His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"It's not too late to stop now."

The person who stopped Yun Yao was none other than Yun Xian'er: "You know very well what it means that he has a bloodline restriction within him."

Yun Yao didn't say anything.

The two men stood locked in a stalemate, neither moving for a moment.

Feng Xingyu knew that Yun Chen's whereabouts were difficult to discern with the naked eye, so he simply tore off a piece of his clothing and neatly covered his eyes.

At this moment, he abandoned his sight and relied solely on his hearing, touch, and keen perception.

He channeled his inner energy throughout his body, and the longsword in his hand transformed into a streak of light. With each swing, he successfully predicted Yun Chen's hiding place.

Yun Chen launched several surprise attacks, all of which he evaded.

The blade grazed his neck several times, but it could never actually touch him.

Yun Chen grew increasingly anxious, and before he knew it, the sword energy approached his face, leaving a bloody gash on half of his face.

hateful!

Just as Feng Xingyu was able to catch his breath, a large number of Golden Body Technique clansmen suddenly surged in from afar.

They were surrounded by dazzling golden light, rushing forward like golden-armored war gods, and their first attack was a full-force strike, the golden light slamming hard into Feng Xingyu's back.

However, Feng Xingyu's counterattack with sword energy failed to harm them in the slightest.

Feng Xingyu, who was already seriously injured, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to his knees.

He barely managed to steady himself by plunging his longsword deep into the soil.

Even more deadly was the terrifying collision of forces emanating from the distant horizon.

Mo Sangyu and Yun Yihe's ultimate moves exploded with a deafening roar.

The injuries Mo Sangyu suffered were instantly transferred to him through the soul contract.

At that moment, all the hurt piled up, causing excruciating pain in my chest and a feeling as if my internal organs were being torn apart.

His entire body was wracked with excruciating pain, and his wounds were opening up even more severely.

Blood soaked through his robes and stained the ground beneath his feet red.

His blindfold was already soaked with cold sweat and blood, yet he still gripped the longsword tightly, clinging to his last breath, his heart burning with anxiety.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Ayu is injured!

She must be in great danger right now!

Feng Xingyu didn't want to care about these people anymore; he just wanted to go find Mo Sangyu immediately.

But he was already surrounded by those Golden Body Technique clansmen, and if nothing unexpected happened, he probably wouldn't be able to see her alive again.

"Don't just stand there, Yunqi."

Everyone was startled for a moment by the commotion coming from the mountain. Once they regained their senses, Yun Chen shouted at the leader of the Golden Body Technique tribe, "Kill him quickly!"

On the other side, Yun Jin's puppet was obviously slightly inferior to Yun Feng's, and Yun Xian'er was still very weak. The reason why Yun Yao did not make a move was simply because she felt that she did not need to take action for the time being.

Yun Qi, the leader of the Golden Body Technique, attacked again, unleashing a fierce attack on Feng Xingyu with a move accompanied by a whirlwind.

Amidst the billowing dust, the attack, carrying the immense pressure of a mountain, crashed down, causing the ground to collapse and revealing a bottomless crater.

Feng Xingyu felt his pent-up blood and qi surge, and a mouthful of bloody, sweet liquid burst out, staining the withered grass in front of him red.

His meridians were torn apart inch by inch in excruciating pain, and his hearing became blurred. When the second and third attacks came one after another, his stiff limbs were almost unable to make any effective judgments.

The cold, sharp light of the blade approached his brow. In that instant, Feng Xingyu instinctively parried with his longsword, but only managed to block it for a fleeting moment.

"Feng Xingyu!" Yun Jin shouted urgently upon seeing this.

But he was entangled by Yunfeng's puppets and could only watch helplessly, unable to break free at all.

In the critical moment, Yun Xian'er teleported to his side and blocked the fatal blow for him.

His frail body withstood the blade head-on.

Amidst the flying sparks, the blue body trembled slightly, and glaring beads of blood seeped from its shoulder and neck.

"You..." Feng Xingyu was somewhat surprised.

All I did was help Yun Jin break the seal on that stone gate and rescue her from the forbidden area. I never expected them to protect me like this.

Feng Xingyu looked at her gratefully: "They only want my life. You've done enough. Don't risk your own lives for nothing."

"No."

Yun Xian'er shook her head: "You are Wang Shu's son, and I must protect you with my life. Otherwise, I will have no face to see her even after I die."

Feng Xingyu's eyes flickered slightly.

It turned out that she knew his mother.

Then why is Yun Jin here?

"Yun Xian'er, move aside."

Yun Qi didn't really want to hurt his own people. When he saw her suddenly step in to block the knife, his eyes turned cold: "If you want to die, don't die by my hand. That would be bad luck."

"He's the child of the Yun clan's eldest daughter. Are you sure you want to kill him?"

"I only obey the Lord's commands."

"Who does he think he is, some kind of 'lord'?"

