After breaking off the engagement, my aloof fiancée regretted it

When everyone heard Ye Tianming's tearful and angry rebuke, they were so frightened that their hearts and livers were broken, their souls flew away, and their faces turned pale.

Many disciples fell to their knees with a plop, tears streaming down their cheeks. They kowtowed and begged bitterly, "Master Ye, spare us! That was all Youmingzi's idea. We were also coerced by him. We really had no choice!"

At this time, lightning and thunder appeared, and raindrops as big as beans began to fall.

Ye Tianming's eyes widened with anger, as if he was about to burst into flames. He shouted, "You are forced to do what you want? Did you hesitate for a moment when you were doing evil? Did you have any mercy? When you were killing me, did you ever think that this day would come?"

"Today, none of you will be able to escape the punishment you deserve! I, Ye Tianming, will make you pay a heavy price for your crimes!"

The second elder's face turned pale at this time, and he said tremblingly:

"Ye Tianming, we know we were wrong. Please have mercy on us and give us a chance to make amends."

Ye Tianming snorted coldly:

"Reform yourself? The heinous crimes you have committed cannot be made up for even if you die ten thousand times!"

"Chance? Have you ever given me even half a chance? I, Ye Tianming, will let you know today that those who commit many evil deeds will be punished by God!"

After saying that, Ye Tianming tightly grasped the thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood with both hands, and the violent and surging power of thunder and lightning roared out again like a raging sea.

Everyone in the Butian Palace screamed in despair and fled around like headless flies, but Ye Tianming would never let them escape easily.

Dazzling and powerful lightning bolts struck down one after another, and each one accurately hit a disciple of the Butian Palace.

Scary screams and desperate pleas for mercy rang out one after another.

However, Ye Tianming had no mercy in his heart. All he had was ruthless judgment on their evil deeds of repaying kindness with enmity, bullying others by taking advantage of their power, and taking human lives lightly.

Finally, all the people in the Butian Palace fell down under the ravages of thunder and lightning, turning into a charred ruin.

As they fell, the treasures, pills and medicinal herbs on their bodies fell like flowers scattered from heaven.

The dazzling magic weapons were shining with light. There were extremely sharp swords and shields that could withstand powerful attacks. At this moment, they all lost the control of their owners and were scattered in a mess on the charred land.

Precious medicine bottles rolled all over the floor, the corks fell off, emitting all kinds of strange medicinal aromas. There were Qi-replenishing pills that could instantly restore spiritual power, and rejuvenation pills that could heal serious injuries, but no one was interested in them at the moment.

The rare medicinal herbs are even more dazzling, such as the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, the ten-thousand-year-old snow lotus, etc. These treasures that are rarely seen in normal days are now mixed with the dust in this ruin.

The whole scene was in chaos. The light of the treasures, the fragrance of the elixir and the charred ruins formed a sharp and shocking contrast, as if silently telling the past sins of the Butian Palace and its current destruction.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it wanted to wash away all the sin on the ground.

Ye Tianming looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and the anger in his heart subsided a little.

I finally got justice for the suffering I had endured and eradicated this group of vicious criminals from the world.

The magnificent Butian Palace was completely destroyed in just a short period of time: a cup of tea.

Ye Tianming coldly collected the treasures that fell from the people in the Butian Palace, and did not care at all about the terrified look of the Saint Yun Manyao beside him.

Yun Manyao was shaking all over, fear following her like a shadow. In her eyes, Ye Tianming at this moment was like a cold-blooded and ruthless god of death.

After collecting the treasures, Ye Tianming seemed to have finally discovered the surviving Yun Manyao, and walked slowly and steadily towards her.

Every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting Yun Manyao's heart.

When Ye Tianming stood in front of Yun Manyao, Yun Manyao's back couldn't help but tense up and her whole body felt cold.

Ye Tianming's cold eyes shot straight at her, and he said without a trace of emotion:

"Have you ever thought about this day?"

Ye Tianming's questioning hid the resentment of hurt.

Recalling the past, Yun Manyao showed a gloomy expression and gave a self-deprecating smile.

"This is all... my fault. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Is sorry useful?" Ye Tianming looked at Yun Manyao coldly. Although Yun Manyao did not attack him directly, the pain he suffered was also related to her!

The two looked at each other with complicated expressions, and Yun Manyao's face was pale.

A pair of big watery eyes, originally as clear and moving as autumn water, were now filled with bloodshot and fear, with traces of tears still hanging in the corners of the eyes, which made people feel pity.

Under the high nose bridge, the cherry-like mouth had lost its former rosiness and was trembling slightly, as if still telling of her inner fear and anxiety.

Her jet-black hair, like a waterfall, fell in a messy pattern on her shoulders. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, making her look even more dishevelled. Her originally gorgeous skirt was now covered in dust and blood, and looked tattered.

The white ribbon tied around the waist also hung loosely, losing its former elegance.

Yun Manyao's eyes were extremely complicated, showing deep regret, fear that was difficult to conceal, and a hint of unwillingness.

