After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

"A dragon's roar?! How can there be a dragon's roar within the sword formation?!"

Terrified screams rose and fell.

However, the next moment, their voices stopped abruptly.

Within that rapidly spinning sword formation, a colossal figure slowly materialized.

It was a giant dragon.

Its entire body was formed from countless sword energies, with distinct scales, prominent dragon horns, five sharp claws like hooks, and a pair of dragon eyes burning with scorching sword light!

It hovered in mid-air, its dragon body winding, protecting Lin Fengmian and the other three in the center, its head held high, looking down at the ant-like cultivators below.

An oppressive aura emanated from the giant dragon!

That wasn't the oppressive aura of an ordinary demonic beast, but sword intent—sword intent pure to the extreme!

Domineering, fierce, and arrogant!

It was as if nothing in the world could withstand its attack!

"This...this is..."

"Sword energy taking shape?! And it's taking the shape of a dragon!"

"To achieve this level in the early stages of Foundation Establishment?! Just what kind of monstrous talent is this person?!"

Exclamations and gasps of surprise echoed throughout the hall.

Those cultivators who were originally itching to act now stared wide-eyed at the giant sword-qi dragon with disbelief.

They felt that what stood before the dragon was not a person, but a mountain.

A sword mountain that is insurmountable and insurmountable!

"roar--!"

The dragon let out another earth-shattering roar!

This time, it was no longer a simple demonstration.

The dragon's body twisted violently, and it opened its huge mouth, tearing fiercely at the cultivators who were charging at the forefront!

Within the dragon's mouth, sword energy surged, and sword intent soared to the heavens!

Those cultivators felt a devastating force rushing towards them, as if the entire world was collapsing in that instant!

Their proud defenses were as fragile as paper before that dragon!

"No--!"

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"Spare me! Senior, spare me!"

Amidst terrified screams, the cultivators disregarded their pride and frantically pulled out jade tubes from their robes, crushing them violently!

"Bang, bang, bang—!"

A series of white lights flashed, and their figures instantly disappeared from their original positions, teleported out of the small world.

The dragon missed its target, its jaws snapping shut with a deafening roar, sending a visible shockwave through the air!

Those cultivators who were a little further away and hadn't had time to escape felt their legs go weak at the sight.

They finally understood

The young man in front of them, who was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, was someone they could not afford to provoke!

The feeling they got from that giant sword dragon was not just simple pressure, but a tremor from the depths of their souls!

It was as if he were facing not a dragon formed from sword energy, but the very essence of swordsmanship.

That was the purest and most domineering sword intent between heaven and earth!

"This...this is impossible..."

Someone was muttering to themselves, their voice trembling.

No one dared to step forward again.

No one even dared to speak loudly.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Only the giant dragon of sword energy remained suspended in mid-air, its cold eyes looking down at the crowd, as if to say—whoever dares to step forward will die.

Lin Fengmian stood beneath the giant dragon, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, his hands clasped behind his back.

His expression was calm, his gaze indifferent, as if everything he had just done was nothing more than a trivial matter.

He looked around, and wherever his gaze fell, the cultivators all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

That gaze was cold, arrogant, and carried an air of looking down upon the world.

He stood there quietly, with a giant dragon of sword energy swirling behind him and surging sword intent above his head.

At this moment, he seemed not to be a person, but a sword—a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath!

The hall was completely silent.

Lin Fengmian finally spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Even among the three million celestial sword immortals, they must still bow their heads before me!"

His voice was clear and resonant, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance.

His tone, his expression, his domineering aura—it was as if nothing in the world could make him bow his head!

All the cultivators in the hall paled upon hearing this!

"Even among the three million celestial sword immortals, they must still bow their heads before me..."

Someone murmured the same words over and over, their heart filled with turmoil.

What arrogance! What domineering power!

But looking at the giant sword-qi dragon coiled in mid-air, and at the figure in green robes standing with his hands behind his back—

No one dared to say "no".

Because at this moment, Lin Fengmian truly resembled a king of swords—looking down upon all living beings and surveying the world with disdain!

As if sensing its master's intention, the giant dragon of sword energy suddenly roared to the sky!

"roar--!"

The dragon's roar shook the entire hall. The cultivators felt their eardrums about to burst and their blood surging. Those with lower cultivation levels turned pale and swayed precariously.

At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds—this person is invincible!

Lin Fengmian withdrew his gaze and said coldly:

"Anyone still here within three breaths will be killed without mercy."

The voice was calm, yet it sounded like a judgment from the deepest hell.

The hall was deathly silent.

next moment--

"Go! Go quickly!"

"This man is too strong to fight! Run!"

It's unclear who started it, but the cultivators, like startled birds, frantically rushed out of the hall!

Pushing and shoving, people and horses were thrown about, and there was no trace of the arrogance from before.

Some people were running so fast that they tripped over the threshold and tumbled forward, not even bothering to pick up the magic weapon they had dropped.

In just a few breaths, the once crowded hall was completely empty.

Only Lin Fengmian and his three companions remained, along with the giant sword-qi dragon that was still hovering in mid-air.

Lin Fengmian watched the last person's figure disappear outside the palace gate before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

With a thought, the giant sword energy dragon suddenly dissipated, transforming into countless sword lights that vanished into the air.

The three flying swords, having lost the support of spiritual energy, fell to the ground with three clanging sounds, producing a series of crisp metallic sounds.

Lin Fengmian swayed, his face suddenly turning deathly pale.

He instinctively tried to steady himself, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

With a "thud," he collapsed onto the ground.

If someone were to reach out and touch his back at this moment, they would find that his clothes were soaked through.

"Big brother! Are you alright?"

The three Xiong brothers were shocked and rushed forward to help him up.

Lin Fengmian waved his hand.

"fine",

But I found my throat was extremely dry, and even my voice was a little hoarse.

He took a deep breath, took out a mid-grade spirit stone from his storage bag, and held it tightly in his hand.

Lin Fengmian closed his eyes, feeling the emptiness in his dantian, and felt a wave of fear wash over him.

That attack just now almost exhausted all of his spiritual power.

Although he possesses five spiritual roots and a perfect Dao foundation, with a total amount and degree of solidification of spiritual power far exceeding that of other cultivators of the same level, he is still only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.