Your Cousin's Face Was Trampled By Me

Luo Ling's icy voice spread, and the atmosphere around them immediately fell silent.

Everyone looked at Luo Ling and instinctively took a step back. They had only compared her to Lin Changkong for a moment, and it had already led to a fight.

How domineering was that!

Many people also looked at Lin Changkong. Luo Ling's actions undoubtedly told everyone present that in her eyes, Lin Changkong was nothing.

Let alone whether he was strong or not, he didn't even have the qualifications to be compared with her.

This wasn't confidence; it was outright arrogance, extreme arrogance!

Lin Changkong's expression was cold, but he didn't get led by the nose or fly into a rage. Instead, a cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

It was obvious that Luo Ling had done this deliberately, specifically to put him in his place and disrupt his Dao heart.

But I'm impervious to such tactics. You want to disrupt my Dao heart? Dream on.

Hong Ye, however, was a little angry. She looked at Luo Ling and said, "You've gone a bit too far."

Luo Ling was unfazed. She looked at Hong Ye and said, "Too far? Perhaps, but this is just how I, Luo Ling, do things. I only care about what's real; I don't like pretense.

I naturally appreciate those with strength, but comparing trash without strength to me brings me nothing but disgust."

As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Changkong, a look of provocation in her eyes.

Zhao Zheng, standing behind her, added, "Luo Ling is right. Although we can't compare to you seniors, we can still be called geniuses.

It's only right to fight when you compare us geniuses to a waste from the Servant Courtyard."

"This is also a lesson for those who don't know how to speak properly. Without rules, there can be no order. Luo Ling did the right thing.

If you don't like it, Senior Sister, you can simply not watch. But it's not your place to tell us what to do."

Zhong Li, another cultivator at Qi Gathering third layer, chimed in.

The three of them were in cahoots, clearly having colluded beforehand. They were also emboldened by having someone backing them up, making them fearless.

Hong Ye's brows furrowed, her gaze suddenly turning icy.

"Strength? Heh, the three of you at Qi Gathering third layer, according to you, where do you get the nerve to talk about strength in front of me?"

Hong Ye took a step forward, her aura exploding, suppressing the three of them single-handedly.

"Hong Ye, you're a senior. Bullying three newcomers is improper!"

A cold voice rang out, and another tall, imposing figure walked over. He was a man of large stature with a stern gaze.

"Zhang Qingfeng!"

Hong Ye looked at the approaching man, her voice growing colder.

It was Zhang Qingyun's older cousin, Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng chuckled and said, "It's me. What, are you going to fight me?"

Hong Ye's aura didn't diminish. "If you wish, I'm ready anytime!"

"Heh, Hong Ye, don't be too confident. Although you're ranked three places above me now, it doesn't mean you'll definitely win.

If you want to fight, you can. You'll have a chance during the Inner Sect assessment. By then, I will personally defeat you!

As for today, it's the New Disciple Martial Competition. Whatever they fight about is between the new disciples. If you interfere, you're shameless."

Zhang Qingfeng sneered. He knew he had people he could rely on, so he was completely fearless, believing Lin Changkong would definitely pay the price today.

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

"Alright, Senior Sister. Why waste time with a few idiots who only know how to throw tantrums by relying on others' influence?"

Zhang Qingfeng said coldly, "Hmph, a mere body cultivator dares to speak such arrogant words?"

Lin Changkong chuckled, "I'll say what I want, it's none of your business. If I'm not qualified, then your cousin Zhang Qingyun is even less qualified.

That trash had his face stomped into the ground by me."

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

You try to disrupt my Dao heart, and I'll disrupt yours. Let's see who breaks first.

As expected, Zhang Qingfeng's expression turned ugly. He shouted, "You dare to be so arrogant!"

Lin Changkong chuckled, "Your cousin's face was stomped into the ground by me."

Zhang Qingfeng's eyes flickered slightly. "Kid, do you want to die?"

Lin Changkong chuckled, "Your cousin's face was stomped into the ground by me."

"You're courting death!"

Zhang Qingfeng was furious, his spiritual energy erupting from his body.

Lin Changkong chuckled, "Your cousin's face was stomped into the ground by me."

"Damn it!"

Zhang Qingfeng was seething with rage. Hong Ye, however, stepped forward and confronted him directly, sneering, "This is a matter between new disciples. You're going to interfere too? Have you no shame?"

Zhang Qingfeng's face twitched with anger. He glared fiercely at Lin Changkong. "Just you wait until you're beaten to death at the New Disciple Martial Competition!"

Lin Changkong chuckled, a smile on his face but killing intent in his eyes.

"It's already so lively before the competition has even started, looks like we're in for a good show today."

Ye Wuchen's voice carried over as he and Luo Qingyi walked over, one in front of the other.

Luo Qingyi's expression was icy and emotionless. She glanced at Lin Changkong and let out a cold snort.

Then she said, "Ye Wuchen and I are the observation elders for today's New Disciple Martial Competition. I'll explain the rules first. The New Disciple Martial Competition isn't one-on-one; it's a free-for-all.

The longer you stand, the higher your ranking. The top thirty all receive rewards, with the top ten getting the best prizes. And for the first place, the sect will reward a fifth-tier weapon.

So, everyone must give their all. Of course, if certain trash are scared, they can forfeit the competition early."

Luo Qingyi shot Lin Changkong a pointed look.

Ye Wuchen walked directly beside Lin Changkong and said, "Lin Changkong, once we're inside, just go all out. Don't hold back.

If there are any blind fools, beat them and thrash them as needed. Absolutely don't go easy on them.

Don't worry, I've got your back. If any blind old geezers try to interfere, I'll beat them to death!"

Luo Qingyi's face immediately turned ashen, wishing she could devour Ye Wuchen whole. However, Ye Wuchen hadn't named anyone specifically, so if she retorted, she'd be admitting it was about her.

Seeing the reaction of the two elders, the others realized that Lin Changkong also had backing.

Ye Wuchen's fierce words sent shivers down many spines.

This elder is truly unlike any other!

Afterward, the gates to the martial arena opened, and numerous disciples streamed in. The vast arena quickly filled with people.

As the gates closed, the atmosphere immediately became tense and charged.

Ye Wuchen, carrying his saber, ignored everyone. Luo Ling, Zhao Zheng, and Zhong Li, however, all looked at him with hostile expressions.

The others knew that Lin Changkong and these three were bound to clash. So, they didn't make a move, instead turning their attention to watch the spectacle.

"Three Qi Gathering third-level cultivators. How is Lin Changkong going to fight?"

"How's he going to fight? He'll lose as quickly as possible, of course. Do you really think he can even fight back? These are the three strongest new disciples."

"I bet he lasts ten breaths."

"Ten breaths? Don't underestimate him too much. I bet ten and a half, hehehe..."

Various mocking voices rose from the surroundings. Not a single person believed Lin Changkong had a chance.

Outside the arena, Luo Qingyi and Zhang Qingfeng also wore sinister smiles, their breathing becoming smoother. They were already certain Lin Changkong would be crippled for life today.

Lin Changkong faced the three alone, showing no fear, merely reaching out and gripping his saber's hilt.

Zhao Zheng sneered, "If you kneel now, we might go a little easier on you. How about it?"

Lin Changkong smiled without speaking. With a "clang," he drew his saber. The next moment, a fierce blade light, like a storm, surged towards Zhao Zheng.