26: Chapter 26 Cherish It

Even his father's young and beautiful concubines paled in comparison to her.

Her beauty was not the green and immature kind like Su Wanqing's, but rather like a fully ripened peach, exuding an alluring fragrance and a sexiness that was suffocating.

Liu Ruyan regained her sight and saw the leering Zhao Tianheng before her; her eyes were filled with loathing and fear, and she could no longer hold back her tears as they slid down her cheeks.

She struggled, trying to break free from the ropes, but they were tied too tightly, leaving her only able to shout out in angry rebuke.

“Shameless scoundrel! Let me go! Ye Yun will definitely come to save me; he won't let you get away with this!”

“Ye Yun?”

Zhao Tianheng sneered and reached out, wanting to stroke her cheek, his tone frivolous and filthy.

“When he arrives, he'll only be able to watch helplessly as this young master has his way with you! I want to see if such a beautiful woman is just as feisty in bed.”

His hand had a greasy touch, and just as it was about to touch Liu Ruyan's cheek, she jerked her head away, her eyes full of disgust and resolve.

She had already prepared for the worst; if she were to be defiled by this beast, she would bite off her tongue and commit suicide rather than live on in shame!

Just as she was about to bite her tongue, Zhao Tianheng noticed her intention. A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, and he pulled a short rope from his waist with a backhand motion.

He pinched Liu Ruyan's chin, forced her mouth open, stuffed the rope inside, and tied it tightly.

“Thinking of killing yourself? It's not that easy!”

Zhao Tianheng gave a cold laugh.

“This young master hasn't finished playing yet, how can you die? Be a good girl and listen, and I might let you suffer a little less.”

Liu Ruyan was unable to speak and could only let out muffled whimpers.

Her eyes were filled with despair and rage, and her body trembled violently from disgust and fear.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Tianheng's desire for conquest grew even stronger.

He no longer hesitated and reached out toward Liu Ruyan's full chest, wanting to feel that soft sensation.

“Young Master, there's movement!”

Just as his hand was about to reach its target, Wu Kui suddenly shouted in a low voice, his eyes fixed outside the temple.

Zhao Tianheng's movements abruptly stopped, the lecherous grin on his face instantly fading, replaced by a cold glint.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand, turned toward the entrance, and said coldly.

“Is he finally here? Ye Yun, this young master has been waiting for you for a long time!”

Outside the temple, a figure swept in like a phantom, his entire body radiating a monstrous chill. His footsteps on the ground produced heavy, dull thuds.

Every step felt like it was treading on the hearts of everyone present.

Ye Yun had arrived.

He stood at the entrance of the Earth God Temple, his gaze shooting into the temple like a sharp sword.

When he saw Liu Ruyan tied to the wooden pillar with tears streaming down her face, a raging fire instantly ignited in his eyes.

The Aura around him suddenly became violent, and the pressure of a Martial Master Realm Seventh Level Peak shrouded the entire Earth God Temple like a mountain.

It caused the black-clad men inside the temple to turn pale, and they subconsciously took a step back.

“Zhao Tianheng!”

Ye Yun's voice was bone-chillingly cold, carrying endless killing intent.

“If you dare touch her, I will surely tear you into ten thousand pieces!”

At this moment, Ye Yun was surrounded by a piercing chill, his gaze locked onto Zhao Tianheng, his killing intent almost solidifying.

“Ye Yun, you certainly have guts, actually daring to barge in here all alone!”

Zhao Tianheng sat behind the wooden table, a haughty and cruel smile on his face, his eyes filled with disdain and anger.

“This young master will give you a chance. Hand over the Qingfeng Step, then kneel and give me three loud kowtows. I might spare you from death and even grant you the mercy of an intact corpse!”

“Spare me from death?” Ye Yun sneered, his voice bone-chillingly cold.

“Zhao Tianheng, why don't you take a look at yourself in a puddle of your own piss! You think these good-for-nothings can keep me here? Release Ruyan immediately, or today I will make you pay in blood!”

“Presumptuous!” Zhao Tianheng slammed the table and barked.

