One move, to kill Qin Shaoyang!
Such a method was terrifying.
"Whatever I, Zhou Yan, want to do, no one can stop me, including your father Qin Feiyang."
Zhou Yan swept everyone away indifferently, finally landing his gaze on Su Ming and Han Li, and sneered, "From now on, whoever dares to stop me will be my enemy, and their only fate is death."
"I..." Su Ming was so scared that his soul scattered, and he quickly hid behind Han Li, trembling.
"What about you?" Zhou Yan asked.
"We..."
The remaining outer disciples turned pale.
They were all ordinary outer disciples and had no right to challenge Zhou Yan. They could only endure in silence.
"Hahaha..."
Qin Shaoyang's corpse fell to the ground, blood staining the grass.
"Let's go."
Zhou Yan glanced indifferently at the crowd and turned to leave.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhou Yan, on advancing to core disciple."
"Senior Brother Zhou Yan, with your talent, you will surely become a powerful figure in the future."
"We will follow Senior Brother Zhou Yan from now on."
These outer disciples immediately fawned over him, afraid that Zhou Yan would settle scores later.
"Scram!" Zhou Yan snarled.
"Yes..."
These outer disciples scurried away, fearful that Zhou Yan would hold them accountable.
"Zhou Yan, you..."
A sinister and icy voice suddenly erupted from Qin Shaoyang's corpse.
Zhou Yan frowned, turned around, and saw a wisp of smoke suddenly emerge from Qin Shaoyang's corpse's clothes.
Soon, Qin Shaoyang's figure slowly coalesced.
"Huh?"
Zhou Yan's face showed surprise.
This scene was too bizarre. He had clearly felt that Qin Shaoyang had become a corpse, but in the blink of an eye, he had returned to his original state, even more condensed, as if he were alive.
"Hahaha..."
Qin Shaoyang laughed heartily and said, "Zhou Yan, how could you possibly contend with my spiritual artifact, 'Phantom Spirit'?"
He assumed an arrogant stance, looking down on Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan's face turned grim. He hadn't expected Qin Shaoyang to possess such a bizarre spiritual artifact.
"Zhou Yan, you got lucky this time. The next time we meet will be your death day."
Qin Shaoyang sneered and vanished into a blur.
"Phantom Spirit?"
Zhou Yan pondered. He knew about this kind of spiritual artifact, which was very rare, but it was only equivalent to a spiritual treasure and could not change the outcome.
"Brother Zhou Yan, be careful..." Su Ya exclaimed.
Her pretty face was filled with worry.
"Zhou Yan, I admit, you do have some skill, but you are ultimately just an ant."
Qin Shaoyang said sinisterly, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Today, I will use you to commemorate my 'Phantom Spirit'."
Before he finished speaking, his whole body exuded a sharp killing intent, and he lunged at Zhou Yan like a phantom.
"Tricks of the trade."
Zhou Yan said dismissively.
He had long suspected that Qin Shaoyang had a backup plan, because although Qin Shaoyang was arrogant and conceited, he was not stupid.
*Whoosh...*
Zhou Yan shifted his body, skillfully dodging the sneak attack. At the same time, he flicked a finger, unleashing a flame rune that carried terrifying heat, burning Qin Shaoyang.
"Not good."
Qin Shaoyang's face changed slightly, and he quickly activated the Phantom Spirit to protect himself.
*Bang...*
The flame rune struck Qin Shaoyang, but it was blocked by a layer of green light and could not penetrate.
"You actually understand the Art of Object Manipulation!"
Qin Shaoyang's face contorted in shock.
"The Art of Object Manipulation, indeed worthy of a fifth-grade martial art, truly profound," Zhou Yan praised inwardly.
Qin Shaoyang snorted, "Hmph, Zhou Yan, even with the Art of Object Manipulation, it's still useless."
"My Phantom Spirit is not just a defensive amulet; it fears no attack."
As he spoke, the Phantom Spirit glowed and transformed into a green skull, ferocious and menacing, with bared teeth and claws.
"Phantom Spirit, kill him!" Qin Shaoyang roared.
*Rumble...*
The green skull charged out with a piercing sound. The void emitted a 'popping' sound, as if the air itself was distorting.
"Zhou Yan, die!" Qin Shaoyang sneered.
"A mere skeleton, what is it worth?" Zhou Yan said indifferently.
"Skeleton?"
Qin Shaoyang was stunned, then sneered, "You truly are a frog in a well. The skeleton is one of the characteristics of the Phantom Spirit. As long as the Phantom Spirit is refined into a spiritual artifact, it will possess this effect."
"Oh? So, I am indeed a bit ignorant." Zhou Yan nodded, then shook his head and sighed, "Since you say it's so powerful, let me see how strong your skeleton truly is."
"Skeleton, kill him." Qin Shaoyang roared.
*Swish...*
The skeleton moved with extreme speed, arriving before Zhou Yan in an instant, its claws raking forward.
This kind of skeleton, composed of bones, possessed ferocious strength and contained potent poison; contact would lead to death by poisoning.
"Unbearable."
Zhou Yan sneered and threw a punch.
*Bang!*
The punch landed squarely on the skeleton's chest, shattering its bones. Green smoke billowed, and then the skeleton exploded into a puff of smoke.
"What?"
Seeing this, Qin Shaoyang's eyes widened, utterly astonished.
What was going on? His proud skeleton had been shattered by Zhou Yan's punch?
"You... How did you do it?" Qin Shaoyang stammered.
"Guess..." Zhou Yan grinned.
"Don't be arrogant. This is just my skeleton. I can do it several more times..."
Qin Shaoyang gritted his teeth and continued to summon the skeleton.
"I advise you to save your energy. Your vital energy is depleted, and you can't sustain the summoning of the skeleton for long..."
Zhou Yan said mockingly, "Your skeleton must have been refined from the bones of some demonic beast, right? Although such materials are precious, your cultivation is too low to drive it."
"However, if you are willing to kneel and beg for mercy, perhaps I can help you."
"After all, I am a kind and benevolent person and cannot bear to see you die like this."
Qin Shaoyang's face turned ashen, and he wished he could tear Zhou Yan to shreds, but he dared not gamble.
Zhou Yan's strength exceeded his expectations, and he was no match for him.
"Alright, I agree. From now on, I will follow you." Qin Shaoyang said.
"Follow me?"
Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, "Think carefully. Your talent is definitely several times stronger than mine. With diligent cultivation, you will surely become a top expert in the core academy in due course."
"I have already decided."
Qin Shaoyang gritted his teeth. "I am unwilling to be suppressed by you forever. Only after you are dead can I have hope of rising."
"Good, very good."
Zhou Yan smiled and patted Qin Shaoyang's shoulder, chuckling, "Your choice is wise. From today onwards, you are my follower, and I will help you step into the Congenital realm."
"Ah? Really?"
Qin Shaoyang's expression was extremely excited.
"Nonsense."
Zhou Yan waved his hand impatiently and said, "You can hand over your bones now, and I will refine them into a spiritual artifact."