Chapter 187 of Ten Scenes Satin

Upon seeing Yan Tie arrive, Hua Xuan gasped, gripping her whip tightly and glancing sideways at Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan pressed his hand to his wound, calming himself and slowly circulating his inner energy, saying softly, "Junior Sister, you should leave quickly. Every one of us who escapes is a lifesaver." Hua Xuan was stunned, saying, "Senior Brother Wen, what did you say? I... how could I possibly abandon you?"

Yan Tie strode forward, saying, "You can't defeat me. No one can escape." In a few steps, he was already several feet in front of Hua Xuan, his iron palm striking out.

Normally, Hua Xuan would have avoided the attack, dodging first and then waiting for an opportunity to strike. However, Wen Yuan was injured and unable to move. If she moved aside, Wen Yuan would surely be killed. How could she let him? Hua Xuan had no choice but to grit her teeth, using her left hand in a gentle stance to deflect Yan Tie's palm strike, while her right hand lashed out with the whip, unleashing the "Vast Wind Style."

The Vast Wind Style was magnificent; once unleashed, a howling wind arose, whip shadows danced, and it resembled a long dragon rolling and soaring in all directions. The powerful wind protected Hua Xuan and Wen Yuan, and continued to expand outwards.

Although Yan Tie was protected by iron armor, he was unwilling to directly confront such power and hesitated to advance. Luo Jinling picked up her curved sword, slashed a few times in the air, and shouted, "Wen Yuan, you're only clinging to life for a moment thanks to your junior sister's protection.

Tell your junior sister to stop, and I'll spare her life!"

Hua Xuan glared at her angrily and shouted, "You're so wicked! You impersonated Sister Zi Yuan to deceive people, and you're colluding with this monster. I won't let you hurt Senior Brother Wen again!"

Luo Jinling sneered, "I don't need to hurt him anymore. You'll see whether he lives or dies in no time!"

Hua Xuan was startled and couldn't help but turn around to look at Wen Yuan. She saw him sitting on the ground with his hand on his chest, just like before, but his pale face was faintly bluish, and red and black blood was flowing from between his fingers as he pressed his hand against the wound.

Hua Xuan cried out in alarm, "Is the blade poisoned?"

Her startled reaction caused the whip's power to involuntarily weaken. Yan Tie, with his sharp eyes, seized this opportunity and lunged forward, his left arm striking the whip. The impact was deafening, the whip's momentum momentarily halted, and it crumbled considerably. Hua Xuan groaned in pain, her hand aching. Yan Tie's arm also trembled, but his attack didn't falter. Protected by his iron armor, he fearlessly charged forward like a wolf.

With her "Vast Wind Style" broken, Hua Xuan was greatly alarmed. Seeing Yan Tie too close, making it difficult to wield the whip, she had no choice but to abandon the whip and fight bare-handed. After exchanging only three or four blows with Yan Tie, Luo Jinling attacked from behind, her curved blade flashing coldly, delivering three deadly blows in quick succession.

Although Luo Jinling's martial arts skills were inferior to Hua Xuan's, with the formidable Yan Tie ahead, Hua Xuan found it difficult to spare any time to deal with her, yet he had no choice but to defend himself. He sidestepped and flicked his fingers, but Luo Jinling immediately sheathed her sword and retreated. Taking advantage of the opening, Yan Tie launched a fierce attack, throwing a heavy punch. Hua Xuan quickly turned to defend, blocking Yan Tie's iron wrist with her arm. The pain was excruciating, and her delicate face flushed red. She was extremely anxious: "If this continues, I definitely won't be able to defeat him

. What should I do?" That day, Yu Qian led his troops to garrison outside the city, and the Yu residence was almost undefended. The guest rooms were separated from the rooms of Yu Qian's family members, so although the fight was fierce, no one noticed. Besieged on two sides and also having to protect Wen Yuan, Hua Xuan was simply overwhelmed. After holding out for about ten moves, she finally couldn't withstand Yan Tie's palm strike and was hit in the chest, falling to the ground. The palm strike was powerful and struck several acupoints on her chest. Hua Xuan was unable to move and groaned a few times on the ground. Suddenly, her eyes welled up with tears.

