Your Cousin's Face Was Smashed Beneath My Feet

Luo Ling's icy voice carried through the air, and the atmosphere around them immediately fell deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Luo Ling and instinctively backed away. She had actually started fighting just because someone compared her to Lin Changkong.

How overbearing!

Many people also turned to look at Lin Changkong. Luo Ling's actions were undoubtedly a public declaration that, in her eyes, Lin Changkong was absolutely nothing.

Forget whether he was strong or not—he did not even qualify to be compared with her.

This was not confidence. It was sheer arrogance, arrogance taken to the extreme!

Lin Changkong's expression was cold, but he did not let her lead him by the nose and fly into a rage from humiliation. Instead, a cold smile curled across his lips.

Clearly, Luo Ling had done this deliberately, specifically to knock him down a peg and damage his Dao heart.

But I'm impervious to flattery and threats. You want to damage my Dao heart? Dream on.

Hong Ye, however, was somewhat angered. Looking at Luo Ling, she said, "You've gone a little too far, haven't you?"

Luo Ling was utterly fearless as she looked at Hong Ye. "Too far? Perhaps. But this is how I, Luo Ling, do things. I care only about the truth and dislike all that empty nonsense.

"I naturally admire those with strength, but putting worthless trash with no strength beside me for comparison brings me nothing but disgust."

As she spoke, she cast Lin Changkong a glance, her provocation unmistakable.

Zhao Zheng, standing behind her, also said, "Luo Ling is right. Though we may not yet compare to old disciples like you, we can still be called geniuses.

"To compare geniuses like us to a piece of trash from the Servant Courtyard—it deserved a beating from the start."

"This is also a lesson for certain blind fools, so they know how they should speak in the future. Without rules, there can be no order. Luo Ling did the right thing.

"If Senior Sister doesn't like it, you can simply look away. But it is not your place to teach us how to do things."

Zhong Li, another at the Qi Gathering Third Level, said the same.

The three of them were birds of a feather, clearly having colluded beforehand. With someone backing them, they were utterly fearless.

Hong Ye frowned tightly, and her gaze suddenly turned ice-cold.

"Strength? Heh. You three are merely at the Qi Gathering Third Level. By your logic, what face do you have to talk about strength in front of me?"

Hong Ye stepped forward, her aura erupting as she suppressed all three of them alone.

"Hong Ye, isn't it a bit disgraceful for an old disciple like you to bully three newcomers?"

A cold voice rang out, and another tall figure strode over. He was a large-built man with a stern, chilly gaze.

"Zhang Qingfeng!"

Hong Ye looked at the approaching man, and her voice grew even colder.

The one who had come was Zhang Qingyun's cousin, Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng gave a low laugh. "It's me. What, are you going to make a move against me?"

Hong Ye's aura did not diminish. "If you want to, I'll accompany you anytime!"

"Heh, Hong Ye, don't be too confident. Though you currently rank three places above me, that does not mean you can definitely defeat me.

"If you want to fight, fine. There will be a chance during the Inner Sect entrance assessment. When the time comes, I will personally knock you from your horse!

"As for today, it is the New Disciple Martial Competition. No matter how they fight, it is a matter between newcomers. If you interfere, then you truly have no shame."

Zhang Qingfeng sneered. He knew he had bought people off, so he was completely fearless. He believed Lin Changkong would certainly pay the price today.

Hong Ye was indignant, but before she could speak, Lin Changkong grabbed her.

"Enough, Senior Sister. Why waste time with a few idiots who only know how to throw their weight around under someone else's banner?"

Zhang Qingfeng said coldly, "Hmph. A mere Body Cultivator dares to speak such brazen nonsense?"

Lin Changkong smiled. "I'll say whatever I want. What does it have to do with you? If I'm not qualified, then your cousin Zhang Qingyun is even less qualified.

"That piece of trash had his face smashed beneath my feet."

Lin Changkong knew Zhang Qingfeng had targeted him because of Zhang Qingyun, so he deliberately brought it up.

You want to damage my Dao heart? Then I'll damage yours. Let's see who breaks first.

