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

"Tsk, they won't listen to reason, so they'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Wang Hu's face darkened completely, his fleshy features contorted into a menacing expression, revealing his true, ferocious nature.

He slapped his thick palms together with a loud thud.

"Since you refuse the chance to live, then don't blame me for enforcing the sect rules! Guards, take these two ungrateful wretches to the core of the formation! Let them do their last bit of effort for the seal!"

"yes!"

Several lackeys stepped forward with lewd grins and reached out to grab the two women.

Their movements were crude and unrestrained, their eyes gleaming with a nauseating light.

His gaze roamed freely over Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei, while he made lewd tsk-tsk sounds.

Cang Yuwei held her sword horizontally in front of Gu Qingge, the sword humming as it flowed with weak yet resolute spiritual power.

Gu Qingge also opened her eyes, the sorrow gone, leaving only coldness and determination.

The two stood side by side, and even in their weakened state, their imposing and unapproachable aura still made the disciple at the front pause in his steps.

But Wang Hu snorted coldly behind him, and the disciple, emboldened, reached out with a lewd grin.

That dirty hand was less than a foot away from Cang Yuwei's wrist.

Just then—

"I bet no one will dare to lay a finger on them."

A calm, unwavering voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

The sound was not loud; in fact, it could be described as gentle.

Yet it overwhelmed the howling winds of the Demon Abyss and drowned out the buzzing of the sealing formation, penetrating with crystal clarity into the depths of the souls of everyone present.

The moment the voice fell, the surging demonic energy in the air seemed to freeze, everyone's movements froze, and even breathing became difficult.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

The fat on Wang Hu's face twitched violently.

A fear stemming from his very survival instinct instantly gripped his heart.

That fear came without any reason.

He was a cultivator in the late Golden Core stage, the strongest person in the Absolute Spirit Sect. How could he be so frightened by a voice?

But his back was still covered in a layer of white sweat.

He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the sound.

A young man in black appeared not far away, seemingly out of nowhere.

He stood with his hands behind his back on a protruding black rock, with surging demonic energy behind him and a sealing formation illuminated by blood-red light in front of him.

He was dressed in all black, his figure was as straight as a sword, and his face was so handsome that it was almost unreal.

But the expression on his face was chillingly calm.

Wang Hu met those eyes.

Those eyes were as deep as an abyss, as black as ink, completely clear, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

It was as calm as a deep pool of frozen water; what lay hidden beneath the ice was unknown to anyone.

But it was when those eyes looked over that...

Wang Hu felt like prey being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast; his soul trembled, his limbs went weak, and he could barely stand.

"Who...who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Extinction Spirit Sect!"

Wang Hu shouted loudly. He tried to make his voice sound fierce, but as soon as the words came out, he could hear the tremor in his voice.

He was filled with doubt and unease.

When did this person arrive? How come he didn't notice?!

He was at the late stage of the Golden Core realm, and no fluctuation of energy within a radius of several miles could escape his perception.

But this person appeared right in front of him, and he didn't sense it at all!

Lin Fengmian did not answer him at all.

His gaze first fell on Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei.

He saw Gu Qingge's pale face, the dried bloodstains on her lips, and the dust that covered her blue robe.

He saw the blackened wound on Cang Yuwei's left shoulder, and her arm trembling slightly as she supported herself with her sword.

He saw the shocking scars on their bodies, and the lingering fear and stubbornness in their eyes.

In that instant, the calm, icy surface in his eyes shattered.

Beneath the ice, a raging inferno rage.

His anger was so intense it could burn everything to ashes, yet his voice remained calm.

It was bitterly cold.

"The Soul-Severing Sect, is that so great?"

He spoke slowly, his gaze shifting from Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei to Wang Hu's horse-like face.

Then, he slowly swept his gaze over the group of disciples behind him who had been shouting the loudest moments before.

"How dare you touch my woman!"

He paused, his gaze settling on the disciples who had just reached out to grab the two women.

His gaze was gentle, as if he were looking at a few insignificant ants, and the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly, forming a very faint arc.

That smile was more terrifying than any ferocious face.

"Just now, were it your hands that tried to touch them?"

Before the words were finished—

Lin Fengmian didn't make any move. He didn't even raise his hand, make any hand seals, or circulate his spiritual energy.

But the next moment—

"ah!!!"

A series of piercing screams, so shrill they were almost inhuman, rang out at the same time!

The disciples who had reached out their hands suddenly froze. Their eyes widened in disbelief and terror.

It was as if there were an invisible, massive hand, heavy as a mountain.

It appeared out of nowhere without warning, and grabbed their entire arm, and even half of their body!

That force came too suddenly, too fiercely, and too terrifyingly.

The sound of bones cracking rang out one after another, dull yet clear, like someone crushing a handful of dry branches.

The disciples' arms were twisted and deformed to a visible degree, their muscles were twisted, their bones were crushed, and blood and flesh spurted out from between their fingers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With several muffled thuds, the twisted bodies were flung away by an invisible force, crashing heavily onto the rock wall dozens of feet away.

The rock wall suddenly cracked, and rubble fell down in a flurry.

The men slid down the rock face like rag dolls, collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Everyone froze.

The disciples behind Wang Hu, who had been laughing and joking just moments before, now stared wide-eyed, their faces ashen.

Their legs went weak and some even had wet patches on their crotches.

Wang Hu's expression also changed.

"You...you..."

Lin Fengmian slowly walked down from the rock.

He walked towards Wang Hu.

Wang Hu, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, was an arrogant and domineering man who had usurped the power of a sect leader.

This lewd scoundrel, who had just been brazenly threatening the two fairies, now found himself unable to move.

His legs were trembling, his spiritual energy was in disarray, and his mind was screaming wildly.

Run! Run! But his body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move even a finger.

Because he knew that if he moved even slightly, he would die.

The killing intent emanating from the young man in black was so intense that it almost solidified into a tangible form.