35: Chapter 35 Mysterious Woman

Thoughts flashed rapidly through Ye Yun's mind.

He knew that if he continued to dodge passively like this, Zhao Lie would sooner or later find an opening and kill him with one blow.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, his heart hardened, and he made a crazy decision.

As Zhao Lie struck again with his palm, Ye Yun did not dodge; instead, he rushed straight towards the palm wind.

He gathered all his remaining Mystic Power into his right palm and unleashed the Yellow Grade High Grade Martial Skill, Flowing Cloud Palm, with full force. Palm shadows flew, carrying the Aura of burning bridges, as he struck at Zhao Lie's chest.

"Seeking death!" A trace of disdain flashed in Zhao Lie's eyes.

Ye Yun was like an egg hitting a rock; he only needed one palm strike to shatter Ye Yun's internal organs.

But at the very moment their palm forces were about to collide, Ye Yun's figure shifted abruptly in an eerie manner, causing the palm wind to miss.

Leveraging this momentum, his body slid to Zhao Lie's side like a loach, and his left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing for the Storage Pouch at Zhao Lie's waist.

"How dare you!"

Zhao Lie was both shocked and furious.

He hadn't expected Ye Yun to be so bold as to covet his Storage Pouch under such circumstances.

He hurriedly turned to block and simultaneously struck back with a palm towards the back of Ye Yun's head.

Ye Yun had been prepared; after succeeding, he immediately retreated violently.

Although he avoided the attack on the back of his head, his back was still grazed by the palm wind, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

His figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Cough, cough..."

Ye Yun struggled to get up, but felt as if all his bones had fallen apart; his throat tasted of blood, and his Mystic Power was in complete chaos.

He looked down at the Storage Pouch in his hand, a bitter smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Although he hadn't managed to severely injure Zhao Lie, he could consider it a gain.

Zhao Lie looked at the Storage Pouch in Ye Yun's hand, his face turning livid, and his eyes filled with monstrous killing intent.

"Little thief, how dare you steal my things! I will peel your skin and pull out your tendons!"

He walked towards Ye Yun step by step, his Mystic Power surging violently around him; he was clearly thoroughly enraged.

Liu Ruyan's eyes were filled with despair and heartache; she knew Ye Yun could no longer hold on.

She gritted her teeth, held her long sword, and rushed towards Zhao Lie without hesitation, wanting to buy a glimmer of hope for Ye Yun.

"Ye Yun, you must leave!"

"Overestimating yourself!"

Zhao Lie snorted coldly and struck back with a palm towards Liu Ruyan.

He didn't take Liu Ruyan seriously at all; this palm strike was only meant to repel her.

But at this moment, Ye Yun suddenly roared, using his last bit of strength to throw the Storage Pouch in his hand towards Zhao Lie.

At the same time, his figure flashed, blocking in front of Liu Ruyan.

"Bang!"

Ye Yun took Zhao Lie's palm strike head-on; his chest caved in, blood sprayed wildly, and his entire body collapsed softly into Liu Ruyan's arms.

"Yun'er!" Liu Ruyan held Ye Yun, tears gushing out, her voice choked with sobs.

"How are you? Don't scare me!"

Ye Yun leaned in Liu Ruyan's arms, his breath weak, his face pale as paper, but his eyes remained firm.

"I... am fine..."

Zhao Lie looked at Ye Yun lying on the ground, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

"Surrender now! Ye Yun, Liu Ruyan, come back to Qingyun City with me obediently, and perhaps I might leave your corpses intact!"

Zhao Lie grinned and raised his palm, the Mystic Power of a Great Martial Artist First Level condensing into a dense grayish-brown ball of light.

Although he didn't deal a killing blow directly, he locked onto the two with an overwhelming Aura.

He wanted to capture this pair alive; firstly to force them to reveal the whereabouts of the Mysterious Grade Technique, and secondly, a beauty like Liu Ruyan naturally had to be brought back to the Zhao family to be enjoyed properly.

