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

The sword energy was sharp and fierce, and the sound of it cutting through the air was piercing and ear-piercing!

The sword light was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye it arrived in front of Li Yuhun!

however--

Li Yuhun did not move.

He stood there, watching the sword light draw ever closer, the eerie smile on his lips growing ever deeper.

next moment--

He moved.

His figure suddenly vanished from the spot!

Like a ghost, it appeared instantly beside Xiao Feng!

The speed was astonishing; Xiao Feng didn't even have time to react!

Li Yuhun raised a withered hand, on which a strange green flame was burning!

The flames were cold, devoid of any warmth, yet emanated a chilling aura of death!

He struck out with his palm, directly hitting the side of the flying sword!

"clang--!"

A crisp sound!

The silver flying sword was slapped away and flew straight out, spinning as it crashed into a pillar in the distance with a dull thud!

The spiritual light on the sword dimmed slightly in an instant!

Xiao Feng's pupils suddenly contracted!

How is that possible!

The flying sword that he had been wielding with all his might was actually slapped away?!

Before he could think any further, Li Yuhun's figure had already disappeared again!

next moment

A withered hand burning with green flames appeared in front of Xiao Feng!

The hand moved incredibly fast, striking straight at his chest!

Xiao Feng was terrified and almost instinctively activated his spiritual power to erect a spiritual energy shield in front of him!

The shield shone with spiritual light and was as thick as a solid substance, enough to withstand a full-force attack from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!

however--

"Snap!"

That spiritual energy shield didn't even last a second!

Under the scorching heat of the green flames, the shield shattered instantly, like paper!

Li Yuhun's palm slammed solidly into Xiao Feng's chest!

"Bang--!"

A muffled thud!

Xiao Feng's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which arced through the air before crashing heavily into a pillar in the main hall!

"boom!"

The spiritual patterns on the pillar flickered, dissipating most of the impact, but Xiao Feng was still shaken senseless, and blood gushed from his mouth!

He slid off the pillar and collapsed to the ground, his robes torn and his hair ornament askew; where was the dashing figure he once was?

That once sharply defined profile was now covered in blood and dust, looking utterly disheveled.

He clutched his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

How could that be...?

How could I not even withstand a single move?

And in front of so many fairies...

Still in front of Chu Qingyi...

Looking at his tattered robes and feeling the sharp pain in his chest, Xiao Feng was filled with resentment.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted with rage.

Do not!

We can't just give up like this!

If I were to admit defeat like this, I would never be able to hold my head up high again!

He gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet.

With a wave of his hand, the silver flying sword that had been knocked away vibrated and flew back into his hand.

He gripped the sword hilt, took a deep breath, and mobilized all the remaining spiritual energy in his body!

"One sword... slays an immortal!"

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the sword!

The sword suddenly shone brightly with spiritual light, emitting a deafening buzzing sound!

The sword light was several times brighter than before, and the sword energy crisscrossed, causing the entire hall to tremble slightly!

Xiao Feng's eyes were filled with madness.

This sword strike was his strongest killing move!

Driven by essence and blood, its power is comparable to a full-force strike from the peak of Foundation Establishment!

You go die!

He roared, and the long sword in his hand transformed into a dazzling silver beam of light, slashing down towards Li Yuhun!

As Li Yuhun watched the incoming sword light, his expression finally became slightly serious.

He narrowed his eerie green eyes slightly, and his hoarse voice slowly began to speak:

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"Disperse!"

He raised his palm, and on that withered hand, green flames suddenly surged!

The flames surged and transformed into a giant green ghost claw, which fiercely grabbed at the silver sword light!

"boom--!"

A violent impact resounded in the main hall!

Spiritual energy surged, and waves of energy rolled!

The green demonic claw and the silver sword light clashed for a moment—

next moment--

"Snap!"

The silver sword light shattered instantly!

The ghost claw, its momentum undiminished, grabbed directly at Xiao Feng!

"ah--!"

Xiao Feng screamed in pain as he was sent flying backward once more!

This time, he flew farther and crashed harder!

"Boom!"

He crashed into the wall of the main hall, where the defensive runes flickered wildly, barely managing to block the impact.

Xiao Feng slid off the wall and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and his face ashen white.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Seeing this, Li Yuhun's aura intensified.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his withered arms clasped together, green will-o'-the-wisps dancing on his shoulders, making him look like a demon crawling out of the deepest hell.

His eerie green eyes swept around before finally settling on the direction where the Hehuan Sect members were. His hoarse voice echoed through the hall.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

He laughed wildly and unrestrainedly, his laughter sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl.

"Is this the true strength of the Joyful Union Sect?"

He tilted his head slightly, his tone full of contempt and disdain.

"One of the three great sects of Zhao, is this all you've got? You were beaten to the ground coughing up blood in a single exchange. You really disappoint me."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the unpleasant-looking disciples of the Hehuan Sect, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I'd heard that male cultivators of the Joyful Union Sect only knew how to hide behind women and live off their 'essence,' and seeing it for myself today, it's truly well-deserved! Hahahaha!"

That arrogant attitude and unrestrained mockery pierced the hearts of every cultivator present like knives.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators immediately showed expressions of indignation.

"You arrogant brat!"

"This is outrageous!"

Indignant voices rose and fell, especially among the male cultivators who admired the Hehuan Sect's fairy. They clenched their fists, their eyes filled with rage.

Chu Qingyi, Xiao Xiyue, Liu Shiyin... these fairies of the Hehuan Sect are usually unattainable figures to them, the high and mighty white moonlight in their hearts.

Now this ugly monster from the Heavenly Demon Sect is actually humiliating them in front of everyone!

Who can swallow this insult?

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken."

A clear voice suddenly rang out, drowning out the murmurs of the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a purple figure slowly walking out from the crowd.

He was a young man dressed in purple, with handsome features and an ethereal air. His purple robe was impeccably tailored, and a silver silk sash tied around his waist accentuated his tall and straight figure. His dark hair was tied up with a purple jade hairpin, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead, adding to his dashing appearance.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips, looking composed and elegant.