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

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's eyes widened.

One sword—

Just one sword strike!

He severed the natal flying swords of two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators?!

How sharp must this sword be? How fierce must its sword energy be?!

"puff--"

"puff--"

Both Heavenly Sword Sect disciples coughed up a mouthful of blood essence!

His face turned ashen instantly!

Their natal flying swords are connected to their minds and spirits; when the flying swords are destroyed, they also suffer severe injuries!

"My...my natal flying sword!"

One of the disciples looked at the two broken swords on the ground, his eyes instantly turned red, and his voice trembled.

He had nurtured this flying sword for over a decade!

It has been nurtured since the Qi Refining stage, consuming countless rare and precious materials, to reach its current level!

But now—

Is it really ruined like this?

He was cut in two by a single sword strike from a mere late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator?!

and--

After those two flying swords severed their natal flying swords, they were completely undamaged, without even a single nick!

What does this mean?

This means that the quality of the opponent's flying sword is far superior to their own natal flying sword!

Do not--

wrong!

Even if it's of high quality, it shouldn't be cut in half with a single sword strike!

unless……

The opponent's sword energy was so pure that it was terrifying!

The two disciples exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

They were connected to the flying sword's aura. When the flying sword was destroyed, their aura instantly weakened, and they felt as if their energy had been drained.

But at this moment, they couldn't care less about any of that.

Her eyes turned red.

Heart is bleeding.

His natal flying sword, which he had nurtured for many years, was destroyed by the other party!

"I'm going to kill you!"

The disciple roared, no longer caring about rules, his spiritual energy surged wildly, and his palms gathered violent spiritual energy as he pounced on Lin Fengmian!

Another disciple, his eyes also reddening, followed closely behind!

With their natal flying swords destroyed, only one thought remained in their minds—

Kill this brat!

Lin Fengmian snorted coldly as he looked at the two people rushing towards him.

He did not use the flying sword.

Just raising a hand—

Spiritual energy surged forth!

An incredibly powerful spiritual force surged forth from his palm, crashing down on the two of them like a tidal wave!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two muffled thuds!

The two Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were sent flying backward as if struck in the chest by an invisible giant hammer!

"puff--"

"puff--"

Blood gushed out as the person was in mid-air!

They flew through the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing two arcs before crashing heavily to the ground with two loud thuds, rolling several times before finally stopping.

Then--

Then there was no more movement.

He fainted immediately.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure in the blue robe.

Those two are in the late Foundation Establishment stage...

Just like that... he was slapped away?

Moreover, judging from the other party's nonchalant demeanor, they clearly haven't used their full strength yet!

This……

Is this really the late stage of Foundation Establishment?

Lin Fengmian stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the two unconscious figures on the ground, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Then--

He slowly raised his head and looked at Jian Tianyi, whose face was ashen.

"Are these the disciples of a major sect?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"Is that all you've got? You're just making a fool of yourself?"

He paused, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Is your Heavenly Sword Sect out of talent? Sending these useless trash! Do you look down on the Great Yan Dynasty, or on all the other sects participating in this exhibition?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding cultivators changed.

That's a terrible compliment—

That's ruthless!

Jian Tianyi's face turned pale and then flushed.

He looked at his two unconscious junior brothers on the ground and cursed them as useless.

Two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators had their natal flying swords severed by a single sword strike from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and were slapped away with a single palm strike.

If word gets out, the Heavenly Sword Sect will lose all face!

But what angered him even more was Lin Fengmian's mouth.

That kid's mouth is more venomous than his sword!

Jian Tian's aura surged, and his peak Foundation Establishment cultivation showed signs of erupting.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Who cares about rules or regulations, who cares about bullying the weak—

Today he's going to teach this arrogant brat a lesson himself!

He lifted his foot, about to take a step—

"Tap tap tap tap—"

A series of orderly footsteps suddenly came from the end of the street!

The footsteps were heavy and powerful, carrying a chilling aura!

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.

A group of cultivators dressed in golden armor were seen walking briskly towards them.

The leader was clad in heavy golden armor, with a long sword at his waist. His face was stern, and his eyes were like lightning.

His aura was as powerful and imposing as a mountain; it was none other than—

The pinnacle of foundation building!

The golden-armored cultivators behind them were all at the Foundation Establishment stage!

"The Golden-Armored Guards of the Great Yan Dynasty!"

"It's the patrol!"

"How did we manage to alert them...?"

Exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd.

The Golden Armor Guards are the elite force of the Great Yan Dynasty, responsible for maintaining the security of the capital.

Anyone who dares to engage in private fighting within the capital will be arrested and imprisoned!

The commander of the golden-armored guards strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the two unconscious Heavenly Sword Sect disciples on the ground, then looking at Lin Fengmian, his brows furrowing.

"Private duels are strictly prohibited within the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty!"

His voice was deep and authoritative, and his gaze swept back and forth between Lin Fengmian and Jian Tianyi.

"What do you guys want?!"

Jian Tian was overjoyed to see the golden-armored guards arrive.

He quickly suppressed the surging aura around him, and put on a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.

As a first-rate sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect will surely be favored by the Great Yan Dynasty!

He stepped forward, took out a token from his pocket, and handed it to the commander, his tone respectful yet tinged with arrogance:

"Commander, I am Jian Tianyi, the Sword Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

He paused, then pointed at Lin Fengmian.

"This is the man who, relying on his superior cultivation, ruthlessly attacked and killed my two junior brothers without a word! I urge the commander to investigate thoroughly and apprehend him immediately!"

He spoke with righteous indignation, as if he were the victim.

The commander took the token, examined it, and confirmed that it was indeed a token from the Heavenly Sword Sect. His brows relaxed slightly.

He turned to look at Lin Fengmian and sized him up.

A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

They were dressed plainly, and it was impossible to tell which sect they belonged to.

They don't seem like disciples of a major sect.

The commander, having made up his mind, looked at Lin Fengmian with a displeased expression:

"you--!"

He was just about to ask for the person's arrest—

"Wait a minute."

A clear yet majestic voice suddenly rang out.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a power that couldn't be ignored.

The crowd automatically separated.

A red figure walked gracefully towards them.

It was a woman.

She wore an elegant red dress, perfectly tailored, which accentuated her mature and voluptuous figure.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet her eyes and brows carried a hint of authority befitting a superior.

Her aura was restrained, making it impossible to discern its depth, but the imposing presence she exuded in every gesture commanded respect.