower sprayed ice seeds in all directions, it perfectly avoided the feet of Long Haochen and the others.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and Number Two, who was about to take Number Three away, couldn't help but gasp as the two silently approached Number Three.

"Hey, it's so cold!"

Number Two's hand had just touched Number Three's body, and before he could lead his men to escape, his feet were completely entangled by the ice lotus.

One after another, blooming ice lotus flowers blossomed on his body.

In the blink of an eye, the person who squatted down to touch number three, number two, was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Of course, Bai Ling wouldn't actually kill the other party.

These two people are only temporarily frozen, and the spiritual energy and oxygen inside the ice coffin are enough for them to survive for a period of time.

After all, they were peak third-tier assassins. "Number Two! Number Three!"

From the very beginning, I believed that these people were just a bunch of assassins who were just using their families' power and money to experience life. But suddenly I realized that I was completely wrong.

A mage who cast spells without chanting almost instantly killed a peak third-tier assassin—this is illogical!
Feeling he had lost face and would likely be scolded upon returning, the assassin hurriedly concealed himself, raised his poisoned weapon, and locked onto Bai Ling.

Tier 4 Assassin Skill: Stealth Thrust.

Number One, whose body was as light as a feather, channeled the surging spiritual energy within him into a scythe.

Gathering a large amount of spiritual power, he unleashed his deadly scythe the moment his killing intent was revealed.

The strange movement from above made Long Haochen's eyes widen, and he subconsciously activated the spiritual furnace within his body.

Lead—

Unfortunately, Bai Ling was faster.

She pointed her scepter at the scythe, and a pale golden mist of light emanated from around her body in the next instant.

This time, she didn't need to use any skills or observe the enemy's movements.

The golden mist, like a whirlpool in the deep sea, frantically absorbed the magical elements above.

That's right, the assassin skills of the Assassin's Temple can also be considered a kind of magical element.

Threads of spiritual energy continuously flowed into the funnel, transforming into pure power to replenish everyone's bodies.

Number One suddenly felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and his face turned ashen.

He was barely clinging to life, unable to rise or fall, and in unbearable pain.

Meanwhile, the late-arriving Hero No. 1, along with elite members of the Assassin's Temple such as Saint Moon, saw the reckless young men in the temple daring to point weapons at Bai Ling, and their faces turned ashen.

In particular, their expressions turned even worse when they saw these arrogant young men defeated by Bai Ling almost instantly.

"Bastard thing."

Xia Yin No. 1 considered that once Sheng Yue made a move, they would be confined to their beds for at least a year, unable to move.

Left with no other choice, he had to swallow his pride and appear before everyone, bowing slightly in apology.

No one but Bai Ling could accept Xia Yin No. 1's apology.

Therefore, he had to take out several black cards from his ring and hand them to everyone as an apology.

Bai Ling accepted the black card on behalf of everyone, nodded to Xia Yin No. 1, glanced at the ancient tree out of the corner of her eye, and considered the matter closed.

Feeling he had lost face, Xia Yin No. 1 even used up all his spiritual energy on his way back.

He used the Assassin's Temple's ultimate technique, Shadow Passage.

The dark shadows engulfed everyone's bodies, and Cai'er reluctantly bid farewell to Long Haochen and Bai Ling.

Long Haochen only came to his senses after her figure had completely disappeared.

Yang Wenzhao pursed his lips and glanced at Bai Ling, whose expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

He subconsciously clenched his fist, coughed lightly, and said, "Let's go eat."

Long Haochen stared absently at his hands and murmured, "Next time, it'll be my turn to protect you."

Bai Ling suppressed a laugh and asked疑惑地问道, "What are you whispering about?"

"……nothing."

Meanwhile, inside the Assassin's Temple.

Unlike the other five temples, this place was far less bright; instead, it appeared somewhat dim, even eerie.

The assassins who had come from the various branches of the Assassin Temple knelt on one knee in unison, looking at their companions in bewilderment. "What's going on? Why did the adults suddenly summon us here?"

"Yeah, I'm curious too."

A deep, chilling voice, as if from the depths of hell, echoed from the main hall: "Today, I, the Prince, will personally announce something!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the three assassins who had dared to fight in public were thrown in front of the crowd.

The crowd exclaimed, "Number one, number two, number three?"