Liu Ruyan held Ye Yun, closed her eyes in despair, tears sliding down her cheeks, her whole body trembling slightly from fear.

Just at this critical moment of life and death—

"Whoosh!"

An extremely condensed ice-blue current of air suddenly tore through the night sky, its speed reaching the extreme, almost leaving only an illusory trail of light.

This attack appeared thin, yet it contained a heart-palpitating, bone-chilling cold, even before it arrived.

The surrounding air condensed into fine ice shards, and the ground was even covered in a thin layer of white frost.

"What is that?!"

Zhao Lie's instinct for danger flared wildly, and he subconsciously turned to block.

But that ice-blue air current was too eerie; it seemed to ignore spatial distance, instantly striking his chest.

"Pfft—"

With a muffled sound, Zhao Lie felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer.

His massive body flew backward instantly, spraying a large mouthful of blood in the air, before crashing heavily onto the ground several zhang away.

He struggled to get up, but his Meridians were in extreme pain, his Mystic Power was in complete chaos; he was clearly severely injured.

"!!!"

Everyone present was stunned by this sudden change of events.

Liu Ruyan opened her eyes abruptly, tear stains still on her face, her eyes filled with confusion and shock.

Ye Yun leaned in her arms, his already weak breath pausing for an instant, his eyes struggling to turn as he looked towards the direction from where the attack came.

With just one glance, he was completely lost, as if he had been struck by a freezing spell.

The remaining Zhao family Disciple were so scared that their bodies stiffened; they didn't even dare to breathe, their gazes glued to the figure descending from the sky.

It was a figure like a Nine Heavens Goddess descending to earth; her sleeves fluttered, untouched by the mundane world, as if she had come by stepping through the moonlight.

She wore an ice-blue floor-length gown, the hem embroidered with layers of intricate ice crystal patterns.

They shimmered with a lustrous glow as she moved, as if the cold clarity of an entire glacier had been woven into the fabric.

What was most astonishing was her long hair, which was a rare ice-blue, like moonlight that had condensed eternal frost, or perhaps ice crystal coral from beneath the deep sea.

It draped softly over her shoulders, a few strands dancing lightly in the wind, clinging to her jade-white neck, outlining lines of extreme grace.

Her face was covered by a thin-as-cicada-wing ice-colored veil; the light gauze was hazy, and while it covered most of her face, it added a touch of mysterious and alluring charm.

The only visible parts were a pair of eyes as cold as a frozen pool, the corners slightly upturned, carrying a hint of innate allure.

Her pupils were a pure ice-blue, as if they could reflect the desires and fears deep within one's heart.

Her long eyelashes were like they were carved from ice and snow, slender and curled; as she blinked, they cast a faint shadow.

Her jawline was rounded and graceful; her lips were hidden by the veil, with only a faint pink contour vaguely visible, inviting infinite imagination.

The collar of her dress was slightly open, revealing a touch of snow-white skin, as delicate as fine mutton-fat jade.

It formed a stark contrast with the cold, icy Aura around her, making her appear both holy and inviolable, yet carrying an indescribable allure.

It made people want to get closer, yet they were too intimidated by her Aura to take even half a step forward.

What was most shocking was that this woman did not land.

Instead, she hovered in mid-air, as if supported by invisible currents beneath her feet, surrounded by faint ice mist, her sleeves fluttering.

She was like an ice goddess from the peak of a snow mountain, overlooking all living beings, possessing an innate coldness and nobility that looked down upon the world.

"So beautiful..."

Ye Yun couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, his eyes instantly becoming burning hot.

He had seen Liu Ruyan's gentle beauty and Su Wanqing's innocent charm.

But the beauty of the woman before him far exceeded his understanding.

It was a beauty that fused holiness, coldness, mystery, and allure, like a rose condensed from ice and snow—dangerous and enchanting.

Just looking at her from afar made his mind sway, and even the severe pain in his body seemed to diminish slightly.