“Ye Yun, don't refuse a face-saving offer! You think you can act lawlessly just because you killed a few pieces of trash? In my eyes, you are nothing but a clown!”

He noticed the unconcealed concern for Liu Ruyan in Ye Yun's eyes, and a sinister smile curled on his lips.

He reached out and yanked Liu Ruyan in front of him, his arm tightly choking her neck, forcing her to lift her head.

“Aren't you worried about her? Then be a good boy and listen! Otherwise, this young master will show your woman some 'love' right in front of your eyes!”

“Zhao Tianheng, you wouldn't dare!”

Ye Yun's eyes were bloodshot, and the Mystic Power around him erupted. The Aura of a Martial Master Realm Seventh Level Peak swept out like a tsunami.

“Let her go!”

“What wouldn't I dare?”

Zhao Tianheng tightened his grip. Liu Ruyan's face turned red as she struggled in pain, but her eyes still looked at Ye Yun with stubbornness, tears of humiliation falling.

“Ye Yun, don't worry about me, just go!”

“Go? No one is leaving today!”

Zhao Tianheng laughed wildly and waved his hand at Wu Kui.

“Wu Kui, get him! Take down this brat who doesn't know the height of the heavens, break his four limbs, and make him watch while I play with his woman!”

“Yes, Young Master!”

A flash of ruthlessness appeared in Wu Kui's eyes as he shouted to the black-clad men behind him.

“Brothers, attack! Take down Ye Yun, and the young master will reward you handsomely!”

Dozens of black-clad men instantly surged toward Ye Yun like a tide, their weapons flashing with cold light, pointing directly at his vital points.

Most of these people were at the Martial Artist Realm, with only three or four having reached the Early Stage of the Martial Master Realm. Before Ye Yun, they were as vulnerable as ants.

Ye Yun's gaze turned cold as he deployed the Wind Shadow Step, his figure weaving through the crowd like a phantom.

He fully unleashed the Yellow Grade Medium Grade Martial Skill, Flowing Cloud Palm. The palm winds howled, carrying a majestic Aura.

“Puff! Puff! Puff!”

Screams rang out one after another as the black-clad men in the front were instantly sent flying by the palm winds, spitting blood and falling to the ground.

Ye Yun's movements were as fast as lightning, his palm shadows fluttering. Every strike accurately hit the enemies' vital points without the slightest hesitation.

“This... how is this possible?!”

The smile on Zhao Tianheng's face instantly froze, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

He hadn't expected Ye Yun's strength to be so formidable; his carefully selected subordinates were actually unable to withstand a single blow.

Wu Kui was also startled; he hadn't expected Ye Yun's cultivation to have progressed so quickly.

He quickly stepped forward himself, his Martial Master Realm Fifth Level Mystic Power erupting. He slashed out a sharp Saber Qi with his Curved Blade toward Ye Yun's back.

“Brat, don't be so arrogant!”

Ye Yun had already detected the attack from behind. He jerked his body to the side, dodging the Saber Qi, and countered with a palm strike toward Wu Kui. Palm and blade collided.

With a loud bang, Wu Kui was shaken back half a step, his heart filled with horror.

He could clearly feel that Ye Yun's palm power was far more majestic and overbearing than he had imagined.

“Wu Kui, you're useless! You can't even handle a green brat!”

Seeing this, Zhao Tianheng grew increasingly anxious and gave a look to the Enshrined Expert in the shadows.

In the dark corner, a black-robed figure moved.

Li Mo's figure swept out like a phantom, the Aura of a Martial Master Peak instantly erupting. With a heart-palpitating pressure, he struck a palm toward Ye Yun's back.

“Watch out!” Liu Ruyan cried out, her eyes full of fear.

Alarm bells rang in Ye Yun's mind as he sensed the fatal threat from behind. He wanted to dodge, but he was pinned down by the surrounding black-clad men and could not break free.

He could only force his Mystic Power to circulate and condense at his back, taking Li Mo's palm strike head-on.

“Puff!”