A huge shock wave spread out in all directions, and a building collapsed...

After a long time, Yun Qingyao groaned, flew backwards, and blood spurted from her red lips.

She fell heavily to the ground, her face as pale as paper and her breathing disordered.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding disciples of the Jinguan Palace cried out in surprise, their faces filled with worry.

"Palace Master!"

"How are you doing?"

Countless disciples were shocked, with uncontrollable astonishment and panic on their faces.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Everyone's heart fell to the bottom.

Their Palace Master was defeated! !

Si Sheng stood there, his arms trembling slightly, his blood surging, blood dripping from his left arm, a wound deep enough to see the bone was particularly hideous and obvious, his face was extremely gloomy:

"Yun Qingyao, how dare you hurt this sect master?!"

"presumptuous!"

The disciples of the Jinguan Palace were furious and their eyes were red.

Their beloved Palace Master, Fairy Yun, who was cold and aloof like an immortal, was actually being humiliated and cursed by a wretched man!

How could they bear this?!

"The Shinto sect is going too far!"

A young disciple roared, drew his sword and rushed forward.

"court death!"

Si Sheng sneered, without even looking at him, he slapped him with his backhand.

The disciple flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, his body tumbling softly on the ground for several times, blood flowing from all his orifices, his life or death unknown.

With the first, there is the second, the third...

The anger spread like a plague, and more and more disciples of the Jinguan Palace rushed towards Si Sheng regardless of everything. They waved their weapons and rushed forward like moths to a flame.

"Unbelievable!"

There was a flash of impatience in Si Sheng's eyes. He took one step after another, his ruthless emotions making him like a demon god. With every step he took, several Jinguang Palace disciples fell down.

Yun Qingyao felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife as she watched her disciples fall one by one at Si Sheng's feet.

"Si Sheng, stop!" Yun Qingyao said hoarsely and once again mobilized the remaining spiritual power in her body.

Another golden sword blade gathered in her palm and stabbed towards Si Sheng with a whistling sound.

Si Sheng's expression was ferocious, he gathered his seals and slapped out with one palm.

Facing the seriously injured Yun Qingyao, he no longer needed to be so careful!

A hint of despair flashed across Yun Qingyao's cold eyes.

The domineering palm wind easily shattered her sword light, and the remaining whistling force fell heavily on her chest!

puff……

The blood in his body surged, his internal organs seemed to be twisted, and blood spurted from his red lips, seemingly carrying pieces of shattered lung flesh.

“Hahaha!” Si Sheng laughed wantonly, “Yun Qingyao, you have come to this day! Today, I will let you know what the consequences are of offending my Shinto Sect!”

As he spoke, he stretched out his bloody hand and grabbed Yun Qingyao's clothes, his eyes filled with lust.

"Let me go!" Yun Qingyao struggled hard, but the weakness in her body made her struggle useless.

"Let you go? Do you think it's possible?" Si Sheng smiled evilly, stroking Yun Qingyao's cheek with his other hand, "You are good-looking, cold and aloof. I wonder if it would be very interesting if the people in the provincial capital knew that this sect master played with Fairy Yun..."

A trace of fear and panic flashed in Yun Qingyao's eyes.

"Beast!" At this moment, a weak voice sounded.

Yun Qingyao looked up and saw a young disciple struggling to stand up, holding a broken sword tightly in his hand, pointing at Si Sheng, his eyes full of hatred.

"If you dare to touch the Palace Master, I will fight you!"

"Hahaha!" Si Sheng laughed again, "Just you? You, a loser, want to fight me?"

He raised his hand and broke the disciple's broken sword, which cut off one of the disciple's arms. He then kicked the disciple in the chest, sending him flying.

Si Sheng did not stop moving and raised his hand to tear off Yun Qingyao's clothes.

"Ah...I'll fight you!"

Yun Qingyao was filled with shame and rage. She tried her best to gather the last bit of spiritual power in her body and stabbed Si Sheng with a sword.

Si Sheng was caught off guard and was scratched on the face by the sword. He took a few steps back before he could resolve the last part of the attack.

"you wanna die!"

Si Sheng roared and slapped Yun Qingyao on the chest.

Yun Qingyao flew backwards again and fell heavily to the ground. Her eyes went dark and she almost fainted.

There was a hint of viciousness in Si Sheng's eyes, and he strode towards him with a grim smile on his face!

The disciples of the Jinguan Palace looked at this scene in despair, their eyes red but they were powerless to do anything.

There was a look of helpless despair on Yun Qingyao's beautiful pale face. As she looked at Si Sheng approaching, her eyes were full of despair.

She bit her silver teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, saying angrily:

"Si Sheng, I'm telling you, if you really dare to touch my body today, my man will never forgive you!"

"Your man? Hey, let me see where your man is? Let's not talk about whether you have a man or not. Even if you do, I can stomp him to death with one foot! Hehehe..."

Si Sheng's eyes were full of desire as he strode towards us.

Yun Qingyao's body was trembling. The pain from the injuries on her body combined was not as painful as the despair.

Suddenly, a gloomy voice sounded on the field:

"You old thing! You dare to touch my woman? You're courting death!"

The voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, carrying with it tremendous anger!

Everyone present felt a bone-chilling chill instantly running down their spine.

Si Sheng looked up suddenly and saw a black shadow falling from the sky at an astonishing speed!

In almost the blink of an eye, it landed in front of them.

The man was dressed in black, with a tall figure and a stern face!

There was a cold light flashing in his dark eyes, and his whole body exuded suffocating hostility and murderous intent.

The person who came was Ye Tianming!

Ye Tianming looked at the blood at the corner of Yun Qingyao's mouth and her pale face, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Si Sheng, his eyes as cold as a knife:

"If you touch my woman, no one can save you today."