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

The speed and power were so great that the audience below didn't even have time to react!

"not good!"

Lin Yuanshan was shocked and tried to stop them, but it was too late!

Liu Yiyi's expression also changed drastically, and she subconsciously exclaimed in surprise:

"don't want--!"

She wasn't really worried about Lin Fengmian's safety.

But Lin Fengmian is now the man she is determined to have, so how could anything happen to him!

But the next moment——

Lin Fengmian smiled.

He looked at Lin Yuanhao rushing towards him, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

That smile sent a chill down Lin Yuanhao's spine!

An unprecedented sense of crisis washed over me like ice water!

He wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop the momentum!

Just as his palm was about to touch Lin Fengmian—

A figure appeared out of thin air in front of Lin Fengmian.

She was a beautiful woman dressed in palace attire, with a dignified appearance, noble demeanor, and an air of authority that suggested she had long held a high position.

She merely gave Lin Yuanhao a cold look.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at an ant.

"What kind of ant dares to lay a hand on my Nangong family's son-in-law?"

Her lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, but it exploded in Lin Yuanhao's ears like thunder!

next moment--

She flicked her sleeve lightly.

"Bang----!"

A muffled thud!

Lin Yuanhao was sent flying like a broken sack, tumbling through the air more than a dozen times before crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground at the edge of the life-and-death arena, creating a deep crater!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere!

The entire venue fell silent once again!

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the figure in palace attire on the stage.

After a moment, someone spoke, trembling:

"A fake...a fake True Immortal!"

"He's a fake Core Formation cultivator!"

"Heavens! Lin Fengmian actually has a fake Core Formation cultivator protecting him!"

A chorus of gasps erupted, and disbelief was written on everyone's face.

A fake immortal!

For cultivators from small families and independent practitioners like them...

Those at the Foundation Establishment stage are already high-ranking ancestors, and those at the Pseudo-Core Formation stage are legendary beings!

Normally it's difficult to even see them, but now they're standing right in front of them!

And they were even protecting Lin Fengmian!

At that moment, Lin Yuanhao finally struggled to his feet from the pit.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and he looked as disheveled as a stray dog.

He stared intently at the figure in the blue robe on the stage, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

But more than anything, it was fear.

A fake Core Formation Realm cultivator... He never imagined that Lin Fengmian would have a fake Core Formation Realm cultivator by his side!

However, before he could think further—

A golden sword light descended from the sky!

Lin Fengmian leaped high into the air, pointing his golden sword at the sky!

The sword light splits!

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight!

In the blink of an eye, countless sword shadows bloomed like lotus flowers, covering the entire sky!

Each sword shadow emitted a sharp sword light, and the sword hummed, faintly accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder!

"Such refined sword energy!"

Some knowledgeable cultivators in the audience exclaimed in surprise!

Lin Yuanhao's pupils shrank sharply, and his face turned deathly pale!

He tried to dodge, but found himself surrounded by countless sword shadows, with nowhere to escape!

He could only frantically channel his spiritual energy to create a protective aura!

"Old dog!"

Lin Fengmian's voice boomed like thunder, resounding throughout the entire sky with the aid of the Golden Edge Sword:

"Today, I will cleanse the house on behalf of my father!"

"Die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword technique in his hand changed!

A storm of sword shadows rained down from the sky!

"No----!"

Lin Yuanhao let out a desperate roar!

But the next second, his voice was drowned out by the endless sword light!

"BOOM ...

As the sword energy fell, dust flew and rocks shattered!

The entire arena of life and death was trembling!

The rain of swords lasted for more than ten breaths before it gradually subsided.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Only then did everyone see the scene in the pit clearly—

Lin Yuanhao remained standing.

But his body was covered in wounds, with not a single patch of undamaged skin; blood gushed from countless cuts.

He looked as if he had been pulled out of a pool of blood.

next moment--

"Bang!"

His body fell straight down.

There was no more sound.

Lin Yuanhao, die!

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again!

Everyone stared blankly at the figure in the green robe on the stage, at the golden sword that was still dripping blood, and their hearts were filled with turbulent waves.

One move! Just one move!

A cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi Refining actually killed a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator in one move!

This...this is impossible!

But the facts are right in front of them, leaving them no choice but to believe it!

Lin Fengmian sheathed his golden sword, turned to look at the beautiful woman in palace attire, and bowed with clasped hands in greeting:

"Thank you for saving me, senior."

The beautiful woman glanced at him, snorted coldly, turned her head to the side, and remained silent.

That posture was extremely arrogant.

Lin Fengmian chuckled inwardly.

Nangong Li was right; this second mistress was indeed arrogant.

However, she does have the qualifications, and I won't stoop to her level.

He turned around and glanced at the crowd below the stage.

Those who had previously mocked him now lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

Those elders who were originally on good terms with the Lin family were now in tears, looking at Lin Fengmian on the stage as if they were seeing Lin Yuandong from back then.

Lin Yuanshan was so excited that he trembled all over and his eyes reddened.

Good boy...good boy!

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath, his voice clear and resonant, echoing throughout the entire venue:

"Lin Yuanhao and his son Lin Fengchen have seized control of the Lin family, forming cliques for personal gain, suppressing loyal officials, and oppressing their clansmen! Today, in the name of the young master of the Lin family, I am here to cleanse the family of this evil scourge on my father!"

He paused, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over the former lackeys of Lin Yuanhao in the audience:

"Does anyone disagree?!"

When his gaze swept over them, the lackeys fell silent, trembling all over, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.

Lin Yuanhao was killed with a single sword strike, what right do they have to complain?

What's more, he also has a fake alchemist by his side!

Even if they had a hundred lives, they wouldn't dare to complain!

Those clansmen who had been suppressed by Lin Yuanhao finally couldn't hold back any longer.

It's unclear who spoke first, but someone called out:

"Young Master is mighty! Cleanse the house!"

Immediately following was a chorus of shouts:

"Young Master is mighty! Cleanse the house!"

"Young Master is mighty! Cleanse the house!"

"Young Master is mighty! Cleanse the house!"

The shouts grew louder and more unified!

Those independent cultivators and members of other families below the stage, witnessing this scene, also began to praise it:

"The Lin family has produced a true dragon!"

"Lin Fengmian's future achievements are limitless!"

"I heard he even joined the Joyful Union Sect and became close to two holy maidens... Tsk tsk, it's truly infuriating to compare oneself to others!"

Amidst the murmurs, Lin Fengmian stood atop the high platform, looking at the excited faces below, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him.

He looked down at the golden sword in his hand.

Father's sword.

Father, don't worry.

With me here, the Lin family will be fine.

You must take good care of yourself... and wait for me.

At this moment, Liu Yiyi, sitting in the audience, finally came back to her senses from the shock.

Looking at the figure in the green robe on the stage, at his heroic appearance holding a long sword, she felt her heart pounding and her whole body burning.

This is the man she wants!

So powerful, so handsome, so charismatic!

Lin Fengchen is such an idiot, he's not even worthy to carry his shoes!

She took a deep breath, straightened her dress, and made sure she looked perfect from every angle before taking light, graceful steps and slowly walking onto the stage.