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

His gaze, like a sinister snake, was fixed intently on Lin Fengmian, his tone full of disdain and provocation:

"Young Master Lin, please enlighten me."

He slightly raised his chin, looking down at Lin Fengmian, a cruel smile curving his lips:

"However, fists and feet have no eyes, and spells are merciless. I have only just broken through to the Core Formation stage, so I am probably not very familiar with the control of power."

"If I accidentally cripple your livelihood during the sparring later and lose the Empress's favor, you can't blame me!"

He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and added menacingly:

"After all, the same applies to the grand competition; life and death are irrelevant. Letting you experience the harshness of the environment now is for your own good!"

Having said that, he took half a step back with a sinister smile, his spiritual energy subtly flowing around him, golden light flickering between his fingers, poised to strike.

Like a ferocious beast that chooses its prey, it is licking its paws, waiting for the moment to pounce.

Qiu Qiansong, standing nearby, added at the opportune moment, deliberately raising his voice as if afraid someone wouldn't hear him:

"My disciple's words make sense."

In the grand competition, there are no mercy to fists and feet. Since Young Master Lin wants to participate in the grand competition, why not experience it here now?

None of you are allowed to make a move! Anyone who does will be disloyal to the Phoenix Cry Kingdom!

These words sound grand and dignified, but in reality, every word is a veiled attack on the heart.

They kept referring to the "Phoenix Cry Kingdom" and the word "loyalty," attaching such weighty accusations so firmly that anyone who dared to speak a word in support of Lin Fengmian would be a traitor.

insult.

A blatant insult.

The two of them, working in concert, not only wanted to publicly humiliate Lin Fengmian, but also wanted to take the opportunity to strike him hard, and it even seemed that they wanted to cripple him on the spot!

The Golden Light Cave's techniques are known for their sharpness, and Jin Buhuan is only in the early stage of Core Formation. If he were to "mistake" and cripple Lin Fengmian's dantian meridians, his attack would be disastrous.

A simple "sparring is inevitable" is enough to gloss over the issue.

Even if the Empress emerges from seclusion, she won't be able to do anything to them.

"You are shameless!"

Lin Peishan trembled with anger, her pretty face flushed red. She never expected the other party to be so despicable, setting a trap in public and then trying to intimidate her with the grand accusation of "loyalty to the emperor and patriotism."

She clenched her fist in her sleeve, her nails almost digging into her palm, wanting nothing more than to rush up and argue, but Lin Fengmian gently patted her down.

Even Fu Yinqiu, who had been standing obediently beside Lin Fengmian, puffed out her cheeks in anger.

Her face turned bright red, like an angry little pufferfish. She clenched her fists and glared hatefully at the master and apprentice.

Those usually gentle eyes,

His eyes were wide open, filled with anger and grievance, as if he were saying: How could you bully me like this!

That angry look wasn't scary at all; on the contrary, it was so cute that it was captivating.

Some of the younger disciples around her felt a tremor in their hearts and couldn't resist the urge to snatch her away.

Hold it gently in your hands and care for it, then gently pinch that chubby little face.

On the high platform, Mu Xunxiang of the Ice Palace simply watched quietly, her gaze deep and unfathomable, without uttering a word to stop them.

She sat upright at the head of the table, her body enveloped in a faint frost, like an ice sculpture goddess, looking down on the farce unfolding in the hall.

Her cool gaze lingered on Lin Fengmian for a moment before shifting away, as if she had other plans in mind.

Representatives from other sects

Xuanjian Sect, Liuyun Valley, and others, all of whom remained neutral, now revealed curious, scrutinizing, or amused expressions.

They held their teacups, their eyes darting back and forth between Lin Fengmian and Jin Buhuan, as if watching a good show.

They also wanted to know how much real skill Lin Fengmian, who was rumored to be favored by the Empress and had stirred up a lot of storms, actually possessed.

How could someone with only Foundation Establishment cultivation occupy such a crucial battle spot? Is he a true prodigy, or is it really as Qiu Qiansong said?

A gigolo who lives off women?

All the pressure instantly fell on Lin Fengmian.

However, Lin Fengmian suddenly laughed.

He gently patted Lin Peishan's shoulder, which was trembling slightly with anger, signaling her to calm down.

His hand was warm and steady, landing on her shoulder through her official robes, like a mountain gently settling down.

Lin Peishan felt that her burning anger had inexplicably subsided a bit.

Then he slowly walked a few steps forward and stood facing Jin Buhuan, whose face was full of scars and whose eyes were fierce.

"Elder Qiu, Jin... what was it again? Fellow Daoist Jin Buhuan, right?"

Lin Fengmian spoke, his voice not loud, yet it carried clearly throughout the hall. He paused, his gaze sweeping over Jin Buhuan, then glancing at Qiu Qiansong, his tone remaining calm:

"You're absolutely right."

His gaze narrowed slightly, but his smile remained:

"Getting injured in a fight is indeed common. After all, swords have no eyes. And, as Fellow Daoist Jin said, if you lose control... it's quite normal to lose your life, right?"

The last "right?" had a slightly rising tone at the end, carrying an indescribable chill.

Jin Buhuan felt a sudden chill run down his spine when he saw the cold look in the man's eyes, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

But then he became very confident.

He was at the early stage of Core Formation! What trouble could a Foundation Establishment stage trash like him possibly cause? That unease must be just a figment of his imagination.

He forced an even more ferocious smile onto his face and licked his lips:

"Hehe, Young Master Lin is indeed very sensible! You are absolutely right! In that case... then please give me your guidance, Young Master Lin."

"If you truly have the ability to take my life, I'll give it my all, without complaint!"

He threw his head back and laughed wildly, the laughter echoing throughout the hall: "I was just afraid you didn't have the ability! Hahaha!"

Amidst his maniacal laughter, the spiritual pressure of the early Golden Core stage erupted from his body!

Golden light shimmered, and a sharp metallic aura permeated the hall, like thousands of golden needles shooting out, causing the air to emit a sharp buzzing sound.

Clearly, he was practicing the offensive and sharp techniques that the Golden Light Cave excelled at.

His murderous intent was fully revealed!

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes fixed intently on the two figures in the arena. A conflict that appeared to be a friendly sparring match, but was in reality a battle for survival and the establishment of authority, was about to erupt.

Qiu Qiansong's gaze darkened, and he thought to himself:

"Is this kid... really the one mentioned in the ancestor's message, the one who might be related to the anomaly in the Fallen Dragon Mountain Range?"

But he's only at the Foundation Establishment stage! How could he possibly have such abilities?

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, then relaxed, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes:

"Never mind, better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free! Today is a good opportunity to test them. If we can kill them while we're at it and eliminate any future troubles, that would be even better!"

With our ancestor backing us up, what does it matter if we offend Phoenix Cry Kingdom and the other eight sects? What has Golden Light Cave to fear!

Having made up his mind to kill, he immediately sent a secret telepathic message to the eager disciples in the arena, his voice as cold as a snake:

"No trade! Listen to me! No need to hold back, no need to worry! If you can manage to kill this brat by mistake, the Ancestor will reward you handsomely when we return! I will personally obtain for you the 'Golden Jade Body Tempering Technique' that you've been dreaming of! From now on, you will be the next candidate for Holy Son of my Golden Light Cave! Kill him for me!"