34: Chapter 34 Battle against a Grand Martial Master

So it turns out the Three Great Families destroyed the Ye Family back then not just because of Family feuds, but their ultimate goal was actually this Mysterious Grade Technique!

And they had always thought that Ye Yun and Liu Ruyan held the Cultivation Technique, which was why they had been pursuing them so relentlessly.

A raging fire instantly ignited in Ye Yun's eyes, his killing intent almost solidifying.

The tragic deaths of over a hundred people from the Ye Family and the blood feud all rushed into his heart at this moment.

He stared fixedly at Zhao Lie, his teeth clattering together.

"So that's how it is. You beasts, for the sake of a Cultivation Technique, you actually slaughtered my entire Ye Family! Today, I will definitely avenge my Ye Family!"

Liu Ruyan's eyes were also filled with grief, indignation, and hatred; the hand holding her longsword trembled slightly.

She had never seen any Mysterious Grade Technique, and Ye Canglan had never mentioned it either.

Yet, for the sake of something non-existent, these people had driven them to a dead end and even killed so many people of the Ye Family.

Zhao Lie, however, had no mind to pay attention to Ye Yun's anger.

His gaze lingered on Liu Ruyan's flushed cheeks and her exquisitely curved figure, then he looked at Ye Yun.

An absurd yet incomparably certain thought suddenly arose in his heart.

He sized the two of them up, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth, his tone wretched.

"The two of you... couldn't be messing around together, could you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Ruyan's cheeks instantly turned bright red—not from shyness, but from anger and embarrassment.

She subconsciously leaned closer to Ye Yun, her eyes full of shame, indignation, and unnaturalness.

Seeing this, the suspicion in Zhao Lie's heart became even more certain. A gossiping expression appeared on his face, which then turned into deep jealousy and resentment.

He never expected that Liu Ruyan would actually get involved with a young lad like Ye Yun!

"How shameless!" Zhao Lie cursed angrily, his eyes full of jealousy.

"Liu Ruyan, you are at least Ye Canglan's adopted daughter and Ye Yun's elder, yet you actually did something so contrary to ethics! And you, Ye Yun, a brat, to actually have such good fortune with women, what a waste of a good thing!"

He was crazed with jealousy in his heart; such a peerless beauty should have belonged to a big figure like him.

Yet she was taken advantage of by a kid like Ye Yun; it was simply intolerable!

"Enough nonsense!" The killing intent in Ye Yun's eyes grew even stronger.

"Today, none of you should even think about leaving!"

"Arrogant!" Zhao Lie sneered, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes.

"Attack! Capture this vile couple, dead or alive!"

With his command, over a dozen Zhao Family Disciples instantly swarmed toward Ye Yun and Liu Ruyan like a tide.

Among these Disciples, the highest cultivation was only the Seventh Level of the Martial Master Realm, while the rest were either at the Peak of the Martial Artist Realm or were Early Stage Martial Master Martial Artists.

Before Ye Yun, they were as fragile as ants.

Ye Yun's eyes turned cold as his Martial Master Realm Eighth Level Mystic Power erupted. He deployed Wind Shadow Step, his figure weaving through the crowd like a phantom.

He executed Flowing Cloud Palm with full force, the palm wind whistling, each strike carrying majestic power.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Screams rang out one after another as the Zhao Family Disciples at the very front were instantly sent flying by the palm wind, spitting blood as they collapsed.

Ye Yun's movements were as fast as lightning, his palm shadows flying, every move lethal. In just a few moments, four or five Disciples had perished under his palms.

"This... how is this possible?!"

The smile on Zhao Lie's face instantly froze, his eyes full of unbelievable horror.

The last news from Black Wind Ridge said that Ye Yun's cultivation was only at the Early Stage of the Martial Master Realm.

How could he have reached the Late Stage of the Martial Master Realm in such a short time?

Such cultivation speed was simply unheard of!

"How can this kid's progress be so fast?!"

