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

"This slap," Lin Fengmian looked down at him, his eyes icy cold, "was for your sister-in-law, Yan Qingluan, whom you drove to her death."

Yan Kui covered his face, his eyes filled with disbelief and humiliation.

He, the mighty Emperor of the Great Yan, had never suffered such humiliation. Instinctively, he roared, "You—you dare strike me!"

"Yes, we're going to beat you, you tyrant!"

Lin Fengmian sneered, increased the force in his hand, and slapped her again with his backhand!

"Smack!"

The slap landed squarely on Yan Kui's other cheek, sending him flying and crashing heavily to the ground, his two front teeth flying out with blood.

"This slap is for the people of Great Yan you have harmed! Do you deserve to be an emperor?"

Yan Kui lay on the ground, sobbing but unable to speak, his eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and fear.

He has lived for so many years, always holding himself high and his word is law. When has he ever been so humiliated in front of so many people?

This humiliation was worse than death!

Before he could even shout, Lin Fengmian had already stepped forward and delivered the third slap!

"Smack!"

Another crisp sound!

"This slap is for daring to offend my Hehuan Sect!"

Lin Fengmian's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he raised his foot and stomped hard on Yan Kui's abdomen!

"Snap—!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out as Yan Kui's protective aura crumbled before Lin Fengmian's terrifying power, comparable to that of a second-tier body cultivator.

It was as brittle as paper. Then, his dantian was crushed by a single stomp!

"ah--!"

Yan Kui let out a heart-wrenching scream, curled up into a ball, and trembled uncontrollably.

The immense spiritual power, like a flood bursting its banks, poured wildly out of his shattered dantian and dissipated into the world.

His cultivation was destroyed.

"Lin Fengmian! You...you just wait! When my master returns, he will definitely not let you off!"

Yan Kui roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. He struggled to lift his head, looking at a handsome, pale-faced cultivator in the crowd, his voice trembling with tears:

"Brother! Save me!"

The pale-faced cultivator, who had been huddled at the back of the crowd trembling, was now called out by Yan Kui. He broke out in a cold sweat and waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"Your Majesty... no, Yan Kui! We've only met once, please don't drag me into this!"

Having said that, he wiggled his plump buttocks and quickly moved closer to Lin Fengmian, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

Chao Linfengmian gave him a flirtatious wink, his voice so sweet it could drip oil:

"Actually...actually, I've always liked Brother Fengmian! I don't care about that tyrant Yan Kui at all! Brother Fengmian, please don't misunderstand me~"

Lin Fengmian looked at that heavily made-up face and felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and threw a punch! The force of the punch whistled, directly causing the pale-faced cultivator's chest to cave in.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground with a "bang" and then falling silent.

Lin Fengmian shook his hand, wiped his fist with disgust, and then looked at Yan Kui, who was curled up like a dead dog at his feet.

He stepped forward, stomping on Yan Kui with one foot, gradually increasing the pressure.

"Crack, crack—" The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

"Ah—! Spare me! Spare me!" Yan Kui finally broke down completely, pleading with tears streaming down his face.

"Lin Fengmian... no, Grandpa Lin! Just spare my life, and I'll give you everything—wealth, power, martial arts manuals, I... no, I'll give you anything! Anything!"

His eyes were filled with fear at this moment; where was the slightest trace of imperial majesty?

In his eyes, Lin Fengmian was a demon crawling out of hell, a hundred times more terrifying than those ruthless demonic cultivators!

"Now you know to beg for mercy?"

Lin Fengmian increased the pressure on his foot by three points, his eyes full of mockery. "When you sent people to besiege the Hehuan Sect, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

He gathered spiritual energy in his palm, preparing to end this dog's life with a single blow—

"Young friend Lin, please show mercy."

A languid and alluring voice suddenly rang out, like a spring breeze sweeping across a desolate battlefield, carrying an indescribable and enchanting power that instantly drew everyone's attention.

A streak of light flashed across the sky, and a magnificent golden imperial carriage soared into the sky.

The imperial carriage was pulled by nine pure white cranes, and its body was inlaid with various colored jade and gemstones, making it dazzling and exceptionally luxurious.

The beaded curtain of the imperial carriage was gently lifted, and a graceful figure floated out.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman with a graceful figure, wearing a flowing rosy dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements like clouds and rosy hues.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, casually tied up with a simple jade hairpin, which only accentuated her exquisitely beautiful face.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting, especially her phoenix eyes, which seemed to hold autumn water and stars, and every frown and smile was full of charm.

Her red lips parted slightly, revealing a captivating allure that could bewitch all.

She exudes a mature and charming allure, a kind of charm that comes with the passage of time and that no young girl can ever imitate.

She stood there quietly in mid-air, her clothes fluttering, like a blooming datura flower, breathtakingly beautiful yet carrying a deadly danger.

Everyone present was stunned.

Those cultivators who were just fighting for their lives seemed to have forgotten they were on the battlefield. They stared wide-eyed and gaped, not even noticing that their weapons had fallen from their hands.

Lin Fengmian's breath caught in his throat, and he exclaimed in his heart—there is such a stunning beauty in this world!

That charm and allure are just as captivating as Nangong Li's!

In some ways, she was even more mature and alluring than Nangong Li!

He subconsciously swallowed, but quickly came to his senses and warily eyed the uninvited guest.

This person can move freely on the battlefield, which clearly indicates that his cultivation level is unfathomable.

Chu Qingyi's expression immediately turned solemn. She stepped forward to shield Lin Fengmian behind her, her gaze sharp as she looked at the figure in mid-air, her voice cold:

"Could you be the legendary... Lady Mystery?"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her voice like a nightingale's song, tinged with a hint of coquettishness: "Oh dear, Fellow Daoist Yu is indeed very knowledgeable. It is indeed I."

Her beautiful eyes swept over Chu Qingyi, and she exclaimed, "I've long heard of Fellow Daoist Yu's ethereal beauty, and seeing you today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."

Such a refined and otherworldly air, even I, in my presence, cannot help but feel a surge of joy.

Chu Qingyi's tone remained cool, yet carried a hint of wariness:

"Madam, you are too modest. Your celestial beauty is truly unparalleled."

The two stunning beauties stood facing each other, one as aloof as the moon, the other as alluring as fire, instantly becoming the most breathtaking sight on the entire battlefield.