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

He felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, or as if he had been struck on the top of the head by a thunderbolt.

Standing frozen in place, his pupils contracted sharply, and the expression on his face went from shock to bewilderment, from bewilderment to disbelief, finally settling on an almost distorted and ferocious look.

too fast.

That's incredibly fast.

Everything happened so fast.

From the moment his disciple launched a sneak attack, to the shattering of his golden wheel, the vaporization of his arm, and the piercing of his chest, to now lying stiffly on the ground, unable to get up...

The whole process was so fast that even he, an elder at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, didn't have time to react!

He didn't even have time to blink.

shame.

This is an absolute disgrace!

This kid actually killed my disciple right in front of me!

In front of him!

One punch!

Just one punch!

Qiu Qiansong felt a surge of blood rush to the top of his head, his internal organs churning, and a metallic taste rising in his throat, almost causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. His fingers trembled, his lips quivered, his entire face turned bright red, and the veins on his temples throbbed.

He roared at Lin Fengmian:

"You little beast! How dare you commit such a heinous act! Fellow Daoists, did you see that? This man is ruthless and utterly inhuman! Let's join forces and capture him!"

Qiu Qiansong's face was ashen, his eyes contorted with rage. His cloudy old eyes were fixed on Lin Fengmian, and his trembling fingers pointed at Lin Fengmian's nose as he cursed, as if he wanted to devour Lin Fengmian alive. His voice echoed in the hall, carrying a hysterical madness.

However, Lin Fengmian simply slowly withdrew his fist.

The flames around him subsided, and the intense heat gradually seeped into his body, while the residual heat in the air slowly dissipated.

His movements were unhurried, as if the punch he had just delivered was nothing more than casually swatting a fly.

His gaze was calm, looking at Qiu Qiansong as if he were looking at a barking old dog, his tone extremely indifferent:

"Elder Qiu, you see, I'm a very honest person. Fellow Daoist Jin told me not to be polite, and I really wasn't."

But I really didn't expect Fellow Daoist Jin to be so weak. I actually killed him with one punch. It's actually quite normal that I didn't stop, right?

He spoke of it casually, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Then, he paused, suddenly remembered something, and continued speaking to Qiu Qiansong:

"By the way, didn't you just teach us that in a major competition, life and death are irrelevant? So, it's better to simulate it beforehand, let us suffer a little beforehand, and face reality, right?"

Lin Fengmian's gaze fell on the charred corpse on the ground, his tone remaining calm:

"Now, your senior brother Jin Buhuan from the Golden Light Cave has finally come to terms with reality. It's just that the price he paid was quite high. So, Elder Qiu, have you come to terms with reality?"

These seemingly casual, almost joking words struck Qiu Qiansong like a resounding slap across the face.

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, their gazes darting back and forth between Lin Fengmian and Qiu Qiansong. The sect elders who had been watching the spectacle just moments before were now trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Qiu Qiansong felt a rush of blood to his head, and his vision went black.

"I...I will make you pay with your life!"

He felt his Dao heart was about to collapse. He no longer cared about the occasion or whether it was proper for an elder to attack a junior.

His body shone with golden light, and the terrifying aura of a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage erupted. The air in the hall seemed to freeze, and the tables, chairs, and benches shattered with a series of cracks. Even the floor was shaken open with spiderweb-like cracks.

They were about to make their move against Lin Fengmian—

"That's enough!"

A cold shout came from the main hall.

The voice was like ice water poured over someone's head, instantly suppressing all the restless killing intent in the room.

Elder Mu Xunxiang of the Frost Palace had risen abruptly at some point. Her icy blue eyes swept across the entire room, her voice devoid of any warmth:

"Elder Qiu, please put away your arrogance! This is the Golden Palace of the Phoenix Cry Kingdom, not your Golden Light Cave's martial arts arena!"

Mu Xunxiang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that pierced straight to the soul, causing Qiu Qiansong to tremble involuntarily.

"Elder Mu! This child—"

Qiu Qiansong tried to argue his way out, but Mu Xunxiang interrupted him.

"Jin Buhuan launched the sneak attack first, and this was in the martial arts arena, where life and death were irrelevant once on stage. Moreover, he deserved to die for launching the sneak attack first."

Lin Fengmian's counterattack was perfectly reasonable, further proving that he was qualified and capable of representing Fengming Kingdom in this grand competition!

Mu Xunxiang's voice was resolute and carried throughout every corner below:

"This matter ends here! Anyone who, without cause, stirs up trouble, instigates internal strife, or interferes with the preparations for the Grand Competition will be considered an enemy of the Phoenix Cry Kingdom and will be executed without exception for interfering with national affairs!"

Her terrifying pressure from the early Nascent Soul stage enveloped the entire area!

The oppressive aura was so palpable, pressing down on everyone's shoulders, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Qiu Qiansong's face paled, and he gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing his burning rage and murderous intent. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging deep into his palms, almost crushing his bones. But in the end, he lowered his head and took a step back.

The patriarch of Jinguang Cave is powerful, but it's far from time to turn against him.

Seeing this, the elders from other sects also realized what was happening and quickly tried to dissuade them:

"Elder Mu is absolutely right! With a formidable enemy at hand, infighting is a path to certain death!"

"Elder Qiu, please accept my condolences. Nephew Jin... alas, he was indeed a bit impulsive. Young Master Lu's extraordinary strength is a blessing to our Phoenix Cry Kingdom!"

"Yes, yes, yes! With Young Master Lu's combat prowess, participating in the Grand Competition is truly an honor for our Phoenix Cry Kingdom! The greater good is paramount, the greater good is paramount!"

These old foxes change their tune faster than turning the pages of a book. Just a moment ago they were filled with doubt and even gloating, but now they're all all smiles, their eyes full of admiration as they look at Lin Fengmian.

One punch instantly kills a Golden Core cultivator, a level higher than him!

What does this mean?

With this son around, Fengming Kingdom might actually be able to create a miracle and retain its dominance in this competition!

Self-interest is always the best mediator.

Qiu Qiansong clenched his fists tightly, staring at Lin Fengmian with a sinister look in his eyes, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying, but he dared not make any rash moves.

"alright!"

Seeing that the situation was under control, Mu Xunxiang said no more and directly announced:

"Since no one questions Lin Fengmian's qualifications anymore, the selection is settled! Three days from now, at Chenshi (7-9 AM), gather here and depart for Duantian Peak in the Tianduan Mountains! You may all disperse!"

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and each with their own thoughts, they bowed and took their leave.