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

The sound of bones breaking was sickening. After landing, all four spat out a mouthful of blood and instantly lost consciousness. Their breaths were as weak as candles in the wind, and they were not far from death.

From the moment Lin Fengmian made his move to the moment the four men fell to the ground, only two or three breaths had passed.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Yu Changkun, who was standing still, felt a cold wind brush his face, and then a flash of light appeared before his eyes.

The blade's light was as thin as a cicada's wing, as cold as autumn water, and so fast it seemed to exist only in an illusion.

next moment--

A sharp, excruciating pain shot through my abdomen!

"Ugh!!!"

Yu Changkun let out a shrill scream, as if struck by lightning, his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

He looked down at his lower abdomen with disbelief on his face.

He clutched his lower abdomen, his fingers trembling so much he could barely grip his clothes. He felt as if his dantian had been completely crushed, and streams of warm spiritual energy, like a burst dam, were leaking wildly from the cracks in his dantian, vanishing instantly!

The feeling was as if someone had ripped his heart out alive and crushed it in their palm.

"Ah! My cultivation... my dantian..."

Yu Changkun's voice changed tone, becoming sharp and hoarse, like a crow being choked.

"You! You dare to cripple me!!"

Yu Changkun looked like a madman, his face covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot and almost dripping with blood, staring intently at Lin Fengmian, his eyes filled with boundless resentment and venom.

"Why don't you just kill me?!"

Lin Fengmian slowly retracted his flying sword.

The Little Heavenly Gang Sword emitted a clear, melodious hum. Not a drop of blood stained its blade, and a crimson-gold light flowed under the lamplight. Its aura was several times stronger than it had been in the secret realm.

It's been a long time since I used it, and its power is even greater than before.

He looked down at Yu Changkun, who lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud, his voice icy cold, each word piercing to the heart:

"Kill you? That would be too easy on you."

He leaned down slightly, his deep eyes calmly gazing at Yu Changkun's distorted face.

"You are Chan'er's second uncle after all. Out of blood ties, I'll spare your dog's life."

"I want you to open your eyes wide and look carefully—"

Lin Fengmian straightened up, his gaze sweeping across every corner of the hall. His voice was not loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"How I uprooted the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion, the very place you so desperately wanted to rely on, and crushed it into dust!"

As Lin Fengmian finished speaking, the entire front hall of the Yu family fell into a deathly silence!

You could hear a pin drop!

All the elders and guards who were still standing were stiff all over, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

Just a moment ago, they seemed to see Hades, the god of death.

Those four Golden Core disciples were elite assassins trained by Yu Changkun over decades; each of them was a ruthless character capable of taking on ten opponents.

But in front of Lin Fengmian, they didn't even have a chance to make a move before being sent flying like paper, their fate unknown.

Yu Changkun—a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator—had his dantian destroyed with a single strike!

They couldn't even see where the blade came from.

Their eyes were filled with nothing but boundless fear and horror!

He instantly killed several Golden Core Elders!

One strike crippled the second master of the Yu family, who was in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm!

This...this is really the legendary good-for-nothing Lin Fengmian, who relied entirely on the Empress's protection?!

But he's clearly just a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Why is their strength so terrifying?!

it's over...

The Yu family has really messed up today!

Those elders who had just raised their hands in agreement now looked ashen-faced, their legs weak, some even unable to stand, and had to lean on the table to steady themselves.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and regret.

In stark contrast to the terror that filled the hall, the head of the family, Yu Changhe, sat at the head of the table.

He stared in shock for a moment, then an indescribable excitement welled up inside him!

My daughter definitely made the right choice!

This young master Lin, how could he be a kept man or a male concubine?

He is clearly a dragon hidden in the abyss, a reclusive genius!

With him around, Chan'er has nothing to worry about!

With him around, the Yu family... might really be able to turn their lives around and never have to depend on others or be at their mercy again!

Yu Changhe clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

The Yu family might be saved!

However, at that moment—

"Report!!!"

A guard from the Yu family stumbled and crawled into the front hall, his face ashen, his voice trembling:

"Something terrible has happened! Master! Something horrible has occurred!"

He staggered and fell to the ground, his fingers trembling as he pointed outside, his throat feeling like it was stuffed with cotton, his voice sharp and broken:

"The Zhenyuan Marquis's residence... the black-armored guards of the Zhenyuan Marquis's residence have surrounded our Yu family mansion! There's no way in!"

"The leader... is none other than the old Marquis Zhou Hanshan himself! And there are elders from the Blazing Sun Sect!"

hum!

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the hall where things had just calmed down a little!

All the clan elders were pale, and those who were slumped on the ground had legs so weak that they couldn't even stand up.

"Ha...hahaha...cough cough!"

Yu Changkun, barely clinging to life and lying paralyzed in a pool of blood, suddenly burst into a hoarse and manic laugh as if in a final burst of energy, the sound mixed with blood and foam, making him appear incredibly ferocious.

He struggled to stand up, but his dantian was destroyed, all his spiritual power was dissipated, and his hands and feet were as weak as noodles. He could only support himself on his elbows and inch his way up.

A twisted smile appeared on that blood-stained face.

Those venomous eyes were fixed on Lin Fengmian, filled with bone-chilling hatred:

"You little beast...did you hear that? Lord Zhou...has come in person!"

He was coughing up blood while laughing, his whole body convulsing like a dying mad dog.

"You're finished! You're all... finished! Hahaha...!!"

"Noisy."

Lin Fengmian didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, only uttering two words softly.

next moment--

hum!

The flying sword emitted a clear, resonant tremor, as if provoked by its master's killing intent!

The blade flashed like a sliver of cold moonlight, passing by silently.

puff!

Yu Changkun's ferocious, maniacal laugh froze on his face instantly.

A head flew high into the air, and scalding blood gushed from the severed neck, painting a large, glaring crimson stain on the pale ground.

Glug glug...

The head rolled to the ground, all the way to the Grand Elder's feet.

Those wide-open eyes still held a lingering sense of frenzied pleasure and a hint of disbelief and bewilderment.

He never understood it until his death.

Yu Changkun's body swayed, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, and fell silent.

The main hall was filled with the stench of blood.

All the elders took a step back, their faces ashen, some even retching.

Lin Fengmian had already turned around and was looking outside the hall.

In the darkness of night, torches blazed like dragons.

Black armor surged like a tide.

The sword light faded, and drops of blood rolled down the bluestone steps.

The headless corpse swayed and fell to the ground with a thud. The front hall was so silent that even breathing could be heard clearly.