"Heh, these humans are truly timid, scared of my flames!" the eight-winged demon sneered.
"Your demon race's cultivation techniques are indeed interesting, but I wonder if your martial skills are as formidable!" Zhou Yan's eyes glinted as he stared at the demon.
The eight-winged demon's expression instantly turned serious. "I'd like to see what qualifications you have to bark at me!" he said coldly.
Whoosh—
In the next second, the demon shot into the sky, his form turning into a streak of light as he flew into mid-air and brought a fierce claw down towards Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan bent his body slightly, raised his palm, and slammed it down with force!
Crack!
As the claw descended, Zhou Yan's arm met the eight-winged demon's sharp talons head-on.
Zhou Yan's body remained unmoving, while the eight-winged demon was sent flying back.
Zhou Yan's right hand was covered in frost, his physique truly terrifying!
"Such a powerful physique!" The eight-winged demon's eyes were filled with dread. His sharp claw was a Saint artifact, not far from a先天帝兵 (Xiantian Imperial Weapon) in power.
Yet, in Zhou Yan's hand, it was like an egg hitting a rock, utterly unable to withstand the impact.
Zhou Yan grinned. "Your attack power is strong, but your reaction speed is a bit slow."
He took a step forward, his speed reaching its peak. In an instant, he appeared before the eight-winged demon.
A whip kick landed on the eight-winged demon's abdomen, sending him flying.
The eight-winged demon crashed through a wall and fell into a room, creating a deep crater.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the eight-winged demon looked at Zhou Yan in shock.
"Is this... is this person a monster? To actually defeat an eight-winged demon in one move?"
"Too ferocious!"
"His strength definitely surpasses the peak of the ninety-ninth heaven!"
The remaining demons watched Zhou Yan in awe.
Zhou Yan's combat power had far exceeded their expectations.
"Damn it, the strength of these humans is indeed not to be underestimated. Fortunately, I was cautious earlier, or I might have fallen here." The eight-winged demon gritted his teeth.
The strength of Zhou Yan and his companions made them wary.
However, among the demons, one of them's eyes lit up. "This human's strength seems somewhat unusual."
"Haha, what a coincidence, I happen to need some offerings. You, take this person and kill him," the Demon King said indifferently.
Hearing this, the demon became excited and quickly said, "Thank you for the Demon King's grace!"
"Haha, thank you for the Demon King's grace!" This demon was overjoyed and immediately lunged towards Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan frowned. He felt that these demons were not simply trying to seize the Luo Shui Blue Demon Pearl.
"It seems this Luo Shui Blue Demon Pearl holds a deeper secret!" Zhou Yan murmured.
"However, that's no reason for you to covet it." Zhou Yan's eyes turned cold. He stomped his foot on the ground, his body soaring into the air. His fists shot out, heading straight for the demon.
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, the demon was sent flying.
"Pfft!" The demon coughed a few times, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
"Damn it, I don't believe I can't defeat you." The demon roared in anger, flapped his wings, and turned into a black streak, attacking Zhou Yan.
Rumble!
The two engaged in fierce combat again. In a short span, they exchanged over a hundred blows. Gusts of wind exploded, and their clothes fluttered as if they could be torn apart at any moment.
"You... how can you be so strong? You're just a mere human." The demon's eyes widened. Many of his bones were broken, his chest was caved in, and his aura was weak, clearly severely injured.
This demon couldn't understand why Zhou Yan's strength was so terrifying, much stronger than the Demon Emperors they had encountered before, completely unlike a peak expert in the same realm.
Zhou Yan said nothing more. Seizing the opportunity, he threw another punch, hitting the demon's chest fiercely. This punch contained boundless destructive power, instantly shattering his heart.
Bang!
The next moment, the demon's corpse fell to the ground, its life force rapidly extinguished.
The demon died with his eyes wide open.
"Scoundrel!" The Demon King roared in fury. He directly unleashed some secret technique, his aura suddenly surging and suppressing Zhou Yan.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yan immediately felt as if he were enveloped by a mountain. This technique was indeed extraordinary and not a human martial skill. It should have been left behind by the Divine Realm, and the demon had merely obtained it by luck.
"So terrifying!"
"Is this the aura of a Titled Demon King? It's truly extraordinary."
"An aura of this level is comparable to a peak expert of the ninety-ninth heaven, isn't it?"
Zhou Yan was somewhat surprised. These demons were indeed cunning, hiding their strength. Once unleashed, their power could skyrocket!
Suddenly, the Demon King attacked, conjuring a blade in his hand. The sharp tip was filled with overwhelming killing intent.
This was the Blade of Slaughter!
It was a top-tier Demonic Path martial art, specifically targeting the soul.
"Scram!" Zhou Yan roared, his Nascent Soul spinning wildly within him. His boundless aura erupted like a tide.
"Chirp!"
The Demon King's blade pierced Zhou Yan's skin but failed to penetrate his defense, only scratching the surface.
"What?" The Demon King's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with horror.
"Scram!"
Zhou Yan swung his fists, each punch landing on the Demon King's body.
Thump thump thump!
Zhou Yan's fists were like two giant iron hammers, continuously pounding the Demon King's body. A powerful brute force emanated from Zhou Yan's fists.
This brute force seemed capable of crushing everything in its path.
"Boom!" Finally, the Demon King could no longer resist. His entire body suddenly exploded.
Zhou Yan slowly spread his hands, and a drop of crystal-clear, crimson liquid appeared on his palm.
"This... is the Demon King's bloodline?" A golden light flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes.
The Demon King's bloodline was extremely precious and possessed immeasurable power.
If an ordinary demon consumed the Demon King's bloodline, they would undoubtedly undergo a metamorphosis and ascend to another level.
However, Zhou Yan did not consume the drop of Demon King bloodline. Instead, he kept it safe, preparing to leave.
This Demon King bloodline was completely unnecessary for him and could be given to the people of his territory to use.
"Huh?" At this moment, a surprised voice echoed in Zhou Yan's mind.
Hum~
Then, a dazzling golden pillar of light descended from the sky, illuminating Zhou Yan.
Instantly, countless runes swirled around Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan trembled, feeling as if a supreme being was constantly chanting a mysterious spell in his mind.
Boom!
In an instant, a vast and boundless memory surged into Zhou Yan's consciousness.