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

He almost burst out laughing.

This idiot actually tried to take his own natal magic weapon head-on with his bare body? He's practically courting death!

But what followed was not the crisp sound of flesh tearing apart, but a deafening explosion of steel colliding with even harder steel!

"clang--!"

The imagined scene of blood and gore did not materialize.

Under the wide-eyed gaze of everyone, the menacing and incomparably sharp golden flying wheel, upon contact with Lin Fengmian's fiery fist, was like crashing into a towering volcano!

The wheel trembled violently, and the runes flashed wildly, but it couldn't break through the defense that was interwoven with jade light and flames!

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds rang out, one after another, each one more piercing than the last.

The Golden Demon-Slaying Wheel, which Jin Buhuan relied on and was of considerable quality, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks centered on the point where the fist struck!

The cracks spread rapidly, the golden light dimmed quickly, and the entire magical artifact emitted a dying groan.

Immediately following, under the overwhelming and domineering burning of the flames and the crushing power of Lin Fengmian's terrifying physical strength—

"Bang!!!"

The entire golden wheel exploded in mid-air, turning into countless burning metal fragments that scattered in all directions! The fragments struck the arena, creating charred craters, and hit the protective array, causing ripples to spread.

"puff--!"

With his natal magic weapon destroyed, Jin Buhuan was shocked and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face, which had been filled with ecstasy, was instantly replaced by boundless horror.

His face went from rosy to deathly pale, then from deathly pale to ashen, as if his spine had been removed. And Lin Fengmian's fist, after shattering the golden wheel, continued its momentum without diminishing in the slightest!

The flames swirled around him, like a meteor falling to earth, and crashed straight into Jin Buhuan's metallic claws, which were aimed at his heart!

"No--!"

Jin Buhuan only had time to let out a short, desperate scream.

"Pfft!"

"Snap!"

First came the sound of flesh and blood being instantly carbonized and evaporated by the high temperature, followed by the muffled sound of bones being crushed into powder by tremendous force.

Jin Buhuan's entire right arm, from his palm to his shoulder, vanished the instant it came into contact with the Li Huo Fist, like a wax figure thrown into a steel furnace!

It wasn't broken or pulverized; it was burned and crushed into the finest fly ash, leaving not even a trace!

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream finally erupted from Jin Buhuan's throat, the sound so sharp it pierced eardrums and echoed throughout the entire Golden Palace.

He staggered backward, his face contorted, trying to escape and hide, but Lin Fengmian's fists followed him relentlessly, giving him no chance whatsoever.

However, this is just the beginning.

Lin Fengmian's eyes were cold, and his fist continued forward, gently landing on Jin Buhuan's fat belly.

There was no loud noise, no explosion, only a faint, almost inaudible "thump".

Jin Buhuan's screams stopped abruptly. He looked down in horror at his lower abdomen.

There, a hole the size of a bowl, charred at the edges, and open from front to back, was clearly visible. The flesh around the hole was burned black and curled up, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

Because the blood vessels had already closed and carbonized instantly under the high temperature of the fire. Through that hole, you could even see the stone slabs of the arena behind it.

The golden core within his body was burned to nothing the moment it was separated from his body by the fire.

"you……"

Jin Buhuan opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the light in his eyes quickly faded. A final trace of disbelief remained in those eyes.

He couldn't believe that he, a Golden Core cultivator, would die at the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

His body swayed, he staggered forward two steps, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He died instantly.

A single glance.

one move!

No, strictly speaking, it was just one punch.

Jin Buhuan, the quasi-saint son carefully nurtured by the Golden Light Cave, launched a surprise attack and used his natal magic weapon.

He was instantly killed by Lin Fengmian, who only had the Foundation Establishment cultivation level, in the purest, most violent, and most shocking way, his body and soul were destroyed!

The obese body lay sprawled on the ring, wisps of smoke still rising from the hole in his abdomen, and a burnt smell filled the air.

quiet!

A deathly silence instantly enveloped the entire Golden Palace!

Everyone froze in place, forgetting even to breathe.

The air seemed to freeze, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world was left with only the figure in the blue robe on the arena and the wisp of lingering fire on his fist.

On the high platform, Mu Xunxiang of the Ice Palace had her icy blue spiritual power flowing between her jade fingers quietly dissipate.

For the first time, a hint of surprise appeared on her beautiful face, which was usually covered in frost.

Her red lips parted slightly, her phoenix eyes widened, and even her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, she sensed the terrifying power of Lin Fengmian's punch more clearly than anyone else.

That wasn't simply due to abundant spiritual power, but rather a slight grasp of the laws of fire.

This young man has actually incorporated the power of laws into his fist techniques!

"Is he really only at the Foundation Establishment stage? This boy's foundation is clearly weak... Junior Sister Miaoxue, just what kind of extraordinary husband did you find?"

The way she looked at Lin Fengmian had completely changed. In those eyes, there was shock, solemnity, scrutiny, and even a trace of... apprehension that she herself hadn't noticed.

What just happened?

A Foundation Establishment cultivator... killed a Golden Core cultivator with a single punch?

Lin Peishan covered her red lips, her clear, beautiful eyes filled with shock, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She considered herself knowledgeable, but what she was seeing was completely beyond her comprehension.

Fu Yinqiu instantly stopped crying and started laughing. Her face flushed with excitement, and her eyes shone brightly as she looked at Lin Fengmian, filled with admiration. Her hands were clenched in front of her chest, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

"Young master is amazing!"

Qiu Qiansong's hand, which was trying to stop him, froze in mid-air. His face turned pale and then red, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, finally uttering only a meaningless "uh".

Jin Buhuan's fellow disciples were devastated, some of them collapsing to the ground, their legs giving way.

Some people were ashen-faced, their lips trembling, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

On the arena, Lin Fengmian slowly withdrew his fist and gently blew away the embers remaining between his fingers.

He glanced down at Jin Buhuan's corpse, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile that carried a hint of disdain and casualness, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on Qiu Qiansong, his voice eerily calm:

"Who's next?"

Elder Qiu Qiansong of Jinguang Cave, who was the first to be hit, only snapped out of his shock when his disciple had already turned into a charred corpse and fallen heavily to the ground.