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

Boom—

An invisible spiritual pressure swept outwards like a tsunami. The bluestone paving in front of the Yu family mansion cracked inch by inch, the tiles of the houses on both sides shattered with a crackling sound, and even the air hummed under the unbearable weight.

The onlookers felt a tightness in their chests, as if they were being pressed down by an invisible mountain. Those with lower cultivation levels immediately knelt down, their faces pale, and even breathing became difficult.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Shan raised his hand to the sky, and a giant palm of spiritual energy, seemingly capable of crushing mountains, condensed in the void.

The giant palm blotted out the sky and sun, its lines resembling mountains and valleys, and the energy emanating from its fingertips pressed five deep grooves into the ground.

Before the giant hand even landed, the rubble, corpses, and broken weapons within a radius of dozens of feet were crushed and rolled wildly on the ground.

"die!"

The giant palm slammed down with a terrifying force capable of flattening a small mountain, pressing directly towards Lin Fengmian's head.

In Zhou Shan's view, Lin Fengmian was merely relying on the power of his magic weapon and his wide-range attacks; his own cultivation was utterly insignificant. This palm strike of his far surpassed the Core Formation stage, already touching the threshold of the half-step Nascent Soul stage, enough to easily crush any Foundation Establishment cultivator into dust.

"Be careful, Your Excellency!"

Elder He of the Lieyang Sect, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up to remind them.

He appears to be kind, but his eyes are actually cold and sinister.

He had already noticed something strange about Lin Fengmian. If Zhou Shan lost this palm strike, it would be his turn to take the stage himself, which was definitely not the situation he wanted to see.

Then, a simple, crimson flying sword silently flew out from his sleeve. The sword was slender and its spiritual light was restrained, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, silently stabbing towards Lin Fengmian's back.

Attacking from both sides, one openly and one covertly, one forceful and one gentle, it was clear that they intended to kill Lin Fengmian in one blow.

Upon seeing this, Lin Fengmian merely gave a cold snort.

He neither dodged nor avoided.

Facing the colossal palm of spiritual energy that blotted out the sky, and the crimson flying sword that silently attacked, he slowly clenched his left fist.

Pure Yang energy and the power of thunder condensed simultaneously on the fist, the extremely Yang and strong aura intertwined with the violent thunder intent, and a chaotic and violent energy suddenly surged in the palm.

The aura grew stronger and stronger, as if it were about to explode at any moment, even causing the surrounding space to subtly distort.

The next moment, he suddenly threw out his fist.

Boom—

An incredibly powerful energy instantly spread out. Zhou Shan's palm strike, powerful enough to shatter mountains, collided violently with the force erupting from Lin Fengmian's fist, as if it had struck an unshakeable divine mountain.

The giant hand shattered in mid-air, its spiritual light exploding into countless fireflies. The mere aftershocks of the collision sent the crimson flying sword that had attacked from behind flying backward.

The force of the shockwave traveled back along with the energy flow, and Zhou Shan groaned, feeling a sharp pain in his palm as if his bones were shattering.

"Ah! You!"

His face was filled with disbelief, and for the first time, horror appeared in his eyes.

Elder He's natal flying sword, which he had painstakingly nurtured for many years, lost all its luster and cracked with fine lines after being swept by the aftershocks of this violent energy.

"No--"

Elder He let out a heart-wrenching roar.

But the next moment, with a soft "poof", his natal magic weapon completely collapsed, his mind was injured, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned ashen.

"Impossible... Who...who are you?!"

The two were horrified, as if they had finally realized that the young man in black in front of them was not the pushover they had thought he was.

"Go ask in hell."

Lin Fengmian's gaze was icy, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

His figure was like a ghost, and his thunderous roar was like a dragon emerging from the sea. With the terrifying heavenly thunder that purified everything, he instantly pierced through Zhou Shan's protective spiritual energy and stabbed into his chest.

"Ugh—"

Zhou Shan lowered his head in disbelief, staring at the huge, bloody hole in his chest. Blood gushed out, his eyes filled with resentment, regret, and bewilderment.

His aura instantly weakened, and the pressure of the half-step Nascent Soul cultivator dissipated like the receding tide.

On the other side, Lin Fengmian's fist, imbued with the force of wind and thunder, slammed fiercely into the protective magic weapon that Elder He had hastily offered up.

With a loud bang, the magical artifact shattered instantly with a mournful cry.

Immediately afterwards, his fist, undiminished in momentum, slammed into Elder He's terrified face.

puff-

The black and white objects exploded instantly. Elder He, the arrogant leader of the Blazing Flame Sect, perished.

In the blink of an eye, two top-tier Golden Core experts died!

The remaining members of the Mountain-Shaking Guards, along with the elders and disciples of the Blazing Sun Sect, were terrified. Looking at the bloody hole in Zhou Shan's chest and Elder He's headless corpse, they lost all will to fight and turned to flee.

"Since you're here, why don't you all stay?"

Lin Fengmian spoke indifferently, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary. All ten spiritual roots within his body were activated simultaneously, their spiritual power vast and surging like a boundless sea.

The Thunder Whip was raised again, and an even more violent net of lightning rained down.

Silvery lightning, like a torrential downpour, covered all directions, accompanied by screams, the smell of burning, and explosions.

A moment later.

The only remaining enemies standing in the arena were Zhao Yan, who was trembling all over, and a young disciple of the Lieyang Sect who was also pale and almost unable to stand.

Zhao Yan, seeing Lin Fengmian approaching step by step, felt his legs go weak, his crotch soaked, and he screamed:

"Lin Fengmian! You dare kill me! My father is Zhao Yuanlong, the Hall Master of the Enforcement Hall of the Blazing Sun Sect! He's a Nascent Soul cultivator, he will definitely not let you go! As long as you let me go, I promise I will never be your enemy again!"

"idiot."

Lin Fengmian was too lazy to waste words with him and twitched his fingertips slightly.

hum-

The flying sword transformed into a deadly, chilling glint.

Click!

Zhao Yan's ferocious expression was frozen in time, his head rolled to the ground, and extreme fear and resentment remained in his eyes.

Lin Fengmian stared at the rolling head, his heart filled with indifference.

In his previous life, he studied the classics and never killed a chicken.

In this life, he suddenly realized that in this dog-eat-dog world, only blood and death are the most direct languages. Now, he seems to particularly enjoy beheading his opponents.

"Confucians use their writings to disrupt the law, and knights-errant use their martial arts to break the law. As for me, I use killing to stop killing."

He silently chanted to himself, his eyes growing colder.

Then, Lin Fengmian's gaze swept over the limp Lieyang Sect disciple on the ground, and he said coldly:

"Go back and tell Zhao Yuanlong."

"His son, Zhao Yan, was killed by me, Lin Fengmian."

"If you want revenge, I'm ready anytime."

The disciple felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and fled this hell on earth in a panic, without even having the courage to look back.

Arrogant!

That's how arrogant they are!

There was a deathly silence in front of the Yu family mansion.

Yu Changhe and all the clan elders were stunned, staring at the charred corpses and bloodstains on the ground, and at the black-clad youth standing calmly in the middle of the field. They felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Throughout Qingyang City, the representatives of the forces that had been secretly observing remained completely silent, their hearts filled with turmoil.