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

The killing intent was like thousands of invisible needles, already pressed against every vital point on his body. Between his eyebrows, throat, chest, dantian... if he dared to make any movement, those needles would pierce in without hesitation.

He had only ever felt this kind of killing intent from ruthless characters who had truly killed countless people.

But those people were all at least Nascent Soul stage cultivators. This young man in front of me… just who is he?!

Lin Fengmian stopped three steps in front of him.

He was half a head shorter than Wang Hu, and much thinner. Yet, standing there, Wang Hu felt as if he were looking up at an insurmountable peak.

"You just said..." Lin Fengmian began, his voice still calm, "that they should be sacrificed as a sacrifice to the formation?"

Wang Hu's lips trembled violently, and his thick chin shook like a sieve.

"To have them as your personal succulents?"

Lin Fengmian tilted his head slightly, as if asking a serious question. But the cold light in his eyes was already extremely chilling.

Wang Hu finally broke down.

"Senior...Senior, spare my life! I didn't know! I truly didn't know these two fairies were your people! If I had known, even if you gave me a hundred lives, I wouldn't have dared!"

His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

His massive body kicked up a cloud of dust, but he paid no heed to that and just kept kowtowing.

His forehead slammed against the gravel with a loud thud.

"I am Wang Hu, a true disciple of the Heavenly Thunder Sect under the Six Paths Immortal Alliance!"

I have been ordered to come to the Jueling Gate to assist in its defense!

I was unaware that these two fairies were your women, senior. I apologize for any offense I may have caused and am willing to make amends!

"Please, senior, spare my life for the sake of the Six Paths Immortal Alliance and the Heavenly Thunder Sect!"

In his panic, he brought up his background, as if as long as he spoke loudly enough, he could use the words "Six Paths Immortal Alliance" to intimidate the other party into not daring to make a move.

"The Heavenly Thunder Sect?"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Fengmian's eyes.

Those three words struck him like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan. The memory of the Fallen Dragon Mountains that Qin Lan had mentioned flashed through his mind.

Bai Ruolan and Luo Jian seem to be from the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

He remembered clearly the expression on Qin Lan's face when she talked about the two of them.

It was the chilling feeling of being betrayed by a fellow believer.

He looked down at the kneeling Golden Core cultivator.

"When the spiritual energy was depleted, your Heavenly Thunder Sect closed itself off to protect itself, ignoring the fate of the Demon Abyss. Now that the spiritual energy has recovered, you can't wait to jump out and seize territory, plant your own people, bully the weak, and even covet other people's Daoist partners..."

With each word he spoke, Wang Hu's face grew paler. The protective aura of that late-stage Golden Core cultivator had long since retreated into his body, not daring to release even a trace of it. He curled up like a fish whose scales had been removed.

"Your Heavenly Thunder Sect is truly disgusting, a lineage that has been passed down through generations! You dare call yourselves righteous! Your skin is incredibly thick!"

Lin Fengmian's tone remained calm throughout, so calm that it was completely still.

"No... Senior, I..."

Wang Hu still wanted to beg for mercy.

He looked up, tears streaming down his face, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something more.

Perhaps it's "I'm willing to give up everything I have," or perhaps it's "I'm willing to be a slave to my seniors."

But Lin Fengmian had lost patience with his nonsense.

"In your next life, remember not to mess with the people you shouldn't."

Lin Fengmian lifted his foot and stepped down seemingly casually.

When he took that step, there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, no flash of spiritual light, not even a sound of wind. It was as if he had simply stepped on an ant while walking.

"No!!!"

Wang Hu let out a desperate roar, his mid-stage Golden Core spiritual power surging wildly, layers of protective spiritual light pouring out from his body.

In that split second, it coalesced into a thick golden shield of light.

At the same time, spiritual energy surged through his meridians like a tide, and his fist, imbued with the full power of a Golden Core cultivator, slammed fiercely towards the descending foot!

He couldn't just sit and wait to die! He was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator! He was a true elder of the Heavenly Thunder Sect! He had to live!

however--

The moment his foot landed, Wang Hu finally understood what despair meant.

He did not feel power.

It is an absolute, rule-based crushing domination.

It was as if the weight of the entire world pressed down as that foot stepped down.

His protective golden light instantly twisted, like a piece of paper being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, cracking inch by inch, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

His golden core spun wildly, trying to unleash all his spiritual power, but it was as if it were being pressed down by a mountain, and not even a trace of his aura could escape.

The spiritual energy in his meridians instantly froze, like a rushing river being frozen by the cold.

The power in his fist was stripped away layer by layer, like sand scattered in the wind.

Then—his bones.

And then—his golden elixir.

That golden elixir that he had nurtured for hundreds of years

Finally—it was his soul.

boom!

A muffled thud.

All that remained on the ground was a pool of barely recognizable mud and a few wisps of rapidly dissipating souls.

Wang Hu, the once arrogant and domineering elder in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, was utterly destroyed, his body and soul vanished, and he died a clean death.

Lin Fengmian withdrew his foot as if he had merely crushed a bug.

His face was expressionless, not even his eyebrows twitched.

This gravitational field is perfect for showing off; it's incredibly effective.

He chuckled to himself.

The gravity field granted to him by the awakened little golden dragon within his body is indeed a formidable weapon.

Without using spiritual power or revealing any techniques, a single stomp is enough to crush you like a law—regardless of whether you are a late-stage Golden Core cultivator or possess protective spiritual light.

No matter how powerful you are, under this absolute gravity, you are nothing but an ant.

but--

When he crushed Wang Hu, he had already used a gravity field three times stronger than normal. This was already the limit that his physical body could withstand.

Any more, and his own bones and meridians would be unable to withstand it. It's still not quite enough to deal with a Nascent Soul stage monster.

At most, it can only restrict their actions.

Moreover, the triple gravity field is extremely taxing, and with his current physique, he needs a long time to recover after using it once.

However, it's enough to deal with a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.

After dealing with everyone, Lin Fengmian turned around and looked at Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei, who were in tears and too excited to speak.

The icy killing intent in his eyes melted away instantly, turning into tenderness and affection.

He strode forward and gently pulled the two swaying women into his arms.

"Sorry I'm late."

He spoke softly, a hint of self-reproach in his voice.

He felt the two delicate bodies in his arms trembling uncontrollably, and felt their fingers gripping his clothes tightly, as if he would disappear if they let go.

Feeling that familiar and warm embrace, Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei could no longer contain themselves.

The fear, grievances, and longing of the past few days were all released at this moment.

"Lu Lang..."

"My lord..."