Sure enough, Zhang Qingfeng's expression darkened further as he shouted, "Do not be so arrogant!"

Lin Changkong chuckled. "Your cousin's face was smashed beneath my feet."

Zhang Qingfeng's eyes trembled slightly. "Brat, do you want to die?"

Lin Changkong chuckled. "Your cousin's face was smashed beneath my feet."

"You're courting death!"

Zhang Qingfeng flew into a rage, spiritual energy bursting from his body.

Lin Changkong chuckled. "Your cousin's face was smashed beneath my feet."

"Damn it!"

Zhang Qingfeng was so furious that flames seemed to rise from his head, but Hong Ye stepped forward and confronted him head-on, mocking, "This is a matter between newcomers. You want to interfere too? Have you thrown away all your shame?"

Zhang Qingfeng's face twitched with rage. He glared viciously at Lin Changkong. "Just wait to be beaten to death in the New Disciple Martial Competition!"

Lin Changkong chuckled, smiling outwardly while killing intent flickered in his eyes.

"The competition has not even begun, and it is already this lively. Looks like there will be a good show today."

Ye Wuchen's voice drifted over as he and Luo Qingyi approached one after the other.

Luo Qingyi's face was icy and expressionless. She swept her gaze over Lin Changkong and let out a cold snort.

Then she said, "Ye Wuchen and I are the observing elders for today's New Disciple Martial Competition. Let me explain the rules first. This competition is not one-on-one, but a melee involving everyone.

"The longer you remain standing, the higher your ranking will be. The top thirty will all receive rewards, with the top ten receiving the best rewards. As for first place, the sect will award a fifth-tier weapon.

"Therefore, everyone must go all out. Of course, certain pieces of trash may also withdraw early if they are afraid and forfeit the competition."

Luo Qingyi gave Lin Changkong a heavy look.

Ye Wuchen walked straight over to Lin Changkong and said, "Lin Changkong, once you enter, just fight. Don't hold back.

"Some blind fools deserve to be beaten, so beat them. Those who deserve a thrashing, thrash them. Do not show mercy.

"Don't be afraid. I'll be watching your back. If certain blind old hags want to interfere, I'll fuck her to death!"

Luo Qingyi's face immediately turned livid. She wanted nothing more than to devour Ye Wuchen alive, but he had not named anyone. If she argued back, she would only be admitting the shoe fit.

Only then did the others realize, from the reactions of the two elders, that Lin Changkong had someone backing him as well.

Ye Wuchen's savage words made quite a few people's hearts pound in terror.

This elder was truly unlike the rest!

Soon afterward, the gates of the arena opened, and countless disciples filed in like fish. The enormous arena was quickly filled.

As the gates closed, the atmosphere immediately became taut as drawn bows.

Ye Wuchen held his saber and ignored everyone. Luo Ling, Zhao Zheng, and Zhong Li, meanwhile, all looked at Lin Changkong with unfriendly expressions.

The others also knew that Lin Changkong was bound to fight these people, so rather than making a move, they all turned to watch, intending to enjoy the spectacle first.

"Three at the Qi Gathering Third Level. How is Lin Changkong supposed to fight?"

"How? Naturally, by losing as quickly as possible. Do you really think he has any ability to fight back? These are the three strongest newcomers."

"I bet he lasts ten breaths."

"Ten breaths? You're underestimating him too much. I bet ten and a half breaths, hahaha..."

Mocking voices rose all around. Not a single person believed Lin Changkong had any chance of winning.

Outside the arena, Luo Qingyi and Zhang Qingfeng both wore sinister smiles. Even their breathing grew easier, already convinced that Lin Changkong would become crippled for life today.

Lin Changkong faced all three alone without the slightest fear, merely reaching out to grip the hilt of his saber.

Zhao Zheng sneered. "Kneel now, and we can go a little easier on you. How about it?"

Lin Changkong only smiled without speaking. With a clang, he drew his saber. In the next instant, chilling saber light surged toward Zhao Zheng like a tempest of wind and rain.