The surrounding people were indeed stunned, looking at Zhou Yan with disbelief. He had actually dared to act against someone from the black market's organizing committee, and with so many powerhouses present!
While they admired Zhou Yan's courage and strength, they still felt it was unnecessary for him to escalate things so much.
"Aren't these people here specifically to cause trouble?"
"There are hundreds of powerhouses here, you can't just start fighting no matter what!"
"Just talk it out, it's not like he's in the wrong. A good explanation should suffice."
"This is going to be interesting."
"That person's strength is truly formidable. The man in black was wearing a full set of spirit artifacts, and his lowest cultivation realm was above the ninety-ninth heaven. Yet, he was sent flying so far with a single punch. Such terrifying power!"
Zhou Yan had nothing to fear.
With his immense strength, what was there to be afraid of?
Was he someone anyone could trifle with?
Did he have to go just because others wanted to see him?
Who did they think they were!
The man in black struggled to get up, his face a ghastly white. He roared, "Capture him, kill him without mercy!"
"Yes!"
The surrounding powerhouses hadn't expected Zhou Yan to suddenly attack.
With so many of them present, how could the other party dare to make a move? They couldn't comprehend it at all.
It was precisely because of this that they only reacted after the man in black gave the order.
Everyone unleashed their spiritual power and began attacking Zhou Yan. These were all powerhouses from the ninety-ninth heaven, each possessing immense strength. They surrounded Zhou Yan, drawing out powerful weapons and launching attacks.
Seeing that a major battle was about to break out, the onlookers quickly retreated to a safe distance. More people, upon seeing the commotion, came to watch.
The black market merchants near Zhou Yan quickly gathered their belongings and left.
At this moment, Ye Bufan, also drawn by the commotion, came to investigate. Upon seeing someone attacking Zhou Yan, he froze.
"Good heavens!"
What was going on? Why was Zhou Yan fighting these people?
Regardless, Ye Bufan immediately stepped forward, unleashed his spiritual power, and kicked one of the powerhouses.
That powerhouse never expected an enemy from behind. Ye Bufan's kick to his posterior sent him flying towards Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan, with an aerial stomp, kicked the unfortunate fellow away like a soccer ball, sending him flying to an unknown location.
"What did you do, kid? It seems like you can never catch a break," Ye Bufan remarked.
"I didn't do anything. I can handle this, you don't need to get involved," Zhou Yan replied.
"If I were to cower like a turtle, how could I ever hold my head high? You have too little faith in me, kid," Ye Bufan said.
"Heh," Zhou Yan chuckled. He glanced at the attackers and said, "A bunch of kittens. They're not worth my effort. Let my subordinates handle them."
"Subordinates?" Ye Bufan was taken aback.
Following this, Zhou Yan communicated with his territory and summoned over a hundred military generals. The hundred-plus figures then appeared in the sky, each exuding an incredibly powerful aura.
They radiated a fierce killing intent and possessed terrifying power. Divine light erupted from them, as if gods had descended upon the mortal realm.
The surrounding onlookers watched in utter shock and surprise. These were heroes summoned by Zhou Yan, heroes from his territory.
"How is this possible? There's a powerful formation here, and apart from the arena, heroes cannot be summoned!"
"This is a small world, and the rules of the small world prevent us lords from contacting our territories. We can only summon on the arena, and heroes cannot leave the arena. How did he manage this!"
"How did he do it? It's too shocking and unexpected, almost unbelievable. The laws of this small world cannot constrain him."
"Has that person reached the demigod realm? Is he powerful enough to break the rules of this small world?"
Countless people were astonished, staring at these heroes with disbelief. This was not a formation; Zhou Yan hadn't used any formations or items. He had simply ignored all rules and summoned these powerhouses.
Moreover, these powerhouses were all incredibly strong, their fierce auras, potent spiritual energy, terrifying pressure, and world-dominating presence threatened to obliterate the very heavens.
As soon as the military generals saw the surrounding powerhouses encircling Zhou Yan, they roared, "You dare!"
Zhao Yun, wielding his silver spear, executed the "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" technique, transforming into a flock of fiery phoenixes that engulfed one of the powerhouses in a world of flames.
The flames took on the form of phoenixes, not just in appearance, but also in their immense power. The engulfed powerhouse produced a treasure, forming a blue shield.
"Crack!"
"What! How is this possible!"
Unfortunately, the treasure did not last long before it began to shatter, filling the powerhouse with fear. The fluctuations were too intense, far beyond his ability to resist.
"Ah!"
The next second, the powerhouse's treasure was completely incinerated, turning into dust. He himself was also annihilated by the flames.
This scene stunned the onlookers. This was a powerhouse from the ninety-ninth heaven, yet he couldn't withstand a single move from Zhao Yun. Was he a demigod?
No, they couldn't detect any aura of the demigod realm on Zhao Yun. However, the weapon in Zhao Yun's hand was a Saint Artifact.
Not only was his weapon a Saint Artifact, but the armor he wore was also a Saint Artifact. Although only two items, having two Saint Artifacts on one hero's person, how wealthy must he be?
They looked at the others and discovered that it wasn't just one hero with divine artifacts; every hero here possessed at least two Saint Artifacts.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe such a sight? Were Saint Artifacts so cheap?
Over a hundred heroes, each holding a Saint Artifact-level weapon, and wearing armor with as many as three or four pieces, or at least one, generally two pieces of defensive armor.
Where did this come from? How could there be so many Saint Artifacts? They found it hard to believe. They even saw two heroes holding Pseudo-Divine Artifacts.
Everyone was even more dumbfounded. How rich were these heroes? Pseudo-Divine Artifacts! These were treasures cherished by every faction, yet they were given to subordinates. It was too shocking, too unbelievable.
Saint Artifacts were indeed rare, but Zhou Yan had no idea how many territories and factions he had destroyed, or how many people he had plundered.
Among so many forces, even if only a few possessed a few Saint Artifacts, the total number would not be small. Therefore, it was reasonable for them to have several Saint Artifacts, wasn't it?