Chapter 213: Severely Injuring Yao Yue

The moonlight was bleak, stretching the shadows of the three people out very, very long.

Yao Yue stared fixedly at Yu Liancheng, saying word by word: "What... did... you... say!?"

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back: "I said you are a crazy woman; if you didn't hear it clearly, I can repeat it ten times, a hundred times."

"You..." Yao Yue glared at Yu Liancheng, murderous intent already in her eyes, along with a raging fire of fury.

"If you weren't a crazy old hag, how could you lay such a ruthless hand on your own sister."

Yu Liancheng sneered: "If you weren't a crazy old hag, how could you have plotted for over a decade, just to take revenge on two dead men? Or perhaps, you weren't that crazy to begin with, and it is precisely this plan of revenge that has made you increasingly paranoid and insane!"

Yao Yue's delicate body seemed to tremble as she gritted her teeth: "You... you know..."

Yu Liancheng nodded and said: "That's right, I do know they are two brothers, and I also know you plotted for over a decade just to make the two brothers kill each other, to satisfy your perverted desire for revenge."

Yao Yue had already shifted her gaze toward Lianxing; those eyes were as cold as the ten-thousand-year ice of the North Pole.

Under this gaze, Lianxing could not help but shiver and take two steps back.

Yu Liancheng shook his head: "Lianxing didn't tell me this; I don't need to lie to you about that. At the Eighth Layer of the Mingyu Kung, you are simply no match for me."

"No matter how you found out, you must die!" Yao Yue gritted her teeth.

As soon as she finished speaking, a palm strike was already launched; the palm force was surging and magnificent, like a heavenly river pouring backward, and it was filled with an indescribable, overbearing power.

Yu Liancheng let out a cold snort and waved his hand to deal with it calmly.

In this moment of extreme peril, he was actually still able to speak.

"If you had practiced the Mingyu Kung to the Ninth Layer, perhaps you could make me wary. But you are currently only at the Eighth Layer of the Mingyu Kung, and you have already consumed True Qi while fighting Lianxing, so how could you be my match?"

"Do you really like Jiang Feng? Perhaps you liked him once, but as for how deep your feelings for him could be, I don't think so. It's just that you, this woman, are used to being overbearing and used to being narcissistic."

"You saved the injured Jiang Feng, and thinking yourself the Yihua Palace Master, peerless in beauty and talent, you assumed that if Jiang Yulang didn't like you, he must be blind. But it just so happened that Jiang Yulang eloped with your maid and fled to the ends of the earth."

"A woman like you simply cannot withstand such a blow, nor can you tolerate others infringing upon your dignity. Therefore, that insignificant love you had for Jiang Feng has transformed into hatred—bone-deep, soul-searing hatred. Even though he is dead, you must take revenge on his two children."

Yao Yue and Yu Liancheng were locked in a fierce battle, the force of their energy exploding and roaring in succession.

Every move and every stance of Yao Yue was filled with overt murderous intent, surging and magnificent.

Compared to when she was dealing with Lianxing, it appeared even more terrifying.

But Yu Liancheng was able to calmly block and dodge, occasionally spitting out sentences that were like blades stabbing into Yao Yue's chest.

If any martial arts hero were here, they would likely think that the world-renowned Yihua Palace Master was far from being Yu Liancheng's match.

In reality, although Yu Liancheng was superior to the Yihua Palace Master, the gap was not as large as it appeared on the surface.

Yu Liancheng had fought Lianxing many times and had long since figured out the details of all the unique skills of Yihua Palace, while Yao Yue knew nothing about Yu Liancheng.

Coupled with the truths Yu Liancheng spoke from time to time, which caused Yao Yue's mind to be in turmoil and her anger to be abnormal, it was naturally impossible for her moves to remain flawless.

"Shut up, you shut up!!" Yao Yue's cold gaze was as sharp as a sword, and she channeled her Mingyu True Qi without reservation, attempting to strike this fellow who made her so agitated to death with one palm.

Yet Yu Liancheng not only easily blocked her attacks, but his mouth was also never idle, carrying a faint, mocking smile: "You were originally a genius in martial arts, but you have stagnated at the Eighth Layer of the Mingyu Kung precisely because you are too overbearing and your obsessions are too deep."

"If you had let Jiang Feng and his wife go back then, or even simply cut the weeds and pulled up the roots, letting time fade everything, it is not impossible that you could have restored your perfect state of mind and reached the Ninth Layer of the Mingyu Divine Art."

"But you chose the most vicious and most torturous method: keeping the child of your enemy by your side. And the only person truly tortured was yourself. Every time you look at Hua Wuque, you are reminded of the humiliation Jiang Feng brought you, so you will never be able to cultivate to the Ninth Layer of the Mingyu Kung."

Yao Yue was already exasperated and consumed by rage, but unfortunately, the martial arts of the person before her were a notch above her own, steadily suppressing her.

With her experience and vision, how could she not see that if the fight continued, she would undoubtedly be defeated.

Yet she did not retreat in the slightest, her pair of jade palms waving, fully unleashing her powerful and overbearing Mingyu Kung, erupting like a landslide or a tsunami, striking out palm after palm.

At the same time, she deployed her supreme movement technique, appearing in an instant to transform into hundreds of white afterimages, surrounding Yu Liancheng, with palm shadows flying everywhere.

If viewed only from the surface, Yu Liancheng had already fallen into a sea of surging palm shadows, like a small boat drifting in the waves, ready to be overturned at any moment.

But in reality, this small boat was a towering mountain; no matter how the waves crashed against it, it stood firm, seemingly unable to be shaken by even a fraction.

"You crazy woman, since you are still obsessed and unrepentant, I will send you a great defeat to properly suppress your twisted and arrogant personality." Yu Liancheng snorted coldly, channeled ninety percent of his internal energy, and blasted out a palm.

This palm was not fast, and Yao Yue could have dodged it, but the woman gritted her teeth, did not retreat at all, and frantically channeled her power to meet it head-on.

Boom!!

The two palms collided, the energy exploded, and amidst the turbulent, surging flow, the awe-inspiring Yihua Palace Master staggered backward. After steadying her figure, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her face deathly pale.

"So the so-called Yihua Palace Master is nothing more than this."

Yu Liancheng's expression was calm; in reality, his own consumption was not light, but with his tempered body to support him, it would be difficult for him to lose even if he wanted to.

He was just about to continue his attack to further subdue Yao Yue, but Lianxing had already stepped forward to pull him back, her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Alright, stop fighting. She is my sister, after all; do you really want to kill her?"

"Lianxing, are you actually pitying me?" Yao Yue secretly channeled the Mingyu True Qi within her body to calm her churning Qi and Blood.

Lianxing bit her lip and said: "Sister, I am not."

"Hmph, you have liked to compete with me since you were young, and you like to pretend to be the obedient girl, making everyone think I am cruel and unbearable while you are kind and gentle. Now that you have hooked up with this person, you think you can deal with me."

Lianxing looked at Yao Yue in disbelief: "I have been bullied by you since I was young and have never dared to compete with you, yet this is how you see me?"

Yao Yue's tone was exceptionally cold: "But I want to tell you, you haven't won yet, and I, Yao Yue, have not lost."

With a dark face, she suddenly drew a dark green short sword from her wide white robe.

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