Wen Yuan, who had been silently bowing his head, spoke softly, "Junior Sister, don't cry." Hua Xuan sobbed, "How...how could this be...Senior Brother Wen, I don't want you to die..." Wen Yuan said softly, "I will stay with you, you won't die."

Yan Tie said in a hoarse voice, "Do you think you can escape death today? Do you still hope that the clever little Murong will come to save you?" Wen Yuan stopped speaking and just stared at Yan Tie.

Yan Tie made a strange sound in his throat, chuckled twice, and turned to leave with a clanging sound. Not long after, a petite figure was dragged into the room by the back of Yan Tie's collar. It was none other than Little Murong. Her hands and feet were shackled, she was dazed, and there was blood on her lips and clothes, as if she had been defeated and captured in battle.

With a loud bang, Xiao Murong was thrown by Yan Tie, her back slamming against the brick wall before she collapsed to the ground with a muffled groan. Hua Xuan was horrified and cried out, "Sister Murong?"

Hearing Hua Xuan's call, Xiao Murong slightly opened her eyes, her expression extremely urgent, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak, clearly having had

her mute acupoints pressed. At the same time, Luo Jinling bent down beside the bed and pulled someone out from under the bed—it was Zi Yuan, bound by ropes, still unconscious. Luo Jinling pressed an acupoint on the back of her neck and sneered, "Wake up and see how your lover will die!"

Zi Yuan opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Wen Yuan, haggard from his injuries. She was greatly shocked and blurted out, "Yuan..." Her body wanted to rush forward, but her limbs were not free, and she was held down by Luo Jinling, unable to move at all.

Wen Yuan silently gazed at Xiao Murong, his eyes slowly drifting to Hua Xuan, Zi Yuan, and Luo Jinling, finally settling on Yan Tie, his gaze fixed on his face, the iron mask gleaming with a cold, silver light.

Yan Tie closed the door, his voice hoarse as he said, "Wen Yuan, you're really tough, you haven't succumbed to the poison yet. However, the longer you hold on, the more pain you'll only intensify." He pointed at Xiao Murong, saying, "You actually let this girl go alone, leading to my capture; that was your own oversight..."

As he spoke, Yan Tie glanced at Xiao Murong, seeing her face filled with disdain and contempt as she stared at him fiercely. Yan Tie stepped forward, saying, "Before you go to hell, I'll make you wish you were dead. This little Murong ruined my plans, and now I'll get my revenge, with interest."

With that, Yan Tie walked towards Xiao Murong, grabbing her collar. Xiao Murong couldn't resist, her heart filled with panic. She glanced at Wen Yuan, her eyes brimming with tears. With a long, sharp "hiss," Xiao Murong's clothes, including her bodice, ripped open, exposing her skin. Without a word, Yan Tie grabbed her breasts with his iron fists and squeezed hard.

"Ugh...ugh..." Xiao Murong couldn't speak, but she still groaned in pain. The cold iron fingers touching her nipples sent chills down her spine, and her delicate body writhed weakly.

Wen Yuan's eyes widened, his body trembling slightly, and he squeezed out the last sound from his throat, saying, "Yan Tie, stop!" Yan Tie sneered, "Heartbroken? That's not all. I'm going to fuck all your women until they're dead. You've never tasted the feeling of watching your beloved woman being fucked by someone else, have you?"

Hua Xuan cursed, "Shameless, despicable man! You can't touch Sister Murong!" Yan Tie chuckled strangely, "Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon. I'll fuck your tender little hole properly, I guarantee..." "You're so happy your soul can fly to the heavens." Hua Xuan was so angry that her face turned red, and she shouted, "You...you're vulgar!"

Zi Yuan lowered her head and said softly, "Miss Luo, are you really willing to cooperate with this kind of person for revenge?"

Luo Jinling glanced at Zi Yuan and said coldly, "The hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable! I can sacrifice everything to kill Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan, what do you know?" As she spoke, she turned around, walked towards Yan Tie, threw down her curved sword, gently hugged Yan Tie from behind, and stuck out her tongue to lick his neck, which was covered by steel.

Yan Tie stopped moving, removed his hand from Xiao Murong's chest, turned around and hugged Luo Jinling, saying, "You slut, want to be fucked again?"

