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

He did not choose to use his flying sword, nor did he use the Sword Qi Grand Gu, nor did he use his trump cards.

Since the other party wants to settle the matter with fists—

So he responded with his fists!

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath and suddenly activated his Pure Yang Sacred Body to its limit!

In an instant, a vast aura, as powerful as the sun, erupted from his body! Golden light emerged from his skin, forming a blazing phantom behind him that resembled a scorching sun, so dazzling that no one dared to look directly at it!

"Come!"

He let out a low shout, and instead of retreating, he advanced, throwing a straight punch!

There are no fancy moves, no complicated techniques.

It was just a simple punch.

But the power contained in this punch was like a mountain collapsing or the sun falling to earth!

boom--!

The moment the fists collided, a shockwave visible to the naked eye exploded from the point of impact!

The violent shockwave swept out in all directions, forcing several elders with lower cultivation levels inside the hall to retreat several steps!

Smoke rose and gravel flew everywhere.

Everyone stared intently, only to see smoke and dust billowing around them—

A figure staggered back several steps, his steps unsteady, almost losing his balance.

The other figure remained standing still, motionless, without even the hem of his clothes being moved.

As the smoke cleared, everyone was able to see the scene clearly.

Wang Teng's face was ashen, his right fist trembled slightly, and his entire arm was shaking uncontrollably.

Lin Fengmian remained standing with his hands behind his back, his breathing as steady as ever, as if the exchange of punches just now was nothing more than a warm-up.

"Looks like Wang Teng held back."

An elder stroked his beard and nodded thoughtfully.

"That's true, after all, it's a friendly spar between family members, so it's best to stop when the point is right."

"Hmm, but it seems he did underestimate his opponent..."

The elders whispered among themselves, already convinced that Wang Teng had held back, which was why he had lost the fight.

However, at this moment, Wang Teng's heart was filled with turbulent waves!

He stared intently at the figure in blue robes opposite him, his pupils contracting sharply.

Keep it? !

He clearly used all his strength in that punch!

He never considered the idea of ​​"stopping when it's too late"; from the moment he made his move, he was aiming to kill!

But the moment his fists collided, he felt as if he had struck a towering mountain—the force was as heavy as a mountain, indestructible, and could not be shaken in the slightest!

Instead, the force of the shock surged into his body through his arm, causing his blood and qi to churn, and his entire arm is still numb!

How is that possible?!

How could a mere late-stage Golden Core cultivator possess such power?!

At this moment, Lin Fengmian had a better understanding.

It turned out to be the case.

That's about all the opponent's strength is like.

He didn't even use his full strength in that punch, yet he still sent his opponent staggering backward.

It seems that these geniuses of Zhongzhou are not as terrifying as I imagined.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at Wang Teng, whose face was ashen, and the faint smile on his lips became more pronounced.

That expression, in Wang Teng's eyes, was nothing short of blatant mockery!

Wang Teng felt a surge of heat rush to his head, both shocked and furious!

He, a disciple personally taught by Elder Gongsun Yan and a prodigy at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, actually suffered such a great loss in front of a junior at the late Golden Core stage?!

And it happened in front of everyone in the Gongsun family!

In front of Gongsun Chan!

He can't afford to lose face like this!

"court death--!"

Wang Teng roared, his eyes turning bloodshot!

He held nothing back, frantically pushing his spiritual power to its limit. The flames around him surged several times over, transforming into a ferocious fire dragon that roared and circled around him!

The fire dragon opened its blood-red maw, and waves of heat rolled out, pouring out wildly in all directions!

He's risking his life!

"Wang Teng! Stop!"

Gongsun Yan sensed something was wrong, frowned, and shouted.

But Wang Teng was already blinded by anger and couldn't listen to anything else.

He clasped his hands together, and the fire dragon behind him roared to the sky and pounced fiercely towards Lin Fengmian!

That posture clearly indicated that they wanted to burn Lin Fengmian alive to ashes!

Aggressive, almost to the point of risking their lives!

The expressions of the elders inside the hall changed drastically, and Gongsun Chan was so shocked that her face paled, and she almost rushed forward—

However, Lin Fengmian's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"You're asking for it."

He uttered four words calmly, his eyes no longer showing any playfulness.

next moment--

He moved.

With his Pure Yang Sacred Body fully activated, his boundless Qi and blood surged like rivers and seas within his body, and his entire body shone with golden light!

With a flash, he became like a golden streak of light, cutting straight into the center of the oncoming fire dragon!

There was no dodging, no defense.

He simply raised his fist.

Then--

A punch was thrown!

boom!

With a deafening roar, the ferocious fire dragon was pierced through by his punch! It exploded into countless sparks!

Before Wang Teng could react, the golden figure had already appeared in front of him, right up close!

His eyes widened in terror, and he instinctively tried to back away—

That's too late.

Lin Fengmian raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and decisively grabbed his wrist.

Twist it with your backhand—

Click!

With a crisp crack, Wang Teng's entire arm twisted at an unnatural angle!

He opened his mouth to scream—

Another hand slapped him down.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the hall.

Wang Teng's head was knocked to the side by the slap, and he staggered and fell to the side.

But before he could fall to the ground—

Another slap.

Snapped!

He slapped her across the other side of her face with a backhand!

After two slaps, Wang Teng's once handsome face was swollen like a steamed bun.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and crashed heavily to the ground with a dull thud from his sternum, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He lay on the ground, in excruciating pain all over his body, unable to even get up.

Inside the hall, there was a deathly silence.

All the clan elders stared wide-eyed at the scene before them in disbelief.

Wang Teng, who had been so aggressive just moments before, like a god of fire descending to earth, was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, his cheeks swollen, his sternum sunken, and even his breathing was laced with blood.

And Lin Fengmian—

He still stood with his hands behind his back, his breathing as steady as ever, not even a breath out of place.

From beginning to end, he only threw one punch, one twist, and two slaps.

Sold out instantly.

Absolute crushing defeat.

All eyes were fixed on the figure in the blue robe, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Lin Fengmian seemed to have just come to his senses, turned to look at Gongsun Yan, a hint of apology on his face, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture:

"Uncle-Master, I'm so sorry! Senior Brother Wang Teng's attack was too fierce, and I couldn't stop myself in time, causing him some injury. Please forgive me."

His tone was sincere, even carrying a touch of just the right amount of guilt.

It was as if the person who had just knocked Wang Teng down wasn't him at all.