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

"boom--!"

The ground within a radius of a hundred feet exploded at that moment!

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky!

Those two Core Formation cultivators who had already rushed forward were the first to be hit!

They felt an overwhelming force rushing towards them, as if they had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and were sent flying backward!

"puff--!"

"puff--!"

Both of them coughed up a mouthful of blood at the same time, and flew away into the distance like kites with broken strings!

"Bang! Bang!"

They crashed heavily to the ground and slid dozens of feet before coming to a stop!

His clothes were torn, he was covered in blood, and he lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance!

The entire room fell silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Two Core Formation cultivators!

He was actually... thrown back by the force of the blast?!

He was blasted away by a woman in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage?!

What kind of power is this?!

Xiao Qingtian's smile froze.

His pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at Nangong Li, his eyes filled with disbelief.

What... what kind of aura is this?

This power is something that a Foundation Establishment cultivator should not possess!

Even... this old monster in the late Nascent Soul stage felt a slight tremor in his heart!

Nangong Li slowly raised her head, her beautiful eyes, which were shimmering with golden flames, looking at Xiao Qingtian.

She spoke, her voice as cold as frost:

"Get out of here, you old dog!"

As soon as the words fell—

She raised her hand and unleashed a palm strike at Xiao Qingtian from a distance!

This palm strike had no fancy movements or dazzling techniques.

It was just a simple palm strike.

But this palm strike contained a world-destroying power!

The air was torn apart, producing a piercing sonic boom!

A golden palm print flew out from her palm, growing larger with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a size of tens of feet, sweeping towards Xiao Qingtian!

Xiao Qingtian's pupils contracted sharply, and a strong sense of alarm went through him!

He could feel that the power of that palm strike was enough to threaten his life!

He quickly raised his hand, trying to defend himself!

Spiritual energy surged wildly, condensing into a thick barrier in front of him!

however--

"boom--!"

The golden palm print slammed into the barrier, shattering it instantly!

Without the slightest pause!

The palm print, still powerful, slammed down on Xiao Qingtian!

"Bang--!"

Xiao Qingtian was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing hard into the stone wall behind him!

"Boom—!"

The stone wall shattered with a deafening roar, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere!

As the smoke and dust cleared, everyone could finally see clearly—

Xiao Qingtian was embedded in the stone wall, covered in blood and in a sorry state!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with horror and fear!

"This...how is this possible..."

He murmured, his voice trembling.

How could someone with his cultivation level at the late Nascent Soul stage be unable to withstand even a single move from this woman?!

Who exactly is she?!

The once majestic and arrogant patriarch of the Xiao family now lay paralyzed among the rubble like a dead dog, unable to move.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank.

The two Core Formation cultivators were blasted away.

The ancestor, who was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was sent flying by a single palm strike.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The person who made the move was just a woman in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

This……

Am I dreaming?

Lin Fengmian was utterly shocked by what he saw.

He opened his mouth, then couldn't help but speak:

"Wow... my wife... is she that fierce?"

The Supreme Elder in mid-air was filled with shock upon seeing this scene.

She floated in the void, her moon-white dress swaying gently in the wind, her stunningly beautiful face beneath the veil slightly stiff at this moment.

Those eyes, which were usually cold and aloof, were now wide open, their pupils filled with disbelief.

This...this is still her mortal enemy, Nangong Li?

The eldest daughter of the Nangong family who usually only knows how to cultivate and has a cold and aloof demeanor towards everyone?

In her eyes, that person was just a junior with some talent?

But that palm strike just now...

The Supreme Elder took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

She has lived for so many years and has seen countless geniuses and powerful figures.

I have never seen a Foundation Establishment cultivator who could send a late-stage Nascent Soul monster flying with a single palm strike!

This is a power that no human could possibly possess!

"Could it be... that the other party is some kind of ancient monster reincarnated?"

The Supreme Elder muttered to himself, his brows furrowed.

She recalled the crimson mark between Nangong Li's brows, and that ancient and terrifying aura...

That aura was completely unlike anything from this era.

It seems to come from ancient times, from the primordial wilderness.

The Supreme Elder shook his head, secretly relieved.

Fortunately, this terrifying woman was on his side.

If it's an enemy...

She shivered and dared not think any further.

……

At this moment, on the stone wall, Xiao Sheng was filled with shock, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

His eyes widened, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist, as he stared intently at the blood-soaked ancestor embedded in the stone wall.

Just moments ago, their ancestor was all-powerful and arrogant, but now he was stuck to the stone wall like a dead dog, impossible to pry off.

His clothes were torn, his white hair was disheveled, he was covered in blood, and he looked utterly wretched.

Where was the majesty of a Nascent Soul True Monarch in that appearance?

"This...how is this possible..."

Xiao Sheng murmured, his voice trembling.

His own ancestor, a peerless expert at the late Nascent Soul stage, was actually slapped away by the other party?!

He was slapped away by a woman in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage?!

He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again.

But the scene before me remained unchanged.

The ancestor remains embedded in the stone wall, unable to move.

The two Core Formation cultivators were still lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

Xiao Sheng murmured, his face growing paler and paler.

He suddenly remembered that he had just pointed at Lin Fengmian's nose and yelled that he would make him wish he were dead.

He suddenly remembered that he had just asked the patriarch to take down Lin Fengmian.

He suddenly remembered...

"run!"

Only this one word remained in Xiao Sheng's mind.

He snapped out of his daze and scrambled to his feet, disregarding any semblance of a holy son or the dignity of the Xiao family's direct lineage.

He was terrified and began to flee frantically into the distance!

That speed is faster than a rabbit!

He ran so fast he was practically flying, tumbling and scrambling, losing a shoe in the process, but he didn't even notice.

He had only one thought in mind—to get out of here! As far away as possible!

"stop!"

Lin Fengmian's voice rang out behind him, and Xiao Sheng ran even faster.

How could he dare to turn back at this moment?

What face, what dignity, what majesty of a holy son...?

They're about to lose their lives, what's the point of saving face!