Luo Jinling's stern expression vanished, as if she were a different person, her eyes and brows brimming with lust, her beauty boundless. She whispered, "Yes, I got my revenge today, I'm in a great mood..."

Yan Tie pressed her to the ground, touched her buttocks, and said, "You used to let men fuck you to learn kung fu for revenge, and now that you've gotten your revenge, you're offering yourself up. You're such a lowly slut, so wanton, even a prostitute is worse." With that, he forcefully pulled down her pants, revealing her plump buttocks.

Luo Jinling let out a soft "Ah," her buttocks tightening slightly, her brows furrowing, and she trembled as she said, "Yes...yes, I'm a slut, I'm wanton...Quick, quick, give it to me..."

Yan Tie chuckled, pulled his pants down a third of the way, opened the iron cover protecting her genitals, and pulled out a stiff penis.

Apparently, after his first encounter with Hua Xuan, to avoid repeating the same mistake, he had widened the iron cover; although his penis was already erect, he felt no discomfort.

He grabbed Luo Jinling's buttocks, glanced at Xiao Murong, and sneered, "Let's have an appetizer first, then the main course." He thrust forward, inserting himself into Luo Jinling's body.

"Ah...ah ha!" Luo Jinling cried out loudly, raising her head, her expression a mixture of excitement and sorrow.

Yan Tie moved freely, his ten fingers writhing everywhere, pinching her buttocks until he had his fill, then pulled off Luo Jinling's top and grabbed her breasts. Her breasts were quite substantial; when he grabbed them, the tender, red flesh, glistening with sweat, squeezed out in small clumps between his iron fingers, both beautiful and wanton.

His penis thrust violently inside Luo Jinling's tender orifice, spraying and spraying her juices, leaving a wet patch on the floor. Luo Jinling cried out in a frenzy, her expression utterly lost, repeatedly calling out, "Faster...faster...oh...good...ah..."

Yan Tie swayed his hips, coldly saying, "You slut, you're nothing but material for my lustful release, don't get too cocky!" Luo Jinling gasped, saying, "Yes...yes...it's okay, I...I feel so good...ah!"

The two engaged in intercourse for a long time, oblivious to their surroundings, before Yan Tie pulled out his penis, his semen gushing out with a "plop. "

Luo Jinling's buttocks, lower back, and back were successively covered in thick, white fluid. She lay panting on the ground, her legs crossed, a sticky mess between her thighs, her tongue licking her lips, saliva dripping down. Her expression, beyond lewdness, held a hint of madness.

After ejaculating, Yan Tie's penis went limp, the tip drooping with barely dripping semen. He walked to Xiao Murong's side, squatted down, and turned her chin, saying, "Lick it clean."

Xiao Murong glanced at it, closed her eyes, and smiled contemptuously. Yan Tie was furious, saying, "You brat, lick it!" He thrust forward, his penis pressing against Xiao Murong's lips, his semen staining them. Xiao Murong tightly closed her lips, resisting desperately. Yan Tie

sneered, "Fine, let's see how long you can last." His right hand still gripped her chin, while his left thumb and forefinger pinched Xiao Murong's nose.

After a moment, Xiao Murong began to feel suffocate. She tried her best to hold back, unwilling to open her mouth to breathe, but the true energy in her lungs grew increasingly scarce. Reaching her limit, she finally opened her mouth. As soon as she opened it, Yan Tie's penis forced its way in.

"Ugh, ugh—" Little Murong was both ashamed and angry, trying to spit out the penis, but Yan Tie's left hand had already pressed down on her head, preventing her from escaping.

Yan Tie was extremely pleased, saying, "Lick it well, lick it clean, and when I insert it into you later… Ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, Little Murong bit down hard, startling him so much that he quickly released his grip and pulled out his penis. However, Little Murong was injured and her acupoints were sealed, so her bite had little power and didn't harm Yan Tie's manhood.

Enraged by the resistance, Yan Tie suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Yuan, only to see him still sitting there, his body slightly hunched over, unable to sit upright due to his injuries. His eyes, however, showed no signs of fatigue, and his gaze was fixed on him, piercingly intense.

