Ye Luo’s face was overcome with a flush of excitement as he seemed ready to pounce forward.

"Don’t, let’s go to my place instead," Ling Qingya said hastily.

"But I think making love here would be much more thrilling. Why don’t we give it a try? There’s no one around, no need to worry about being seen," Ye Luo said indifferently.

BANG!

Suddenly, a dull thud sounded on the car window beside Ye Luo. He swiftly turned his head and saw a face.

"Damn it!"

Ye Luo was startled and Ling Qingya, who was with him, also turned pale with shock upon seeing a figure suddenly appear outside, looking somewhat afraid.

"It’s you!"

As Ye Luo recognized the figure, his expression turned to one of shock. He quickly opened the car door and stepped out. Standing outside the car was a woman covered in blood; it was Sakura Miko, and she was clearly severely injured.

"Save... save Mei Lun..."

Sakura Miko pointed in a direction in the distance and spoke, then she fainted.

Ye Luo’s expression changed. He hurriedly caught her and infused a surge of Nine Yang True Qi into her body to temporarily stabilize her life.

He then helped her into the car to sit down, and when Ling Qingya saw a woman covered in blood suddenly sit beside her, her complexion couldn’t help but change.

"Wife, this is a friend of mine. Don’t worry, you two stay here and don’t move," Ye Luo said, then he closed the car door.

Just then, five or six individuals dressed in black with katanas in hand, garbed like ninjas, rushed over, all at the Innate Peak Stage. The one leading them was a master of the Half-Saint Realm.

"Hand over the person!" The lead ninja’s eyes quickly fixed on Sakura Miko sitting in the car, and with a fierce gaze, he demanded of Ye Luo.

"Go to hell!"

Ye Luo cried out coldly; with a move, the Lingyun Sword burst forth.

In the darkness, the Lingyun Sword was like a meteor that streaked and vanished in an instant, and the group of ninjas all fell to the ground, each with a slash across their necks.

Their eyes were wide open in death, clearly not reconciled, totally unaware of what had happened before they were dispatched—an indeed unjust end.

Afterward, Ye Luo activated his Clairvoyant Eye and dashed towards a direction in the distance.

At this moment, in a desolate wasteland, a fierce battle was underway; over ten black-clad ninjas wielding katanas were relentlessly attacking two women. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Several bodies already lay on the ground, and these two women were Mei Lun and Mei Ya, who had sustained numerous wounds, bloodied and severely hurt.

Yet, there was a look of unwavering determination in their eyes, and with katanas that had been notched from use, they stared down the group intensely.

"Stop your futile struggling, you two. Just give up resisting. Considering you two look rather decent, I won’t kill you. Just come back obediently with me and be my slave girls," said the man leading the group, a man with a mustache and sinister eyes, coldly sneering, his gaze raking over Mei Lun and Mei Ya with a lewd expression.

The two women both snorted coldly in response.

"Attack! Seize those two women. I want to thoroughly torment them," the man with the mustache commanded directly.

Immediately, the group of ninjas, holding their katanas, rushed forward, while Mei Lun and Mei Ya prepared to go all out in a final death battle against these enemies.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura swept in like a tidal wave, instantly suppressing everyone on the scene, leaving them struggling to move and gasping for breath.

Ye Luo’s figure slowly emerged, looking incredibly tall under the moonlight, especially with that terrifying pressure making him seem like a Celestial God descending. Everyone’s faces changed color, showing a hint of horror.

"It’s him!"

Upon seeing Ye Luo appear, Mei Lun and Mei Ya were shocked, then their expressions changed to immense delight, their demeanor relaxed slightly, and a strange emotion began to stir in their hearts.

"Who are you?"

The mustached man gripped his katana tightly and stared at Ye Luo with a grave expression. Although he was at the Half-Saint Realm and the opponent was merely at the Innate Peak Stage, the man still felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

"Your killer!"

Ye Luo uttered coldly, releasing an overwhelming murderous intent that roared out like an approaching god of death.

"Attack, attack! Kill him, kill him!" the mustached man roared. The dozen or so ninjas, gritting their teeth, forcefully launched an attack on Ye Luo.

Pffcht!

The Lingyun Sword pierced the chest of a ninja at the Innate Peak Stage without any warning.

Thud!

A ninja at the Half-Saint Realm’s head flew off, blood spurting from his neck as he collapsed to the ground.

Just like that, the dozen or so ninjas, at the Innate Peak and Half-Saint Realms, were no match for a single move from Ye Luo, who annihilated them all with one stroke of his sword.

Now, with Ye Luo’s full strength unleashed, even a master at the first level of the Saint Realm barely caught his eye, let alone these ninjas at most a Half-Saint Realm, who were effortlessly slain.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Luo had moved to the two women’s side, and the dozen ninjas lay dead on the ground, not a single survivor left.

The mustached man’s face turned deathly pale as he shook, his eyes filled with terror.

"Are you ladies alright?" Xiao Yifeng glanced at the two women and spoke. Although Ye Luo felt no affection for them, they had indeed been intimate with him, giving him their virginity, so he nonetheless felt obliged to show concern.

"We’re fine," Mei Lun and Mei Ya shook their heads as they looked at Ye Luo, but soon, a wave of profound weakness overcame them. They swayed and nearly fell, but fortunately, Ye Luo supported them in time.

"Be careful!"

But just then, the two women’s expressions changed as they suddenly shouted a warning, seeing the mustached man suddenly appearing behind Ye Luo, swinging his sword down viciously towards him.

A disdainful sneer appeared on Ye Luo’s mouth as his wrist quickly turned, and the Lingyun Sword stabbed lightning-fast behind him, piercing the chest of the mustached man first. The latter spat out blood, his eyes bulging wide.

"I am... the son of... the Eighth Elder... of the Ninja Association..."

Even on the verge of death, the mustached man didn’t forget to declare his identity, but to Ye Luo, it was all meaningless. With one pull of the Lingyun Sword, the man’s body thudded to the ground.