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

Those ghostly claws were densely packed, layer upon layer, each one containing terrifying, chilling power, as they swept towards Lin Fengmian with overwhelming force!

This move is not only more powerful, but also has a tricky angle, making it impossible to defend against!

A gasp of surprise immediately erupted from the audience!

"My God! What kind of technique is this?!"

"That's terrifying! If they get caught, their very souls will probably be torn apart!"

Many cultivators turned pale and their legs went weak upon seeing this.

however--

Lin Fengmian looked at the overwhelming ghostly claws, and only a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He neither dodged nor defended.

He simply raised his fist again.

On the surface of his fist, the dazzling golden light condensed once again!

This time, the golden light was even more dazzling and intense than before!

"Nine Yang Divine Seal - Second Level!"

Lin Fengmian let out a low shout and threw a punch!

A golden beam of light shot out from his fist, like a golden dragon, roaring as it charged toward the countless ghostly claws!

"Boom!"

Wherever the golden light passed, those green ghost claws crumbled and dissolved like paper!

No ghostly claw could get within three feet of Lin Fengmian!

Li Yuhun's face turned completely pale upon seeing this scene.

His strongest killing move couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes?

He wanted to retreat, he wanted to escape.

But Lin Fengmian didn't give him a chance at all!

"Nine Transformations of Illusion!"

Lin Fengmian's figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot like a ghost!

next moment--

He appeared beside Li Yuhun!

Li Yuhun's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to dodge.

But Lin Fengmian was too fast!

It was so fast that there was no time to react!

Lin Fengmian reached out and ripped the storage bag hanging from Li Yuhun's waist off!

The movements were fluid and clean, as if they had been practiced hundreds of times!

Li Yuhun felt a lightness around her waist, and looked down—

My storage bag is missing!

"you--!"

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

That bastard actually stole my own storage bag during the battle?!

"stop!"

A sharp female voice suddenly rang out!

On the high platform, Feng Meiniang suddenly stood up, her phoenix eyes filled with rage, her chest heaving violently, and her full breasts trembling with each breath.

She pointed at Lin Fengmian and reprimanded him sternly:

"Are all the members of the Joyful Union Sect bandits?! How dare you commit such a theft in broad daylight!"

She was so angry that she was trembling all over, and her delicate face was somewhat distorted.

Nearby, many elders from sects on friendly terms with the Heavenly Demon Sect also chimed in:

"Exactly! This is outrageous!"

"How can you steal someone's storage bag during a martial arts competition? What kind of behavior is this!"

"The Joyous Union Sect is supposed to be a righteous sect, how could they do such a despicable thing?"

Accusations rose and fell, shooting at Lin Fengmian like sharp arrows.

however--

Lin Fengmian merely sneered, weighed the storage bag in his hand, and spoke slowly:

"The victor is king, the loser is villain."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over those who were criticizing him, his tone indifferent:

"This fellow Daoist Li just spoke rudely to me, insulted me, and tried to kill me several times—consider this storage bag my compensation."

A smile played on his lips as he put the storage bag directly into his pocket.

The movements were fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Fengmian understood this perfectly.

His own five spiritual roots were a bottomless pit; if he wanted to cultivate to a higher level, he would need several times the resources of an ordinary person.

Don't miss out on these free resources!

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat, let alone the storage bag of a core disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect. It must contain a lot of good stuff!

Upon seeing this, Feng Meiniang was so angry that her chest heaved violently, her full breasts almost bursting through her clothes.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and her spiritual energy began to surge, slowly spreading out an aura of power belonging to a Core Formation True Person!

however--

Just as she was about to have an attack, the Crimson Lotus Master on the stage moved.

Honglian Zhenren slowly rose, her beautiful eyes as cold as ice, and looked at Feng Meiniang.

An even more powerful pressure suddenly erupted from her body!

The Realm of the False Infant!

The oppressive aura was like a mountain, pressing down fiercely on Feng Meiniang!

Feng Meiniang's expression changed, and she staggered, almost losing her balance.

She raised her head and looked at Master Honglian, her eyes filled with resentment and fear.

Master Honglian looked at her coldly, her red lips slightly parted, her voice as clear and cold as ice:

"Feng Meiniang, this is Qingzhou, not your Heavenly Demon Sect's territory."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the elders who were on good terms with the Heavenly Demon Sect, her tone carrying a hint of warning:

"Anyone who dares to act recklessly here, don't blame me for being impolite."

Feng Meiniang gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the anger in her heart.

She cannot use her hands.

He was no match for Master Honglian.

and……

Feng Meiniang's gaze unconsciously swept over the Prince of Zhennan sitting above her.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a python robe and with a dignified face, was watching everything in the room with great interest, a faint smile even playing on his lips.

Although he didn't speak, there was a clear hint of watching a show in his deep eyes.

Feng Meiniang sighed inwardly.

With the Prince of Zhennan present, she couldn't help but act recklessly.

She snorted coldly, sat back down in her chair, glared at Lin Fengmian with a sinister look, but ultimately said nothing more.

IV. Achieving Fame in One Battle

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall was extremely enthusiastic.

All eyes were focused on the figure in the blue robe.

"My God! He actually won!"

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator defeated Li Yuhun, a cultivator who couldn't even withstand three moves from a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator—what kind of monster is this?!"

"What kind of technique is that golden light? How can it so effectively counter the opponent's Netherworld Ghost Fire?"

"Extremely masculine and powerful! That must be an extremely masculine and powerful technique! It's the perfect nemesis of yin and evil forces!"

"No wonder he dared to go on stage; he came prepared!"

murmurs rose and fell, and everyone's gaze toward Lin Fengmian changed.

Those cultivators who had previously mocked him as a "coward" and a "softie" now looked embarrassed and wished they could disappear into the ground.

The female cultivators' eyes were shining, their gazes fixed on Lin Fengmian like hungry wolves.

"This young master is quite handsome!"

"Not only is he handsome, but he's also incredibly strong! Even Li Yuhun is no match for him!"

"And did you guys notice? The yang energy on him... it's so pure! I can feel it even from this far away!"

"Heavens! If I could cultivate with a man like this, my cultivation would surely break through its bottleneck!"

"Young master! Young master, look this way!"

Many female cultivators couldn't help but wave to Lin Fengmian, their eyes sparkling with spring-like joy, their hearts fluttering with longing.

A few bolder ones even threw him embroidered handkerchiefs with their names and addresses embroidered on them.