With a clang, Yan Tie stomped his foot on the ground and roared, "What are you looking at?"

Wen Yuan pressed his hand to his chest wound, his posture unchanged, his eyes bright and fixed on Yan Tie, like a pair of sharp swords piercing through Yan Tie's mask and straight into his eyes, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yan Tie adjusted his iron shield, put on his trousers, and walked to stand in front of Wen Yuan. Their eyes

met, staring intently at each other. Yan Tie looked down at Wen Yuan, who slightly raised his head to look up at Yan Tie. As their eyes locked, Yan Tie suddenly shouted, "What are you looking at—you're already on the verge of death, you're doomed!"

Wen Yuan remained silent, his eyes unwavering, burning like flames.

For some reason, Yan Tie gradually felt uneasy, troubled by Wen Yuan's gaze. He made a gurgling sound, his tone wild, and whispered, "You're about to die, and you... what are you still trying to prove?"

Wen Yuan remained silent, his eyes locked on Yan Tie, not blinking an eye.

Clang, clang… Yan Tie raised his right hand, his knuckles twisting stiffly.

“You—you’re not allowed to look at me again!”

A hoarse howl followed, then blood splattered. In that instant, Yan Tie’s index and middle fingers, their tips stained with blood, had pierced Wen Yuan’s eyes. With a swift movement, Wen Yuan closed his eyes, blood trickling slowly beneath his eyelashes, his eyelids unharmed. When his eyes were pierced, he had no intention of closing them.

Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, and Hua Xuan were all shocked. Hua Xuan’s eyes widened, and he cried out, “Senior Brother Wen—ah!”

Xiao Murong gritted his teeth, unable to speak, his eyes already brimming with tears. Zi Yuan looked blankly at Wen Yuan with his eyes closed, and said in a trembling voice, “Yuan…”

At this moment, Luo Jinling had already dressed, gripped her curved sword again, and seeing Yan Tie’s sudden attack, she too felt a shock, a chill running through her body.

Yan Tie burst into wild laughter, shouting hoarsely, "Look again! Look again! Hahaha! You brat, you're blind, you're blind!"

Amidst the laughter, Wen Yuan smiled slightly. This closed-eye smile seemed strangely leisurely.

Luo Jinling noticed his smile and cried out, "Yan—"

In an instant, Wen Yuan stood up, palms facing the sky and the ground, abruptly turning and embracing, forming a circle in the void. Instantly, true energy spread, sealing Yan Tie's entire body. Then, his palms flashed, like clouds, like water, like wind, like smoke, a myriad of phenomena, yet seemingly nothingness.

Yan Tie suddenly felt himself enter nothingness, floating and soft, as if drunk. Suddenly, his body swayed, jolting awake, then a burning sensation in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He was filled with shock and anger, quickly retreating three steps to create distance. As soon as he stood still, his steps were unsteady; his internal injuries were already quite severe.

Wen Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, blood gushing from his chest wound—not black blood, but crimson, his clothes completely red, his face pale, yet his expression calm.

Yan Tie coughed up blood a few times, whispering, "You...you can still fight..." Wen Yuan said, "It was you who gave me this opportunity, have you nothing to say?" Yan Tie wiped the blood from his mouth, saying, "For this opportunity, you even gave up your eyes?" Wen Yuan smiled slightly, "Of course I wanted my eyes, but unfortunately, my internal energy wasn't sufficient at the time, I probably couldn't have harmed you, so the overall situation had to take precedence."

Yan Tie was about to speak when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "I just...wiped the blood from my mouth?" He hurriedly raised his hands, touching his face with both palms, and indeed felt his skin.

Wen Yuan raised his right hand; the iron mask was already in his hand. He said slowly, "Although I can't see, I still know what your face looks like..."

Yan Tie froze, turning his head once, then again, then a third time, seeing Zi Yuan's astonishment, Xiao Murong's mockery, and Hua Xuan's disbelief, a look that seemed to be hatred, sadness, and mostly disappointment.

Wen Yuan tossed aside his mask and said, "Next time, what do you plan to do... Senior Brother Han?"

The edge of the iron mask touched the ground, turned slightly, and with a clatter, it rested on the ground, its empty eyes facing the sky.

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