28: Chapter 28 Slaying a Peak Martial Master!

"Enough nonsense, I'm taking your dog life!"

Ye Yun roared in anger, his offensive becoming increasingly fierce.

As palm shadows fluttered, the mysteries of the Qingfeng Step were displayed to their fullest; at times he was like a gentle breeze brushing against willows, evading Li Mo's attacks.

At other times, he was like a sudden thunderclap, his palm power striking directly at vital points.

At this moment, he was like a blood-soaked God of War, blood-qi churning around his body, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost solidifying into substance.

Zhao Tianheng, standing to the side, had long since turned pale with fright, his legs going weak.

He never imagined that Ye Yun could actually achieve a Breakthrough in such a desperate situation and even turn the tables to suppress Li Mo, who was at the Peak Martial Master Realm!

The ambush he had been so certain of had now turned into a nightmare!

"No... impossible! How can this kid be so strong?!"

Zhao Tianheng trembled all over, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

He subconsciously looked at Liu Ruyan, who was tied to the wooden stake, only to see her eyes brimming with tears, her gaze toward Ye Yun filled with worry and joy.

That sight caused the jealousy and anger in his heart to explode instantly, yet he was powerless.

Watching Ye Yun's blood-soaked figure fighting hard, tears slid down Liu Ruyan's cheeks, her heart filled with heartache and pride.

She knew how much Ye Yun had sacrificed to save her.

Each of those wounds seemed carved into her own heart, making her wish she could endure all the pain for him.

Just then, a sudden rush of footsteps came from outside the Earth God Temple, accompanied by Su Wanqing's anxious shouting.

"Ye Yun! I'm here!"

Su Zhennan appeared leading dozens of Su Family Disciples, weapons in hand, quickly surrounding the Earth God Temple.

Su Wanqing was dressed in martial attire, her face full of worry; her gaze immediately fell upon the blood-covered Ye Yun, and her heart suddenly constricted.

"Ye Yun! How are you?!"

"Uncle Su, Wanqing!"

Ye Yun took a moment to look over with a Divided Soul, feeling a warmth in his heart, before saying deeply to Su Zhennan.

"Uncle Su, please take down Zhao Tianheng, don't let him escape!"

"Rest assured, Young Master Ye!" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Su Zhennan's eyes as he roared at Zhao Tianheng.

"Zhao Tianheng, you have targeted the Su Family time and again; today is the day you die!"

Seeing this, Zhao Tianheng knew the situation was lost. He had only one thought—escape!

He violently pushed aside the black-clothed man beside him, turned, and ran toward the back of the temple.

"Thinking of running?!"

Su Zhennan gave a cold snort as his Level Six Martial Master Mystic Power erupted. With a flash of his figure, he gave chase.

"Stay right there!"

The two instantly became locked in combat. Su Zhennan's cultivation was on par with Zhao Tianheng's, making it difficult to determine a victor for the moment.

Zhao Tianheng was anxious, wanting only to get away as quickly as possible; his Moves became increasingly frantic and full of openings.

Watching Ye Yun's fierce battle with Li Mo, Su Wanqing was filled with worry, yet she didn't dare step forward to interfere, only able to shout from the side.

"Ye Yun, be careful! Don't force it!"

Hearing this, Ye Yun felt a warmth in his heart, yet his offensive grew even more violent.

He knew he had to finish off Li Mo as quickly as possible so he could help Su Zhennan take down Zhao Tianheng!

"Li Mo, die!"

Ye Yun roared, a flash of determination in his eyes.

He suddenly stopped dodging Li Mo's palm power, taking a direct hit while simultaneously condensing all his Mystic Power into his right palm.

Trading injury for injury, he slammed his palm into Li Mo's chest!

“Pfft!”

Ye Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, his body stumbling back, but Li Mo was also struck so hard by this full-power blow that his chest caved in, his Mystic Power instantly becoming chaotic.

He looked at Ye Yun in disbelief, his eyes full of shock and resentment.

"You... you are actually so ruthless!"

