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

But the black-robed cultivator's cultivation level was too high, his strength at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment far surpassed his.

The distance between the two is shrinking at a visible rate.

Lin Fengmian felt a chill in his heart.

He felt the approaching presence behind him, a cold, suffocating pressure, and inwardly groaned.

There is no escape.

The opponent's cultivation level is too high, and the difference in strength is too great.

Even if he uses all his trump cards, he still cannot defeat a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Great Perfection stage in a head-on confrontation.

Lin Fengmian gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of resentment.

He still has many things to do.

He has not yet found his parents.

He has not yet fulfilled his one-year promise with Ye Fan.

He has not yet made the Lin family the new Golden Elixir Family of Zhao.

And so many fairies—Chu Qingyi, Nangong Li, Yun Caiyue, Su Zhenzhen…

He hasn't enjoyed enough of all those beauties yet!

How could you collapse here?!

Lin Fengmian cursed inwardly.

Since there's no escaping it—

Then hit!

He turned around, stopped in his tracks, and landed steadily on the ground.

Seeing that he had stopped running, the black-robed cultivator also stopped a short distance away, a playful smile on his face.

"What? You're not running anymore?"

A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Fengmian's eyes.

Since we can't escape, let's fight!

A surge of courage welled up inside him, and he turned around abruptly, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, and his aura suddenly changed.

Seeing that he had stopped running, the pale-faced cultivator also stopped not far away, a playful smile on his face, his eyes full of the teasing of a cat playing with a mouse.

"What? Not running anymore?" He licked his lips, his voice hoarse. "Tired of running? If you're tired, just obediently submit to me, and I'll take good care of you—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Sword, come!"

With a roar, five streams of light shot into the sky from Lin Fengmian's dantian!

The Little Heavenly Gang Sword, the Shadow Sword, the Golden Edge Sword, and the two spirit swords later acquired from the spoils—five flying swords hovered above his head, their blades humming and their light flowing. Crimson gold, jet black, pale gold, bluish-white… the five colors of light shone in harmony, making Lin Fengmian appear as if a sword immortal had descended to earth.

"Ten Thousand Swords Technique!"

Lin Fengmian pointed his fingers like a sword at the pale-faced cultivator!

The five flying swords trembled simultaneously, and a dense array of sword energy phantoms suddenly erupted from their blades!

One flying sword transformed into ten sword energies, and the ten energies multiplied into a hundred.

In the blink of an eye, countless sword energies poured down like a torrential rain, engulfing the pale-faced cultivator!

The sword energy pierced the air with a piercing shriek, leaving visible white streaks in the air!

Upon seeing this, the pale-faced cultivator merely gave a disdainful snort.

He barely moved, just raised his hand and waved it lightly.

"Water Curtain Sky Splendor"

A pale blue water curtain materialized out of thin air in front of him, its ripples flowing and its light shimmering, like a giant water mirror standing before him.

"Boom boom boom boom boom—!"

Countless sword energies crashed onto the water curtain like a torrential rain, producing deafening muffled sounds!

Sparks flew, the water curtain trembled, and ripples spread across the surface of the water.

The water curtain, though thin, seemed indestructible. No matter how the sword energy bombarded it, it only caused a few ripples, without even a crack appearing.

The pale-faced cultivator stood with his hands behind his back behind the water curtain, his body motionless, not even the hem of his clothes was lifted.

He squinted and looked at Lin Fengmian through the water curtain, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Such pure Yang energy!"

He took a deep breath, as if savoring some exquisite wine, a look of intoxication on his face, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! You're truly my lucky break! I've struck gold today!"

As Lin Fengmian listened to the hoarse laughter and saw the almost manic excitement in the other person's eyes, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The corners of the mouth twitched.

The chrysanthemum tightened.

My hair stood on end.

This is absolutely insane!

Why does the more I attack, the more excited the opponent gets?

Lin Fengmian was inwardly groaning, but dared not stop what he was doing.

He gritted his teeth and channeled his spiritual power, manipulating the five flying swords to continue their frenzied attack.

Five flying swords twirled and spun in the air, their sword lights crisscrossing, forming an impenetrable net that enveloped the pale-faced cultivator.

In an instant, the sword energy hummed, and white and golden light flashed continuously.

Lin Fengmian even specifically targeted the opponent's lower body—

You're a pervert, aren't you? Then I'll make sure you're childless!

But that pale-faced cultivator was clearly not the kind of pretty face who only knew how to accumulate cultivation but had no practical combat experience.

Although he was originally a rogue cultivator, he was able to cultivate to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, having experienced countless life-and-death battles, making his combat experience terrifyingly rich.

Faced with Lin Fengmian's impenetrable sword energy attack, he moved erratically, dodging left and right, each time perfectly avoiding the sharpness of the sword energy, and even had time to provoke him.

"Little one, push harder! This isn't enough!"

"Tsk tsk, this sword energy hurts quite a bit, but I like it~"

"Hahaha, come on, come on! Let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

The voice was hoarse yet sticky, sticky yet excited, and excited yet tinged with an ambiguous quality that sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Fengmian felt as if every pore on his body was screaming, and a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

This war really can't be fought!

They couldn't fight back, they couldn't run away, and they were even verbally harassed by the other party.

This is nothing short of torture, both mentally and physically!

Lin Fengmian gritted his teeth.

Since ordinary methods won't work, then I'll let you try my big treasure!

He took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly changed!

The five flying swords suddenly retracted and hovered behind him, their sword energy receding.

Lin Fengmian himself, however, seemed to have transformed into a blazing sun.

An extremely yang and powerful aura erupted from his body, with golden flames faintly rising around him. He was like the midday sun, exuding a blazing and domineering aura.

Within that aura, there was a faint trace of the profound truth of the Great Dao—it was the imprint left in his body by the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, extremely yang and strong, domineering and incomparable.

The pale-faced cultivator sensed this aura, and the smile on his face finally froze slightly.

A hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively sensed a danger.

"Nine Yang Divine Seal - First Seal!"

Lin Fengmian roared and thrust out his right palm!

An extremely blazing golden palm print shot out from his palm, rapidly expanding in mid-air and transforming into a huge light seal with a diameter of about ten feet!

The light seal was shimmering with golden light, surrounded by blazing golden flames, like a real sun descending from the sky!

Wherever the palm print passed, the air ignited, crackling and popping. The surrounding vegetation instantly turned to ashes, and even the rocks on the ground were scorched and cracked by the high temperature!