Yun Xian'er said coldly, "Don't you know what the legacy of each successive Venerable Lord is?"

"What use is inheritance? All I know is that the Cloud Clan has been protected by the Lord for so many years. Without the Lord, we, the collateral branches, would have long since lost our place to live."

The entire Cloud City will be divided up.

The Cloud Clan will also cease to exist.

"But that's no reason for you to kill him. He didn't do anything wrong."

"He didn't show up when the Cloud Clan needed him, and then reappeared when they didn't. He deserves to die!"

Hearing their argument, Feng Xingyu's mind was in a daze, as if a fog had been injected into it. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what they were talking about.

"Why waste your breath on her?"

Yun Chen was extremely impatient.

Feng Xingyu killed too many of his clansmen who used the invisibility technique, but he couldn't care less; he wanted revenge.

And that woman, she has to die too!

A flash of ferocity appeared in Yun Chen's eyes, and he lost all patience. His menacing blade pressed straight towards Feng Xingyu's heart.

Yun Jin was entangled and unable to break free. Yun Xian'er's shoulders and neck were covered in blood, and her breathing was disordered and difficult to sustain. She barely raised her hand to try to stop him, but was forced back by a powerful force, and blood spilled from the corner of her lips again.

Feng Xingyu sensed the deadly chill and tried to swing his sword, but his arm was too heavy to lift.

Just when death seemed certain, a crimson figure suddenly swept across the sky, swooping down from the mountainside.

Then, a chilling ice spike shot out and collided fiercely with Yun Chen's killing move.

"Bang!"

The shockwave exploded, scattering dust in all directions.

Rong Feiyan landed steadily in front of Feng Xingyu.

Today she changed into a tight-fitting outfit, her long hair tied up high, her usual charm and composure completely gone, replaced by a sharp and ruthless aura.

"Stop it, all of you."

"He is the man my Rong clan needs. If any of you dare to touch him today, you will be making an enemy of my entire Rong clan."

Yun Yao and the others' expressions changed simultaneously, their gazes towards Rong Feiyan filled with trouble and impatience.

Yun Chen's face darkened, but he truly did not move again.

The eldest daughter of the Rong clan is not someone to be trifled with.

He stared coldly at Rong Feiyan, his voice barely containing his anger: "Miss Rong, this matter is none of your concern. Please step aside, otherwise, if the Lord finds out, it will affect your relationship..."

"Relationship?"

She raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of casual sarcasm: "I have nothing to do with your Lord. He himself said that our engagement was dissolved long ago, and his current fiancée is that woman from the Nine Provinces Continent."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to the side and pointed at the dying Feng Xingyu behind her, her gaze resolute and forceful.

"The person I want right now is him!"

"Get out of my way right now, I need to take him back to the Rong tribe."

These words shocked everyone present, and everyone frowned and looked solemn.

Yun Yao stepped forward slowly and said coldly, "Miss Rong, I'm afraid you won't be able to take him away today. We have no intention of hurting you, nor do we want to be enemies with the Rong clan, but please do not interfere in the affairs of my Yun clan."

Rong Feiyan sneered, her aura growing increasingly chilling: "What if I said I insisted on interfering today?"

She looked up to meet Yun Yao's gaze, a hint of provocation in her smile: "What do you want? Kill me too?"

The two sides were locked in a standoff, the atmosphere extremely tense, and they were on the verge of exploding.

Feng Xingyu leaned against his longsword. Excessive blood loss had left him delirious and his vision blurred. He could only grit his teeth and rely on his strong willpower to forcefully pull his consciousness back.

Another woman appeared and saved him, but he didn't know why and had no time to think about it.

Only one obsession remains in my heart.

He cannot die.

He hadn't seen Ayu yet, hadn't confirmed her safety, and he was holding on to his last breath, determined not to collapse.

Yun Chen had no patience and was unwilling to get entangled with Rong Feiyan any longer, so he raised his hand to order a strong attack.

Just as he was about to unleash his attack, the entire Yun Clan territory suddenly trembled violently.

A deafening roar erupted.

The sound came from underground, from all directions, making everyone's legs go numb.

Then, bang!

The Heavenly Gang is shattered.

A slender figure broke through the dust and smoke, flying from the direction of the mountain peak, so fast that only a blur remained.

A deep blue light swirled around her, like falling stars, sending a shiver down one's spine.

It's Ayu!

As if injected with a stimulant, Feng Xingyu's mind cleared instantly upon seeing that figure. The intense excitement caused him to cough up blood again.

Fortunately... she shouldn't be seriously injured.

While Mo Sangyu was still in mid-air, he suddenly flicked his wrist, and a long, dark blue whip shot out like a serpent, accurately wrapping around Feng Xingyu's waist and abdomen before snapping back.

Feng Xingyu's body, which had already reached its limit, was suddenly lifted up by a gentle yet powerful force, and he flew into the air toward the figure he had longed for day and night.