"When dealing with scum like you, why bother with pleasantries!"

Ye Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his figure flashing as he rushed before Li Mo again, slamming a palm onto the crown of his head.

“Bang!”

Li Mo's head burst apart like a watermelon, blood and brains splattering everywhere; the Peak Martial Master Realm Enshrined was thus killed!

Having dealt with Li Mo, Ye Yun slowly turned around, his cold gaze locking onto Zhao Tianheng, who was still fighting Su Zhennan.

That gaze was like an Asura from Hell, carrying an endless killing intent that made Zhao Tianheng's whole body go cold, his movements slowing by half a beat.

"Zhao! Tian! Heng!"

Ye Yun spoke each word deliberately, his voice bone-chillingly cold and carrying a sky-toppling hatred.

Zhao Tianheng was scared until his Soul was Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and he shrieked at Ye Yun.

"Ye Yun, don't come over! I am the City Lord's son; if you kill me, my father will never let you go!"

"Let me go?" Ye Yun sneered, walking toward him step by step, his entire body radiating a heart-palpitating chill.

"When you kidnapped Ruyan and set up an ambush to kill me, why didn't you think there would be a day like this?!"

His footsteps were heavy and firm, each step seeming to stomp on Zhao Tianheng's heart.

Seeing this, Su Zhennan took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, striking Zhao Tianheng's back with a palm, making him vomit blood and fall to the ground.

Ye Yun walked up to Zhao Tianheng and looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Die!"

A roar like a sudden thunderclap!

Ye Yun raised his foot and stomped violently on Zhao Tianheng's chest; the sound of shattering bones was clearly audible.

Zhao Tianheng's eyes were full of fear and despair, blood constantly welling from his mouth as he tried to say something.

Finally, his head slumped to the side, his breath completely gone.

With Zhao Tianheng dealt with, Ye Yun's tensed nerves finally relaxed, and the exhaustion and pain of his body instantly rushed in.

The churning Mystic Power in his body immediately lost its balance, and the wound on his chest flared up again. He stumbled, his figure swaying as he nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Ye Yun!"

Su Wanqing's cry of alarm sounded instantly, and she no longer cared about anything else as she rushed forward.

She reached out with her slender arms to firmly support Ye Yun's arm, her grip so strong it almost sank into his flesh.

The girl's eyes were filled with undisguised heartache and worry, tears swirling in her eyes, her voice carrying a sob.

"How are you? Is the injury heavy? Don't scare me!"

Su Wanqing's fingertips touched Ye Yun's blood-stained clothes, feeling that cold, wet stickiness.

Her heart felt as if it were being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe.

The scene of Ye Yun's fierce battle with Li Mo still echoed in her mind; his blood-soaked appearance and his determination to trade injury for injury made her both admire and ache for him.

Leaning on Su Wanqing for support, Ye Yun barely steadied himself. He shook his head, his voice raspy yet comforting.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

But his gaze bypassed Su Wanqing, landing straight on the area near the wooden stake not far away.

Liu Ruyan had been tied up for too long; the moment the ropes were undone, she stumbled to a stand, her thin figure swaying in the dim light.

Traces of tears and dust remained on her face, and her eyes were full of the daze of surviving a disaster and her concern for him.

The guilt and heartache in Ye Yun's heart surged like a tide. He gently pushed away Su Wanqing's hand and, ignoring the pain in his body, ran toward Liu Ruyan.

Every step pulled at his wounds, causing cold sweat to pour down his forehead from the pain.

Yet he didn't care at all, wanting only to rush to her side immediately and take her into his arms.

"Ruyan!"

Ye Yun's voice carried a hint of trembling, filled with self-reproach.

Hearing this familiar call, the daze in Liu Ruyan's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by surging tears and wild joy.

She could no longer restrain herself and threw herself toward Ye Yun. The moment he drew near, she hugged his waist tightly, her strength so great it was as if she wanted to embed herself into his very bones and blood.

"Yun'er! You finally came! I was so scared... I thought I would never see you again!"