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

"Blood Burning Secret Technique!" a knowledgeable disciple exclaimed in a low voice.

Instead of decreasing, Li Cheng's aura increased.

The previously sluggish spiritual energy surged dramatically, as if doused with boiling oil.

It even exceeded the scope of his original Qi Refining Level 12.

An aura of immense pressure, almost reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, emanated from it.

"Die!!!" he roared, his entire body transforming into a blood-red afterimage.

At several times faster than before, it pounced on Lin Fengmian again like a madman!

This strike contained all his resentment and life force, and its power was astonishing!

"Cheng'er, no!"

On the high platform, Li Yang's expression changed drastically. He realized that his grandson had used a forbidden secret technique that damaged his foundation.

But what chilled him even more was the fleeting, icy killing intent he saw in Lin Fengmian's eyes!

"You're asking for death, then I'll grant your wish!"

Faced with this desperate attack, Lin Fengmian's eyes turned completely cold.

He reached out and beckoned, and the cracked, broken sword flew back into his hand.

He did not perform any more complex sword techniques, but simply gripped the hilt of the sword quietly.

It was as if he was slowly returning the broken sword to its invisible sheath.

In that instant of grasping and releasing, his entire aura suddenly changed!

It was no longer as agile and sharp as before, but had become extremely restrained, yet extremely dangerous.

A pure sword intent that could cut through everything and move forward without hesitation rose from his body!

He stood there, as if he were no longer a person.

Rather, it is a peerless sword about to be drawn, ready to sever all things in the world!

The surrounding air was slightly distorted by its sharpness!

"not good!"

Li Yangwei could no longer sit still, and his Core Formation spiritual power erupted.

With a wave of his hand from afar, a solid, giant palm of spiritual energy was about to grab Lin Fengmian on the arena, attempting to stop this life-or-death situation!

But it was too late.

The broken sword was drawn.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance.

Lin Fengmian simply made one very simple movement—drawing his sword, slashing horizontally, and then sheathing it.

"Nine Heavens Profound Sword Technique, Second Sword! Return to Truth!"

This sword strike is a return to simplicity.

There was only a thin, almost invisible, pale gold line.

It appeared silently on the trajectory of the broken sword's swing, then vanished in a flash.

"This is sword energy transformed into threads!"

A disciple of the sword cultivator below the stage exclaimed in surprise!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Li Yangwei's giant palm of spiritual energy, which reached out from afar, was unable to stop this pale gold thread!

Li Cheng, who had unleashed the Blood Burning Secret Technique and charged forward like a madman, suddenly froze in mid-air.

The ferocity on his face and the madness in his eyes froze instantly.

A thin line of blood ran down his forehead, bridge of his nose, lips, chin, neck, and chest.

puff!

The next moment, all breaths ceased; he was dead!

That desperate strike didn't even manage to touch the hem of Lin Fengmian's clothes.

The entire room was completely silent. You could hear a pin drop.

"My grandson—!!!"

"Aaaaah! You dare kill my grandson! Pay with your life!"

Li Yang's eyes widened in fury, and in a flash, he disappeared from the high platform.

The next moment, they were already on the life-or-death stage.

A powerful pressure from the Core Formation stage was released.

A withered hand, filled with boundless rage and murderous intent, slammed down!

"Elder Li, on the deathmatch stage, life and death are determined by fate! Are you trying to bully the weak?!"

A figure in moon-white was only half a step slower than Li Yangwei, and instantly blocked Lin Fengmian's path. It was Chu Qingyi!

"You Chu family girl, get out of my way! Or I'll kill you too!"

Li Yangwei looked like a mad tiger, about to strike again.

In the distance, in the shadow of a tall building's eaves, a blurry black figure stood silently, holding an ancient, sheathed longsword in his hand.

Just as Li Yang was about to launch his attack, his hand holding the sword twitched slightly.

The sharp blade in the scabbard was faintly visible, about three inches from its sheath, its cold light flashing.

But the next moment, as if sensing something, the sword, which had been drawn three inches from its sheath, silently slid back into its sheath.

The shadowy figure chuckled softly.

"His romantic luck... is certainly abundant. But his swordsmanship is all form and no spirit; it's terrible..."

On the deathmatch stage.

Just then, another unexpected event occurred!

A dark figure appeared beside Li Yangwei without warning, like a ghost.

A light palm landed on his shoulder.

"Bang!"

Li Yang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, staggering back seven or eight steps, his blood churning.

They looked at the newcomer in horror.

An expressionless old man in black robes was none other than the Golden Core guard beside Nangong Li!

At the same time, a sharp, angry shout came from the sky:

"You old bastard, who gave you permission to touch my man!"

The sword light faded, and Nangong Li, dressed in purple, gracefully landed beside Lin Fengmian.

Her usually cool and dignified eyes were now filled with worry.

He looked Lin Fengmian up and down, his voice trembling slightly.

"Husband, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

The old man in black robes snorted coldly, glancing disdainfully at the bewildered Li Yangwei:

"Li Yangwei, you old bastard, how dare you touch my young lady's man! Does your Li family want to be wiped out?!"

Li Yang's face turned ashen.

But there was nothing they could do.

He knew better than anyone that his "fake core," barely formed using the inner core of a demonic beast, was...

Compared to the Core Formation cultivator before him with a solid foundation, they were worlds apart!

If a fight really breaks out, I will definitely not come out on top, and I might even die on the spot!

Moreover, the Nangong family's power could crush the Li family like an ant!

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Li Yangwei said "good" three times.

"Lin Fengmian! The hatred for killing Sun is irreconcilable! I will remember this! Our feud will last until death!"

After making those harsh remarks, he knew that things were hopeless today.

With a sudden flick of his sleeve, he swept up Li Cheng's corpse from the ground.

It transformed into a streak of gray light, soaring into the sky and instantly disappearing into the distant horizon.

Until the suffocating pressure of the Core Formation stage completely dissipated,

Chu Qingyi breathed a slight sigh of relief and immediately turned to look at Lin Fengmian behind her.

My emotions are complex and hard to describe.

To her surprise, Lin Fengmian possessed such strength, defeating the strong with the weak, slaying the twelfth level of Qi Refining with his sword, and even the magnificence of that final sword strike made her heart tremble!

With such talent and combat prowess, it's likely that no one in the entire Hehuan Sect of his generation could rival him.

What's sad is... such a dazzling man,

It turned out that she herself had pushed him away and proposed a divorce.

He is now Nangong Li's "husband".

A surge of intense regret and resentment welled up within me, and one thought remained crystal clear:

Is it too late to remedy the situation now?

"Lin Fengmian, you..."

"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

However, before she could finish speaking, Nangong Li stepped forward, opened her arms, hugged Lin Fengmian tightly, and buried her face in his shoulder.

"Husband, why didn't you tell me beforehand that this was a life-or-death battle! Do you know how worried I was?"

Lin Fengmian was slightly taken aback, feeling the delicate body in his arms tremble slightly.

A warm feeling welled up inside him, and he gently patted her back: "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Nangong Li raised her head, her beautiful eyes looking at him earnestly:

"Let's go back quickly. I need to check you over carefully to see if you have any hidden injuries."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember Chu Qingyi's presence, turned her head, and smiled at Chu Qingyi.

He opened his mouth.