Almost instinctively, he stretched out his long arm and pulled Mo Sangyu into his embrace, holding her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

The scalding breath mixed with the smell of blood burned her skin.

The moment I held her, all the pain, despair, and anxiety vanished, as if I were embracing the whole world that I had lost and then regained.

"Ayu..."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible; a single call contained a thousand words.

Mo Sangyu didn't speak, but put her arms around his neck, lightly touched the air with her toes, and carried him straight into the sky amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, about to disappear into the distance in an instant.

"Chase!"

Yun Yao's expression changed slightly. He shouted sharply and took the lead in taking off into the air.

Yun Chen, Yun Qi, and the others followed closely behind, their killing intent surging, determined not to let the two escape.

But just as everyone was taking off, an extremely sharp horizontal white light swept down from above.

The white light contained no killing intent whatsoever, yet it carried supreme pressure, instantly crushing down on everyone's souls.

Everyone froze, their souls trembled, their spiritual energy stagnated, and their movements were all frozen in place, unable to even raise their hands.

But in an instant.

When the white light dissipated and everyone came to their senses, the scene before them was completely empty. Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu had vanished without a trace, leaving not even a trace of their presence.

Rong Feiyan stood there, her face turning pale and then red, her fingertips trembling with anger.

It's that bitch again!

They actually managed to steal him away right under her nose?!

Rong Feiyan was both angry and shocked.

How could that woman be so amazing?

How did she manage to break through the Cloud Clan's Heavenly Gang Formation and escape?

Yunfeng and Yunjin also stopped fighting. The two brothers each took a few steps back and looked in the direction where the two men had disappeared.

A hint of relief at surviving a disaster flashed in Yun Jin's eyes, while Yun Feng's eyes were full of astonishment and doubt.

The feeling of having my soul suppressed for that brief moment was terrifying.

What exactly is going on?

Could it be that woman's doing?

Just as the atmosphere became deathly still, a disheveled and furious figure came rapidly from the mountaintop.

Yun Yihe's hair was disheveled, his robes were torn, and his aura was disordered, clearly indicating that he had suffered a great loss in his battle with Mo Sangyu.

Seeing the crowd standing there dumbfounded, his anger surged instantly, and he roared, "What are you all standing there for?!"

"Chase them immediately! Find them even if you have to dig three feet into the ground!"

"As long as they're still in Cloud City, they won't escape alive!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The crowd's expressions hardened, and they dared not delay any longer, each leading their men away in different directions.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yun Jin quickly grabbed Yun Xian'er and ran away.

Rong Feiyan was filled with resentment.

That man must be the one the Rong clan has been waiting for all these years.

Otherwise, Yun Yihe would never have gone to such lengths to exterminate them all.

If she can find him now and help him escape danger, their marriage will be a natural progression.

Rong Feiyan didn't care about anything else and immediately chased after the direction where the two disappeared.

This man must be hers!

The vast mountain valley quickly became deserted, leaving only Yun Yihe standing there.

The strong wind whipped up the dust and bloodstains on the ground, brushing against his disheveled robes.

Even now, he still can't figure out where things went wrong.

During their previous duel, Xiaoyuer had been completely overwhelmed and had almost no way to deal with the situation.

Why did her power surge so dramatically in an instant, almost trapping him to death!

What alarmed him even more was that she had actually broken the Heavenly Gang Formation that the Cloud Clan had guarded for many years, and the strange soul suppression had rendered him unable to move, causing him to miss the best opportunity to pursue her.

But if she had this kind of strength all along, why did she hide it until now before making a move?

He had a strong premonition.

If Feng Xingyu hadn't been facing a life-or-death situation, preventing her from getting entangled with him, perhaps... he really would have fallen for her.

Yun Yihe's heart tightened, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Who exactly is she? And why are the supernatural abilities she wields so incredibly diverse?

In a short period of time, they were able to steal and master the invisibility and golden body techniques of the Lianyun Clan, making their combat power unpredictable and simply terrifying to the extreme.

How could such a wonderful woman belong to someone else?

Yun Yihe's body surged with malevolent energy, his eyes filled with jealousy and ruthlessness.

He's going to take her back!

He wants both the position of the lord and Little Fish!

……

Outside Cloud City, halfway up a cliff, shrouded in mist, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu temporarily hid on an ancient tree that had stood for a thousand years.

Feng Xingyu fell into a coma, but his arms were still tightly wrapped around her waist, refusing to loosen their grip even slightly.

Mo Sangyu was also in a terrible state at this moment. Her clothes were dirty and torn. She had no major injuries, but minor injuries were all over her body.

She checked Feng Xingyu's pulse.

The injury is too severe. Even if there were medicine available, it would be very difficult to cure.

I don't know how to break the bloodline restriction on him...

Mo Sangyu was very anxious because she didn't have time!

"Feng Xingyu."

Right now, there is only one way to quickly heal his injuries.

"Just hang in there, it'll be over soon..."