Deeply Devoted Husband and Wife

Yang Yi knew that Lü E had only succeeded in one strike because she had caught them by surprise. That dead Lan Blood had been focusing all his attention on them—how could he have expected an ambush at a time like this?

The man had simply been unlucky. The reinforcements had happened to pass by the ruined house from before on their way here.

No one knew when Lü E had awakened, but she must have slipped quietly into their ranks at that time. In this pitch-black environment, she really was difficult to spot.

Lü E's injuries definitely had not healed, but since she had awakened, the antidote Yang Yi had fed her earlier must have worked.

As thoughts raced through his mind, Yang Yi led Qin Siniang and the others into the heart of the formation.

Though Zhao Buyou grieved for the deaths of his younger kin, he still made the right choice in such a crisis. He shouted, "Stop them! Stop them for me!"

At the same time, he leaped from his horse and retreated into the crowd.

With Zhao Lanzhou's assistance, he had still been confident he could tangle with Yang Yi and the others for a while. But now that he was alone, where would he find the courage?

At this point, preserving his own life was the most urgent matter.

But just as he dismounted, a flash of sword light struck from the darkness.

"Bitch!" Zhao Buyou fumed.

Yang Yi and the others were still some distance away, but Lü E had her eyes on him. How could she let him escape so easily?

With an angry roar, Zhao Buyou could only erupt with blood qi and raise his hand to slap at the sword light. To his surprise, the other party had no intention of entangling with him, and his palm strike hit empty air.

That bitch is badly injured and poisoned. That strike just now was already the last gasp of a spent crossbow. How could she still have the strength to contend with me?

As that thought flashed through Zhao Buyou's mind, he was about to burst away in flight.

"Where do you think you're going?" A sinister voice suddenly rang out, like a ghost demanding his life, sending a chill through his entire body.

In the instant Lü E's sword had delayed him, Yang Yi had already reached a point not far behind Zhao Buyou. If Zhao Buyou had simply retreated, Yang Yi might not have noticed him.

But Lü E's sword had drawn Zhao Buyou into counterattacking, and the eruption of blood qi immediately exposed him.

The many attacks around Yang Yi were all blocked by Qin Siniang and the others, leaving him no need to pay them any heed. As he spoke, he hurled a punch at Zhao Buyou's back.

Blood qi surged and roiled over his fist.

Zhao Buyou hurriedly turned around and saw the punch coming. He immediately steadied himself, let out a low shout, and raised his palm to block it.

He poured all his strength into that palm strike, intending to use the rebound to escape the battlefield once he blocked it.

The instant fist and palm met, Zhao Buyou's eyes suddenly widened.

An irresistible force swept over his hand. At the first touch, it shattered his palm force, crushing the bones in his hand and driving that hand into his chest.

As a visible ring of crimson air exploded outward, Zhao Buyou sprayed blood and flew backward.

Hanging in midair, his eyes were full of disbelief. He had entered the Lan Blood realm at twenty-five and had honed himself in that realm for nearly thirty years. Though he had not entered True Blood, he had already traveled a long way down the path of Lan Blood.

In his fifties, his blood qi had not yet declined. It could be said that he was currently at the peak of his entire life.

Yet he had failed to withstand even a single blow from his enemy?

And the one who had thrown that punch was a mere youth?

The heartbeat inside his chest had already vanished. Zhao Buyou could clearly sense that beneath that punch, everything inside his chest had been shattered.

When he fell to the ground, his life was extinguished.

Compared to Song Can, at least his body had not been blasted through by Yang Yi's punch. But that was only because his palm had cushioned the blow; otherwise, he would have met the same end.

With Yang Yi's punch, the Zhao Household's camp fell briefly still.

Zhao Lanzhou had died atop his horse, and many members of the Zhao Household had seen it clearly. Now even Zhao Buyou had been blasted into the air and fallen motionless to the ground. Clearly, his chances of survival were slim.

The two Lan Blood leaders were gone just like that. Together with the savage slaughter Yang Yi and the others had unleashed earlier, the remaining men had long since been scared out of their wits. How could they dare resist? They scattered like birds and beasts.

"Brother Zhao, we've come to help you!"

Clearwind City's reinforcements had finally arrived late.

In truth, they had not come late. Only ten breaths had passed since Yang Yi charged into the formation.

To save time, the two Shadow Tower Lan Blood warriors at the front had leaped from their horses before even reaching the scene.

But the moment the words left their mouths, their faces filled with terror.

For while he was suspended in midair, he happened to witness the horrifying sight of Zhao Buyou being killed by Yang Yi's single punch.

And his shout immediately drew Yang Yi's attention. Yang Yi turned his head, his gaze locking onto him.

This was bad!

That Shadow Tower Lan Blood warrior inwardly cried out in alarm. Blood qi surged violently throughout his body, and he dropped straight downward in an unnatural posture.

Thousand-Kilogram Drop!

The companion beside him made the same choice.

Neither of them was a fool. Having seen Zhao Buyou's miserable fate, how could they not know how vicious Yang Yi was?

Although they forcibly stopped themselves, such a harsh descent did not feel good. For a moment, their blood qi churned, their bodies trembled as though struck by lightning, and their vision blurred slightly.

The instant his vision recovered, the Shadow Tower Lan Blood warrior who had called out earlier saw two points of scarlet drifting toward him, dragging bewitching trails of light through the night as they killed their way before him.

"I..." He had only just opened his mouth, not even having time to draw his weapon, when a large hand seized his face.

Tremendous force swept over him, and his body involuntarily slammed backward. The back of his head smashed heavily into the ground, leaving a crater where he landed as his skull shattered.

"Leave the remaining one to you!"

Yang Yi ignored the other Shadow Tower Lan Blood warrior. As his voice fell, he was already sprinting forward.

Several dozen zhang behind those two Lan Blood warriors, Wang Han, head of the Wang Household, felt ice run through his entire body. With terror on his face, he and his wife Lin Hongyao hurriedly turned their horses around.

The Wang Household's two Lan Blood warriors had been fortunate.

They had been slightly slower than the two from Shadow Tower. Otherwise, they would have been the ones to suffer that deadly blow just now.

Yet precisely because they had witnessed Yang Yi's savagery firsthand, neither of them spared a moment's thought before turning their horses to flee.

But they had ridden here at full speed. Once they sensed something was wrong, they first had to stop their horses, then turn them around and accelerate again. That took no small amount of time.

Seeing Yang Yi charging toward them at terrifying speed, Wang Han knew that if this continued, neither husband nor wife would escape. He roared, "Hongyao, go! I'll hold him back!"

With that, he jumped from his horse, gripped a long saber, and charged at Yang Yi as though facing death without regret.

"Husband!" Lin Hongyao had already turned her horse around and urged it forward, its speed gradually increasing. When she looked back and cried out, she saw Wang Han clash with Yang Yi.

Several of Wang Han's saber strikes cut empty air. Yang Yi found an opening and smashed a punch into his waist and ribs, causing his entire body to collapse like a deflated leather ball as he dropped to his knees.

"Husband!" Lin Hongyao cried out shrilly.

"Go! Don't worry about me!" Yang Yi seized Wang Han by the hair and dragged him upright, yet Wang Han still shouted. Yang Yi had deliberately held back some of his strength in that punch, so Wang Han was only wounded, not dead.

Clearly, Lin Hongyao understood as well that if she truly stopped under such circumstances, she would only betray Wang Han's sacrifice.