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

Below the stage, Liu Yiyi's expression changed slightly.

Although she didn't understand swords, the imposing aura emanating from that sword...

You can sense it even from this distance. That's something no ordinary weapon can compare to!

Can Lin Fengmian really win?

She instinctively clenched her sleeves.

Although she had two plans, deep down she hoped Lin Fengmian would win.

After all, Lin Fengmian's face and temperament were far superior to Lin Fengchen's.

Moreover, his indifferent attitude towards her only made her more restless.

It's more rewarding to conquer a man who presents such a challenge!

But what if he loses...

Liu Yiyi bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the figure in the blue robe on the stage.

At this moment, Lin Fengmian on the stage finally spoke.

He ignored Lin Fengchen's clamor, merely turning his head slightly to look at Lin Yuanhao, who sat calmly to one side of the audience, his voice serene:

"Lin Yuanhao, I want to ask you a question: once you step onto this life-or-death arena, is life or death left to fate?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuanhao was first taken aback, then burst into laughter!

"Hahaha--!"

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, and it took him a while to stop.

Pointing at Lin Fengmian on the stage, his face was full of mockery:

"What? Is our esteemed young master of the Lin family afraid?"

Behind him, a group of lackeys immediately joined in the laughter.

"Hahaha! That's hilarious! He's asking for my life before even fighting!"

"Lin Fengmian, if you're scared, hurry up and kneel down and kowtow. Maybe Young Master Fengchen will take pity on you and spare your life!"

"Yeah, yeah! Hurry up and kneel down! Don't waste everyone's time!"

Lin Yuanhao raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and looked at Lin Fengmian with a smile, his tone as if he were bestowing a favor:

"Don't worry, you are Brother Yuan Dong's only son. How could I bear to let you die? I will ask Chen'er to show mercy and spare your life later."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"However, he can't escape punishment. My son's injuries must be addressed."

Below the stage, several elders were furious and wanted to speak, but they were firmly suppressed by their lackeys.

On stage, Lin Fengmian suddenly smiled after hearing Lin Yuanhao's words.

That smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down Lin Yuanhao's spine.

But he quickly suppressed his unease.

What waves can a little beast stir up?

Lin Fengmian turned his head to look at Lin Fengchen opposite him, his voice still calm:

"Lin Fengchen, I'll give you another chance out of consideration for our shared clan."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"Now, give me my father's sword, then take your good-for-nothing father and get out of the Lin family. Perhaps I can spare your life."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking incredulously at the figure in the blue robe on the stage.

What...what did he say?!

Tell Lin Fengchen to get out of the Lin family?! And call Lin Yuanhao a piece of trash?!

Has he gone mad?!

Lin Fengchen was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world:

"Hahaha—! You, a piece of trash with only five spiritual roots, dare to say such things to me?!"

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, pointing at Lin Fengmian with a mocking expression:

"Lin Fengmian, have you gone mad from being a cultivation vessel in the Hehuan Sect?!"

His laughter stopped abruptly, and his expression suddenly turned ferocious:

"I told you, if you don't dare to hit me, kneel down and apologize to me right now!"

Lin Fengmian shook his head and sighed softly:

"Okay, let's fight then."

The moment the words fell.

Lin Fengchen made a move!

He exerted force with his feet, and his whole body was like a streak of light, holding the Golden Edge Sword, rushing towards Lin Fengmian!

With the full power of the Qi Refining 12th level spiritual energy, the Golden Edge Sword shone with dazzling golden light. When the sword was slashed down, it seemed as if even the air was being torn apart!

"Go to hell!"

He roared and thrust his sword straight at Lin Fengmian's head!

He needs to make this a quick victory! He needs to win Yiyi's favor!

Below the stage, Liu Yiyi's pupils shrank, and her heart jumped into her throat!

The elders were shocked, and Lin Yuanshan even stood up abruptly!

however

Lin Fengmian did not move.

He just stood there quietly.

He remained calm as he watched the sword approach.

Until the sword's edge was only three feet away from his brow—

He moved.

No one saw how he moved.

All the onlookers saw was a flash of golden light in his hand.

Like lightning streaking across the sky, or like a fleeting glimpse of a beautiful swan.

Then, everything returned to calm.

Lin Fengchen remained frozen in place, still in his forward-charging posture.

The golden sword in his hand was no longer in his possession.

On the stage, Lin Fengmian still stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had never moved.

But now he has a sword in his hand.

The sword gleamed with a pale golden light, and its blade was long and narrow—it was the Golden Edge Sword.

Lin Fengmian looked down at the sword in his hand, his gaze shifting slightly.

Father's sword.

He looked up at Lin Fengchen across from him.

Lin Fengchen remained motionless, his expression frozen between ferocity and astonishment.

Below the stage, everyone held their breath.

What happened...what happened?

next moment--

"Pfft."

A very soft sound rang out.

A line of blood slowly appeared in the center of Lin Fengchen's body.

From the top of the head, to the center of the forehead, to the tip of the nose, to the lips, to the chest, to the lower abdomen—

The blood lines became clearer and deeper.

Then, to everyone's horrified gaze, Lin Fengchen's body was split in two!

Blood gushed out, internal organs rolled out, and the two halves of the corpse fell onto the stage with two thuds, splashing up a cloud of blood mist!

The entire room fell silent!

No one spoke.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped.

On the stage, the figure in the green robe stood quietly, not even a drop of blood staining the hem of his clothes.

He was holding two swords in his hands.

A surge of pure and powerful spiritual energy erupted from his body!

The spiritual energy was so solid it was almost tangible, flowing around his body!

"This...this is the Foundation Establishment stage?!"

Someone gasped in surprise, their voice trembling.

"No! He's still in the Qi Refining stage! But the quality of his spiritual energy... is comparable to the early Foundation Establishment stage!"

"How is this possible! He clearly has five spiritual roots! How is this possible!"

"My God, what kind of monster is Lin Fengmian?!"

Exclamations rose and fell, and all the gazes directed at Lin Fengmian changed.

Below the stage, Liu Yiyi covered her mouth, completely stunned.

This...this is the man she's set her sights on!

So strong! So handsome!

Lin Fengchen, that idiot, isn't even as good as one of his fingers!

If I could become his woman...

Liu Yiyi felt her whole body heat up, her eyes filled with a determined light.

But the next second—

"Chen'er—!"

A heart-wrenching scream shattered the silence!

Lin Yuanhao suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, and he was like a mad beast, his mid-Foundation Establishment spiritual power erupting from his body!

"Lin Fengmian! I'll make you pay with your life!!"

He roared and smashed the table in front of him with one palm. He then transformed into a streak of light and pounced on Lin Fengmian on the stage!