Qin Shaoyang, one of the core disciples of the Tian Yuan Sect, a martial practitioner of the Innate First Level, was on par with Zhou Yan.
"Zhou Yan, I advise you to let my Senior Brother Li go, or you are dead."
"Senior Brother Qin Shaoyang, save me."
Li Hu and the dozen or so Tian Yuan Sect disciples behind him ran towards Qin Shaoyang, as if they had grasped a lifeline.
"Useless, get back."
Qin Shaoyang's face darkened like still water. He rebuked them, then looked at Zhou Yan and said coldly, "Zhou Yan, you are too arrogant. Relying on being an Innate Realm martial practitioner, you actually dare to attack Li Hu."
"Qin Shaoyang, are you here to beg for mercy for him?"
Zhou Yan glanced at Qin Shaoyang and said with a cold smile.
"Hmph, beg for mercy? Why should I, Qin Shaoyang, explain myself to you? If you dare to kill Li Hu, I guarantee you won't be able to leave this gate." Qin Shaoyang said calmly.
"Is that so?"
A trace of mockery lifted the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth. "Qin Shaoyang, let me tell you, if I, Zhou Yan, want to kill someone, no one can stop me. Not only will I kill, but I will also kill you."
"You are seeking death!"
Qin Shaoyang's gaze suddenly turned cold. An astonishing aura erupted from him, and a vast pressure swept through the entire scene.
In an instant, everyone felt difficulty breathing.
"This guy has indeed hidden his strength."
"This Qin Shaoyang's strength is unfathomable."
"Zhou Yan is in danger."
"Alas, a pity for a genius."
The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, watching the show with a detached attitude.
Qin Shaoyang was of noble status, one of the core disciples of the Tian Yuan Sect, with extraordinary talent and formidable strength.
"Zhou Yan, perish."
Qin Shaoyang's eyes were filled with killing intent. He attacked directly, throwing a punch.
Rumble!
The void exploded, and the air seemed to be torn apart as waves of air surged.
Qin Shaoyang's strength was terrifying. A single punch could change the winds and clouds.
"Heh heh, a mere parlor trick."
Zhou Yan was nonchalant. He spread his five fingers, turning them into dragon claws, and met the punch head-on, clashing with Qin Shaoyang's fist.
Bang bang bang...
After a brief exchange, Qin Shaoyang's fist was directly shattered, his bones broken.
"How is this possible?"
Qin Shaoyang was greatly alarmed, his eyes filled with horror.
The technique he had just used was the Xuan-grade mid-tier martial art, "Thunderclap Fist," yet Zhou Yan had easily broken it.
This was unbelievable to Qin Shaoyang.
"Do you have any other tricks? Use them all," Zhou Yan said with a cold, domineering, and arrogant tone.
"Good, good, good..."
Qin Shaoyang gritted his teeth, his face contorted. "Zhou Yan, today I must kill you with my own hands."
"Hahaha, do you have that qualification?" Zhou Yan laughed dismissively.
"Hmph, I know you have extraordinary talent and great physical strength. However, relying solely on physical strength, you are destined to suffer." Qin Shaoyang said. Then, a dazzling radiance erupted from his body, blindingly bright, like daylight.
Immediately, dense runes appeared on Qin Shaoyang's skin, emitting wisps of light.
These lights flowed, emitting a mysterious fluctuation.
"Spirit Patterns?"
Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed. He was slightly surprised, not expecting Qin Shaoyang to have mastered Spirit Patterns.
"Hahaha..."
Seeing Zhou Yan's solemn expression, Qin Shaoyang let out a hearty laugh, full of elation.
"I am indeed just a waste, but in your eyes, Spirit Patterns are still useless, because they are enough to kill you."
"Spirit Patterns, kill me?" Zhou Yan shook his head, a look of mockery on his face.
Spirit Patterns were a special technique of the Tian Yuan Sect that could stimulate the spiritual energy within the martial veins to form Spirit Patterns. When activated in combat, their power was incredibly terrifying.
"Hmph, Zhou Yan, you are too arrogant. This will be your undoing," Qin Shaoyang snorted coldly.
"Is that so?"
Zhou Yan was unfazed and said indifferently, "Qin Shaoyang, you talk too much. Hurry up and make your move. Don't delay any longer. I can't wait to suppress and kill you."
"Zhou Yan, you are truly seeking your own death. Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will fulfill your wish."
Qin Shaoyang snorted coldly. He waved his arms, and two balls of dazzling light burst forth, emitting brilliant rays.
"Die!"
With Qin Shaoyang's sharp cry, his fists danced, emitting piercing sonic booms.
In an instant, the space before him trembled, and two colossal rocks collided, exploding with a thunderous roar.
"This is..."
Everyone was shocked.
"Spirit Tool!" Zhou Yan's pupils contracted.
He never expected that Qin Shaoyang would possess a Spirit Tool.
"Hahaha, Zhou Yan, this Spirit Tool was given to me by you. You didn't expect that, did you?" Qin Shaoyang laughed heartily, his expression extremely excited.
"Spirit Tool!"
"The Spirit Tool in Qin Shaoyang's hand was bestowed upon him by Zhou Yan."
"Zhou Yan is truly foolish to give a Spirit Tool to someone else."
"Poor Zhou Yan, he is likely in grave danger today."
The crowd guffawed, watching Zhou Yan with schadenfreude.
With the Spirit Tool, Qin Shaoyang's strength had greatly increased, and he was definitely no match for Zhou Yan.
"Zhou Yan, you can still surrender now. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Qin Shaoyang said with a cold smile.
"Heh heh, a mere Spirit Tool, what is it? I want to see how capable you are to dare challenge me," Zhou Yan said dismissively.
"Then I will let you witness the might of a Spirit Tool."
Qin Shaoyang roared, circulating the spiritual energy within his body and channeling it into the Spirit Tool. Instantly, the Spirit Sword trembled violently.
Buzz!
The Spirit Sword emitted a humming sound, radiating a sharp aura.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
In an instant, a rain of swords descended, blanketing the area. Their speed was so fast that it was impossible to defend against.
"Zhou Yan, taste the power of the Spirit Sword."
Qin Shaoyang roared, a ruthless expression on his face.
Clang clang clang...
Zhou Yan's expression was calm. He stepped on the Big Dipper formation, effortlessly evading the barrage of attacks. At the same time, he extended his right hand and slammed it towards the Spirit Sword.
Ding...
The Spirit Sword touched Zhou Yan's palm and immediately halted in mid-air.
Crack...
The Spirit Sword broke and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"This..." Qin Shaoyang's face turned ashen, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Qin Shaoyang, your Spirit Tool is no match for me," Zhou Yan mocked.
Qin Shaoyang was completely stunned. He had spent years cultivating this Spirit Sword, raising it to the level of a fourth-grade Spirit Tool. He never expected it to be broken by Zhou Yan with a single palm strike.
"Impossible, how did you do it?" Qin Shaoyang roared.
"Heh heh, there are many people smarter than you in this world. I don't need to explain."
Zhou Yan said coldly.
Then, he took a step forward, instantly covering a distance of three meters, and swept a whip kick towards Qin Shaoyang's head.
"Ah..."
Qin Shaoyang was terrified and screamed, "Zhou Yan, how dare you try to take my life? My father will never let you go."
Splat...
Qin Shaoyang let out a scream, and his head exploded like a watermelon, blood and brain matter splashing everywhere.
"Senior Brother Shaoyang..."
The outer disciples watching were all stunned into silence, shouting in disbelief.