The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Yan Dongsheng looked at Meng Yu, who was cowering behind Song Chaoge. A hint of contempt flashed in his eyes, and then he burst into laughter. His voice echoed through the mountains, full of sarcasm and disdain. "Hahahahaha, Meng Yu, I didn't expect you to actually choose to run away from your marriage! But, what on earth was going on in your head? Fleeing to a place like the northern mountains is simply courting death!"

Meng Yu's face turned pale and blue, his eyes filled with anger and hatred, and even his lips trembled slightly with anger. He gritted his teeth and replied bitterly, "Yes, I'm courting death! But I'd rather die than be with a scum like you, and I certainly won't let you defile me!"

After hearing this, Yan Dongsheng didn't get angry but laughed instead, and the pride on his face became more and more intense.

He raised an eyebrow and slowly clapped his hands. He took a few steps forward as he clapped, a hint of cruel amusement in his eyes. "Good, good, you really have guts! But, Meng Yu, your guts will only make your end today even more miserable."

He paused, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "I've thought of the script for you. The slut Meng Yu eloped here with her old lover Song Chaoge, angered the Ice Dragon, and ended up dying on the mountain. And as for me, Yan Dongsheng, even though you cheated on me, I'm still loyal enough to come and collect your body, even earning your sympathy. I'll then legitimately inherit the Meng family's fortune. What do you think? Does this script suit your taste?"

"Despicable villain..." Meng Yu gritted his teeth: "Simply despicable and shameless!"

When Yan Dongsheng heard this, a nonchalant smile appeared on his face. He seemed to have heard an insignificant comment. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes were full of mockery: "Yes, I am a despicable villain. You know, seeing your stubborn expression, I am really happy and excited. The more you are stubborn with me, the more I want to play with you."

"Bah! Perverted!"

"Pervert?" Yan Dongsheng grinned, his eyes as cold and excited as a poisonous snake, "Yes! I am a pervert!" His words were full of provocation, as if he was enjoying Meng Yu's fear and anger.

After saying that, he gave a cold look to the several Gumeng clan cultivators around him. They immediately understood and pounced on Song Chaoge in an instant, controlling him and sealing his spiritual power.

On Huo Cheng's side, he single-handedly stopped several people from the Xianyun Sect.

At this moment, Yan Dongsheng's eyes were full of playful cruelty. He approached Meng Yu step by step, with a smile on his face filled with cold sarcasm.

His approach made Meng Yu almost breathless, and his legs couldn't stop shaking: "You...what are you doing? Don't come over here!"

Yan Dongsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a wicked smile appearing on the corner of his mouth: "I just thought of a particularly fun game."

He looked at Meng Yu, his gaze like a venomous snake coiling around him, a coldness tinged with a sickening ecstasy: "Meng Yu, didn't you say you'd rather die than be defiled by me? Then how about I defile you completely in front of the person you love most?"

Meng Yu's face turned pale instantly, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was filled with sobs: "No, no! Don't do this!"

Yan Dongsheng grinned, gripping Meng Yu's shoulders and pushing her to the ground. With brutal force, his fingers began to tear at her wedding dress. Meng Yu struggled more fiercely, tears streaming down her cheeks. She waved her hands frantically in an attempt to resist, but every resistance only resulted in him clamping down harder. She screamed desperately, her voice hoarse and helpless.

"Asshole! Let her go!" Song Chaoge was enraged, his eyes bloodshot, his spiritual energy surging wildly. He roared at the top of his lungs, struggling desperately to fight back, attempting to rush towards Meng Yu. However, his injuries were severe, and his spiritual energy was completely sealed. His struggles were futile against the restraints of the Gumeng Clan cultivators. Instead, he was slammed back to the ground, unable to move.

"The more you struggle, the more powerless you become, the more pleasure I feel!" Yan Dongsheng chuckled cruelly, the smugness and madness in his eyes growing even more intense amidst Meng Yu's despair and Song Chaoge's rage, as if all this were just a carefully orchestrated tragedy. He lowered his head, approached Meng Yu, and sneered softly, "What a show! Don't worry, I'll make sure you both remember this day forever."

Wan Jinan, watching from the sidelines, cried out, "This is not good!" Chu Ying had been seriously injured in the battle and had fallen into a coma. He and Yan Chuan were both exhausted and had no strength left to resist. The only thing they could do now was to buy time and wait for a miracle to happen...

"Yan Dongsheng!" Yan Chuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and roared at him, "You've done so many evil things, aren't you afraid of heaven's punishment?"

Yan Dongsheng was slightly startled when he heard this and stopped what he was doing. He looked up at Yan Chuan and snorted coldly, "You stray dog! You're still talking to me in that tone at this time? What? You like Meng Yu too? Then I'll let you play with me after I'm done."

"You're sick." Yan Chuan spat out these words coldly, a murderous look flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath, turned his head and nodded to Wan Jin'an beside him. The master and disciple exchanged glances, and a tacit understanding was formed in an instant. Spiritual energy instantly surged around them, and their aura gradually climbed, sharp as a knife's edge, and a faint chill filled the air.

"Watch out for the sword!" Wan Jin'an shouted angrily. The two men's spiritual energy converged, and the sword's light pierced the air like lightning, accompanied by a thunderous crackle, rapidly striking Yan Dongsheng. The sword's light was like a torrential rainstorm, approaching in an instant, a piercing shriek filling the air. It seemed as if only this cold light shone between heaven and earth, incomparably sharp and unstoppable.

Yan Dongsheng didn't care at all. He put his hands behind his back, smiled contemptuously, and didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "Mr. Huo~"

As he shouted, Huo Cheng's figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them like a ghost, with an expressionless face. He raised his right hand, his spiritual power surged, and his body turned into an extremely solid barrier.

He glanced at the attacks of Yan Chuan and Wan Jinan with disdain, snorted coldly, and his spiritual power suddenly burst out with a violent aura, like a gust of wind that instantly suppressed the sword power of the two.

"Boom--" A loud noise erupted when the spiritual power collided, and the air waves spread out like waves, and smoke and dust rose in an instant.

Yan Chuan's eyes were still burning with fighting spirit. He stared at Huo Cheng intently, and there was no intention of retreating even though he was panting.

"Come again!" Yan Chuan growled, his spiritual power condensing once more. A faint crimson glow shone from the blade, which frightened Wan Jinan. This was his prized disciple. If he died here, he would never forgive himself.

Or...escape?

The opponent is a master in the Spirit Transformation Stage. Given the absolute level difference, it is impossible to defeat him without a miracle.

"Yan Chuan, stop--" He was about to stop him, but Yan Chuan suddenly drew his sword, and the spiritual power in his body swept up like a flame. His attack became more and more fierce. Ignoring his master's obstruction, a resolute light ignited in his eyes, and he rushed towards Huo Cheng again.