Her voice trembled, and she looked at Ye Tianming with sadness and fear:

"Ye Tianming, I know you won't listen to my explanation, but... I really didn't mean to hurt you..."

Ye Tianming laughed sarcastically:

"You really didn't mean it, but you did help your sect to harm me! Do you know that the torture I endured was worse than death every minute and every second!"

"You dare to say that you stopped me when I was being tortured?"

"Don't make yourself sound so innocent!"

"You are a bitch in wolf's clothing with a rotten heart and lungs!"

Tears welled up in the saint's eyes, and the crystal tears streaked across her beautiful face:

"No... Ye Tianming, I really have no choice. Master's kindness in raising me is like a heavy yoke, and the sect's rules are even more strict and cruel. I can't resist at all."

"I really can't save you, and I can't save you. I...if I don't obey, not only will I be in danger, but my family will also be implicated."

Ye Tianming sneered, his face full of disgust and resentment, and cursed: "You heartless bitch, you are still quibbling even now! Can your so-called helplessness be an excuse for your evil deeds?"

After saying that, he swung out with a palm, filled with endless anger and power.

With a loud "pa" sound, the saint was knocked away by the palm and fell heavily to the ground.

Blood was oozing from the corner of her mouth, and her expression was miserable. Her originally delicate face was now filled with pain.

She laughed miserably.

At this time, no matter what she said, Ye Tianming would not forgive him.

I felt sad, but less afraid.

Yun Manyao smiled sadly:

"Just kill me. I've let you down. I deserve what I've done to myself."

Ye Tianming shouted angrily: "Do you think I dare not?"

Having said that, Ye Tianming raised his hand again.

The spiritual power is surging and the murderous aura is overwhelming.

Just when Ye Tianming was about to kill, Ji Qingwan suddenly stepped forward and stopped him with her hand.

Ye Tianming frowned: "Qingwan, what do you mean?"

Ji Qingwan sighed softly: "Tianming, if we kill her, we and the Butian Palace will really be at war to the death."

"Let her go. As long as she can keep what happened today a secret, we won't get into any more trouble! Don't lose your composure because of a momentary anger."

"Butian Palace is the eighth-ranked power in Longjiang Province. Our current strength is not enough to compete with the entire Butian Palace."

Ye Tianming gritted his teeth, his heart filled with rage, but he ultimately suppressed his murderous intent.

Ji Qingwan turned her head and looked at the Saint, her eyes were cold, and she said, "Ye Tianming treated you like this, you were in the wrong first. Killing those people now is just to vent his anger. I'm sparing your life this time, and I hope you will think carefully about what to say and what not to say after you go back."

"If you cause any more trouble, Tianming will never forgive you."

The saint remained silent, just looking at Ye Tianming with sad eyes.

At this moment, the man who once carried her on his back and protected her at all costs was as cold as ice, and he didn't even want to look at her again.

That strange and cold expression was like a blunt knife cutting through her heart all the time.

She was struggling inside.

I don’t know whether I should be happy or sad for saving my life?

She actually saved her life from Ye Tianming's hands just because of a word from another woman.

The closeness between the two of them pierced her heart deeply.

After a moment of silence, she stood up with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes were dull, having lost their former radiance, and her face was filled with fatigue and complexity from surviving a disaster.

Her steps were unsteady and her body was shaky, as if she had to use all her strength to take every step.

She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Ye Tianming and Ji Qingwan.

She bit her lips tightly, trying hard to control her inner emotions, and clenched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, and her joints turned white due to the force.

His steps were weak and he moved with difficulty. His back looked so lonely and desolate, and every step was filled with deep regret and confusion.

A gust of wind blew by, ruffling her hair, but she seemed not to notice. She just walked mechanically and gradually disappeared in the distance.

Ye Tianming looked at the saint's departing back, the anger in his heart had not completely dissipated.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, and swore in his heart: "I must find the remains of Kunpeng's bones and quickly make myself stronger! If something like this happens again, I, Ye Tianming, will never show mercy again!"

"I want everyone to know that I am no longer a weakling who can be bullied by others!"

Ji Qingwan sighed softly and said, "Tianming, I know you have hatred in your heart, but this is not the time to be impulsive. We still need to take a long-term view and constantly improve our strength in order to truly gain a foothold in Longjiang Province."

Ye Tianming took a deep breath, nodded, and said:

"Qingwan, you are right. But letting her go today does not mean that I will forget the hatred I once had."

Ji Qingwan comforted him, "I understand that as long as we persevere, one day, we will make those who have hurt us pay the price."

The two stood there, looking in the direction the saint left, silent for a long time.

Lin Yujiao and Lin Qing'er also woke up from their coma.

The two men stood up with difficulty, looking at the situation around them in surprise and surprise, with astonishment in their eyes.

"This...what happened?"

The dazed expressions of the Ji family members finally relaxed. Just as they were about to speak, several sounds of breaking wind suddenly came and quickly stopped in front of the Ji family members.

A graceful figure flew towards Ye Tianming, looking at him with concern and anxiety.

"Mr. Ye, are you...are you okay?"