Great waves surged in Zhao Lie's heart, and a thick killing intent instantly flashed in his eyes.

Ye Yun's talent was too terrifying; if he wasn't killed today, he would surely become a major threat in the future!

He no longer hesitated. His entire body's Mystic Power erupted, and the Aura of the Great Martial Master Realm crushed down like a mountain as he pounced toward Ye Yun.

"Brat, don't be so arrogant! Let me deal with you!"

"Boom!"

Zhao Lie's figure was like lightning as his Great Martial Artist First Level Mystic Power erupted without reservation. The air currents around him churned violently, and the gravel on the ground vibrated and rattled.

He struck a palm toward Ye Yun, the palm wind carrying a world-destroying momentum.

Even before it drew near, it already made Ye Yun feel it difficult to breathe, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his shoulders.

This was the fundamental difference between a Great Martial Master and a Martial Master!

The degree of condensation of Mystic Power, explosive force, and the mobilization of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi were not on the same level.

Ye Yun's expression was solemn to the extreme; he didn't dare to be the least bit careless.

He pushed his Martial Master Realm Eighth Level Mystic Power to the limit and executed Qingfeng Step, his figure like a willow catkin in the wind.

He narrowly avoided this lethal palm strike.

"Ripppp—"

The palm wind brushed past Ye Yun's shoulder, tearing a long gash in his clothes. The flesh on his shoulder instantly peeled back, and blood oozed out.

The intense pain made Ye Yun groan. He stumbled back several steps before barely managing to steady himself.

"Such speed!" A flash of surprise and suspicion appeared in Zhao Lie's eyes.

He had thought this palm strike would heavily wound Ye Yun, but he hadn't expected him to narrowly avoid it. The level of refinement in Ye Yun's movement technique far exceeded his expectations.

Seeing this, Liu Ruyan's face turned pale. Holding her longsword, she was about to rush forward to support him.

"Don't come over!"

Ye Yun shouted sternly, "You're no match for him, take care of yourself!"

Before his voice could fade, Zhao Lie had already approached again, his offensive becoming even more fierce.

His palm techniques were fierce and overbearing, each strike carrying majestic Mystic Power, compressing Ye Yun's dodging space to the limit.

The pressure of the Great Martial Master was like a maggot on a bone, making Ye Yun's movements half a beat slower and his Mystic Power circulation sluggish.

Ye Yun gritted his teeth, struggling to maneuver through the gaps in Zhao Lie's palm wind by relying on his exquisite movement technique and rich combat experience.

He knew deep down that he couldn't win a direct confrontation and could only avoid the brunt of the attacks while searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After several consecutive collisions, Ye Yun could only barely block. Each time he met Zhao Lie's palm force, he felt his arms go numb and his internal organs vibrate.

Several more wounds were added to his body, and blood stained more than half of his clothes, making him look extremely wretched.

This was the most severe battle Ye Yun had ever experienced!

Facing Zhao Lie at the Great Martial Master Realm, his proud explosive power and movement techniques were both suppressed by the opponent's absolute strength.

Even if he could fight across levels against the 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm, before a Great Martial Master, he was like a child facing an adult, with no power to fight back at all.

"Brat, keep on hiding then!" Zhao Lie grinned hideously, his palm force becoming even sharper.

"Being able to do this at the Martial Master Realm Eighth Level is indeed surprising. Unfortunately, you are ultimately no match for me! Today, you are doomed to die!"

The shock in his heart far exceeded what he showed on the surface.

Ye Yun's progress speed was simply inconceivable, soaring from the Early Stage of the Martial Master Realm to the eighth level in a short time, and even being able to hold out under his hands for so long.

With such talent, if he were allowed to grow, he would surely become a major threat in the future.

Today, he must be completely slaughtered!

Ye Yun's breathing became more and more rapid, cold sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead, and his vision began to blur.

He could clearly feel that his physical strength and Mystic Power were both being rapidly consumed, while Zhao Lie's offensive showed no sign of weakening.

"I can't go on like this!"