Yan Lun stared blankly at the thousands of fireballs scattered across the earth, though brilliantly dazzling and visually rewarding, yet he had no heart to admire the fireworks.
At that moment, Yan Lun was already lost in thought, even when Shi Feng moved and floated before him, he seemed unaware.
Then, Shi Feng slowly extended his left hand towards Yan Lun and said, "You think you, a mere scum, can kill me? Even if you cultivate for another hundred years, killing you will be as easy as crushing an ant."
As Shi Feng spoke, his left hand already grasped Yan Lun's face. Startled, Yan Lun awoke from his daze, Shi Feng's words echoing like a demon's chant in his mind.
"You! Let me go!" Yan Lun angrily roared at Shi Feng, who was gripping his face.
Having one's face grasped by someone is an immense humiliation for anyone.
Especially being humiliated by this person!
He originally came to wash away the shame before this person, yet now he suffered even greater humiliation.
"Ah!" Yan Lun burned with rage, immediately letting out a furious roar, his right hand forming a fist, aiming a strike at Shi Feng's left arm, as if he wished to blow it apart.
The same hand was the source of his humiliation in front of everyone, and he, the future Yan Clan Tribe patriarch!
If he suffered such humiliation, how could he ever command respect in the future!
"Hmph!" Seeing Yan Lun throw another punch, Shi Feng sneered disdainfully, saying, "With your Nine-star Emperor-level, using Demigod Combat Technique, you've already exhausted your power! That Combat Technique couldn't kill me, and yet, you dare punch me?"
As Shi Feng spoke, his right hand curled fingers and flicked at Yan Lun's incoming fist.
With a "bang," the fiercely thrown punch was shattered by Shi Feng's seemingly effortless finger flick.
"Ah! Ah!" Agonizing cries wailed from Yan Lun's lips, fresh blood gushed violently from his ruined right hand.
From afar, the Yan Clan members hearing Yan Lun's pig-like cries and seeing his ruined hand and spraying blood were frightened, instinctively stepping back, wishing to distance themselves.
Even the formidable Fifth Commander couldn't withstand the Mountain Witch Clan villain, tortured into cries, let alone them.
At this moment, a Yan Clan member realized, saying, "Quick! We must find the clan leader! Foreign invaders attack! Foreign invaders attack!"
"Yes! Find the clan leader! Foreign invaders, the wicked Mountain Witch Clan attack!"
A Yan Clan warrior shouted, causing everyone to react instantly, numerous fiery columns rose from their bodies, more than sixty fiery pillars shooting into the night sky!
"One day?" Hearing Yan Lun's roar, Shi Feng withdrew his gaze from the front, and looked at Yan Lun as if he were a fool, saying:
"You harbor killing intent against me, yet dream of a future? You've thought too much!" As he said this to Yan Lun, Shi Feng's face was filled with ridicule and disdain.
And right then, a blood-colored light shone from Shi Feng's right hand, the Demigod Level Combat Weapon Bloodthirsty Long Sword appeared in his right hand.
Then, Shi Feng released his grip on Yan Lun's face with his left hand, his right hand moved, and he stabbed a sword towards Yan Lun's throat.
"Oh ah! No! Don't!" Yan Lun suddenly saw the sharp blood-colored longsword, radiating ice-cold sword light, piercing towards his throat.
His eyes widened, for a moment, he couldn't believe everything happening to him.
I... Yan Lun, am not a peerless genius? Won't I become a prominent figure like Bai Ya, Long Xian, Xing Ao in this Great Wilderness?
Then inherit the position of clan leader of my Yan Clan Tribe, leading my Yan Clan to unprecedented heights.
How… how… those things haven't been realized yet, how can I die?
No! No way! I, Yan Lun, emerged from the Flame Extreme Cave as a genius, I can't just die like this, surely someone will save me in the crucial moment.
I definitely won't die like this.
Thoughts flashed rapidly through Yan Lun's mind like lightning.
After more than sixty Yan Clan warriors shot fiery columns skyward, fiery pillars continuously shot into the night sky from within the Yan Clan Territory.
This realm was ablaze with fire, bright as broad daylight.
Throughout the realm, the temperature was rapidly soaring, waves of hot air surging fiercely.
Figures shrouded in fiery flames shot out from the fiery pillars, dense and like fiery meteorites, rapidly flew towards Shi Feng.
As Shi Feng stabbed towards Yan Lun's throat, suddenly, he sensed a formless power appear over the sky, sharply descending upon him.
Such familiar scene! Such familiar power!
The other night, as the Nine Nether Destroying Heaven Sword's power was about to kill Yan Lun, it was this person's appearance that saved him.
And on this night, the person also intervened as Yan Lun was about to be killed, not only attacking to rescue Yan Lun but also using the formless power to kill Shi Feng.
However, Shi Feng now was no longer the same Shi Feng who only struggled against the night.
"Hmph! Finally arrived, Yan Clan Patriarch!" Feeling the descending scorching formless power, Shi Feng coldly laughed.
Now Shi Feng used his left curled fingers, Demigod Power emerged at his fingertips, flicked his fingers.
"Puff!" Under Yan Lun's astonished gaze, the Bloodthirsty Long Sword pierced into his throat.
Before his death, indeed someone came to save Yan Lun, it was his father Yan Lie.
But this time, Yan Lie couldn't save him.
Under this youth's power, even his father Yan Lie was powerless now.
Furthermore, "uh!" Suddenly, a scream resounded throughout this realm.
When Yan Clan members saw Fifth Commander Yan Lun pierced through the throat by the youth, upon hearing the scream, faces beneath the flames dramatically changed.
The scream was eerily similar to their clan leader Yan Lie's voice.