As the young master's cold command fell, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of rapid and heavy breathing echoing.

Those burly men dressed in black samurai attire had bloodthirsty glints in their eyes. Without a word, they launched their attack in perfect unison.

Despite being surrounded by so many people, Wu Tian showed no sign of panic; instead, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He slightly turned to the side, moving swiftly through the crowd with an almost imperceptible lightness of movement, as if dancing a dance on the edge of life and death.

Every punch and kick struck the enemy's vitals with precision, yet he also skillfully evaded the enemy's attacks.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, but Wu Tian maintained a calm smile on his face.

It was as if he wasn't fighting, but rather performing a meticulously planned show, every movement and every glance brimming with artistic beauty.

"Hmph, is this what you call strength?" Wu Tian chuckled, his voice filled with disdain and contempt. "If this is all you have, then this game is far too boring."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Tian suddenly sprang up like a tiger released from its cage, instantly breaking through the impenetrable black barrier.

His fist whistled through the air, carrying an overwhelming force, heading straight for the young master.

The young master's expression changed slightly, but as a rigorously trained martial artist, he quickly regained his composure.

He moved with lightning speed, retreating like a ghost, while simultaneously forming hand seals, preparing to unleash even more powerful martial arts techniques to counter Wu Tian's offensive.

However, Wu Tian's speed was much faster than he had imagined.

He flashed past the young master like lightning, slamming his fist heavily into the massive glass door. With a deafening crash, the glass door shattered instantly, sending countless fragments flying.

"As you wish, this is my strength." Wu Tian turned around proudly, his eyes shining brightly, piercing the young palace master's heart, each word ringing with conviction, "If you intend to use the Dragon Capture Palace to force my senior sister, you cannot do it!"

His words were icy and resolute; for a moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time stood still.

The young master stood there, stunned, surrounded by the remains of black-clad guards and the broken glass doors. His heart was gripped by shock and fear.

He had never seen such a formidable opponent as Wu Tian. In the blink of an eye, all of his carefully selected bodyguards were killed.

When Wu Tian rushed over, the young palace master felt that death was just around the corner, and any struggle was futile. Only despair followed him like a shadow.

His throat was dry, and he spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you... dare to kill me, the Dragon Capture Hall... will absolutely not let you go..."

Wu Tian's lips curled into a faint yet ruthless smile. His voice, though deep, carried an irresistible authority. "If I were to kill you, not even a god could save you. It's not that I'm afraid of the Dragon Capture Hall's retaliation. The only reason you're still alive is because of your senior sister's kindness."

Upon hearing this, the young palace master was already drenched in sweat, his legs trembling uncontrollably. Finally, he could no longer hold on and knelt down in front of Wu Tian, ​​extremely humble.

Just then, a clear and urgent voice broke the silence: "Junior brother, show mercy."

As they were talking, a petite figure rushed over; it was Jin Lingyun.

Jin Lingyun's appearance seemed to inject a glimmer of life into the stagnant air. Her gaze shifted between Wu Tian and the young palace master, filled with complex emotions.

She cast a tender glance at Wu Tian, ​​her eyes filled with a delicate mix of relief and worry.

His gaze then shifted to Ye Chuan, the young master who was kneeling on the ground, trembling and looking terrified. His tone was gentle but carried an undeniable power: "Ye Chuan, I said that my junior brother is unparalleled in the world. Not only did you not believe me, but you also wanted to provoke him. You asked for this."

Immediately, she turned gently to Wu Tian, ​​her eyes sparkling with gratitude and tenderness, and softly said, "Junior brother, thank you!"

She knew all too well that if Wu Tianzhen wanted to kill this young master Ye Chuan, there was absolutely no chance of him surviving.

Ye Chuan was unharmed at this time, which must be because Wu Tian knew about Ye Chuan's relationship with him and deliberately spared his life.

She wasn't worried about Ye Chuan being killed, but rather that Wu Tian killing Ye Chuan would invite endless retaliation from the Dragon Capture Hall.

Wu Tian nodded calmly, the cold light in his eyes slightly diminished, and he turned to give Jin Lingyun a gentle and respectful look.

He slowly withdrew the aura of authority emanating from him, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Ye Chuan, who was struggling to stand up, and he murmured in doubt, "Is he really your fiancé?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Lingyun's delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if they could hold the weight of mountains and rivers, and her tone was heavy: "Although I am unwilling to admit it, he is indeed my fiancé, but... I will never marry him, even if it means death."

Jin Lingyun's words carried an undeniable resolve, as if she had already made up her mind.

Wu Tian lowered his eyes slightly, a hint of concern hidden in his depths. Even without knowing the inside story, he was deeply concerned about Jin Lingyun's feelings.

His tone was calm and his voice was firm: "In that case, let me solve this problem for you."

After saying that, he strode firmly toward Ye Chuan, his killing intent gathering once more, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

Ye Chuan's composure crumbled instantly, and he knelt on the ground again, trembling.

Just then, Jin Lingyun swiftly reached out and gripped Wu Tian's arm tightly, gently shaking her head, her voice pleading: "Junior brother, please have mercy and spare his life."

Wu Tian looked back at Jin Lingyun, his eyes filled with confusion: "Since Senior Sister is unwilling to marry him, why don't you let me get rid of him to prevent future troubles?"

Jin Lingyun stared at Wu Tian, ​​her eyes flashing with complex emotions—resentment, worry, and an indescribable bitterness.

She slowly released Wu Tian's hand, sighed softly, and said, "Junior brother, don't ask anymore. The things in this world cannot be explained in a few words, nor can killing one person solve the problem."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian understood immediately, nodded slightly, and did not ask any further questions.

She then gave Ye Chuan a nonchalant glance: "Since that's the case, then spare his life for now. If you want to take his life, just let me know."

Jin Lingyun's heart rippled with warmth. She nodded firmly, her eyes filled with gratitude: "Junior brother, thank you for your understanding and tolerance. Let's go. I don't want to see a coward."

Wu Tian nodded slightly and was about to leave when a group of people rushed in, their steps quick and their voices booming with a question like thunder: "Wu Tian, ​​what... what did you do to the young master?"