In an instant, his body erupted with soaring flames, transforming into a fiery dragon that lunged towards Chu Ao Nan and the others.
"Zhou Yan, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"
Chu Ao Nan roared at the sky, his eyes bloodshot and filled with terrifying killing intent. He flicked his fingers, and with sharp whooshing sounds, numerous jade talismans shot through the air, attacking Zhou Yan.
These were forbidden arts!
This forbidden art was incredibly powerful, the treasure of the Chu family. Previously, Chu Ao Nan had used this forbidden art to kill a fierce beast at the peak of the Xiantian realm.
In a flash, a vast energy suddenly erupted in the void, transforming into a rolling torrent that madly crushed forward.
The void distorted and shattered inch by inch, annihilated by this torrent.
This time, Chu Ao Nan poured all his strength into his strongest move, vowing to kill Zhou Yan.
This move was enough to instantly kill a peak Xiantian realm expert, and even an ordinary Xiantian completion realm martial artist would struggle to survive.
"Hmph, mere trickery, daring to make a fool of yourself."
Seeing this, Zhou Yan snorted coldly, unafraid. He swung his fist and unleashed a powerful blow.
This punch was incredibly domineering, as if it contained a colossal mountain crushing all under heaven, causing the very void to tremble.
Bang!
In an instant, the two attacks collided, erupting in a fierce impact.
Immediately, Chu Ao Nan retreated step by step, each step leaving a deep footprint.
"What!"
Seeing this, Chu Yun Die was terrified beyond measure. She never imagined Zhou Yan's strength would be so terrifying.
With a single blow, he had forced back Chu Ao Nan, who was at the peak of the Xiantian realm.
Such strength was simply terrifying!
Following that, Zhou Yan attacked again, his speed as fast as lightning. His hands moved like butterflies flitting through flowers, delivering thousands of palm strikes in an instant.
In a moment, beside Chu Ao Nan, a martial artist at the Xiantian completion realm let out a tragic cry, was sent flying by Zhou Yan, spitting blood, and died on the spot.
"Block him for me!"
The remaining few Xiantian completion realm martial artists, their faces pale with fear, frantically circulated their true qi, condensing their qi shields to defend themselves, attempting to resist.
However, these qi shield defenses were as fragile as thin paper, easily torn apart.
Then, their physical bodies exploded, engulfed by Zhou Yan's attacks, turning into charred corpses, falling into a pool of blood.
"Father, save me, I don't want to die..."
On the other side, Chu Ao Yun let out a piercing wail, struggling desperately, but it was futile. Soon, his body was also incinerated, turning into a pile of mangled flesh and bone.
"No, you all deserve to die!"
Watching his son and sister-in-law perish before his eyes, Chu Ao Nan was grief-stricken, roaring at the sky with a ferocious expression, his eyes bloodshot, as if driven to madness.
For the past three years, he had diligently cultivated martial arts, racking his brains to improve his strength.
It was all for revenge today, but alas, it was all in vain.
Chu Ao Nan clenched his fists, the joints cracking. His gaze was fixed on Zhou Yan, gritting his teeth and saying hatefully, "Zhou Yan, I am not convinced!"
Chu Ao Nan's eyes were blood red, filled with extreme indignation. He, the dignified young master of the Chu family, had actually lost to Zhou Yan!
Shame! A great humiliation!
This was an immense insult to him!
He would rather perish with Zhou Yan than suffer such disgrace.
"Not convinced?"
Zhou Yan sneered, shaking his head disdainfully. "What if you're not convinced? You've already lost your combat power."
Swish!
His gaze swept around, his demeanor relaxed and composed, appearing confident.
This was the Chu manor; he had the advantage. How could he possibly lose?
Indeed, as Zhou Yan's gaze swept across them, everyone's hearts sank.
"Chu Ao Nan, now, you should fulfill your promise. Kneel!" Zhou Yan said indifferently.
Chu Ao Nan trembled all over, feeling extremely aggrieved.
However, he also understood that today, he was destined to fall at Zhou Yan's hands.
"Fine!"
Chu Ao Nan sighed, then suddenly raised his head, a hint of resolve in his eyes. "Even if I, Chu Ao Nan, die, I will drag you down with me."
"Zhou Yan, die!"
The next moment, Chu Ao Nan's aura surged, and a chilling aura emanated from him.
His entire demeanor instantly became icy, as if a demon had descended upon the world.
"Not good!"
Feeling this chill, Zhou Yan's expression changed, a deep sense of apprehension crossing his brows.
Chu Ao Nan's strength was still hidden!
At this moment, cold energy radiated from Chu Ao Nan. He raised his right arm, and a mass of black mist churned.
Within the swirling black mist, a long sword appeared, emitting a sinister gleam.
"Spirit Devouring Ghost Sword!"
Upon seeing this sword, everyone around was shocked.
"This is Chu Ao Nan's renowned weapon. Legend has it that he obtained the inheritance from the ruins left by a Martial Ancestor realm expert and forged this blade."
"It is said that this sword seals the essence of that Martial Ancestor's lifetime. Once activated, it can rival a Martial Master realm expert, or even surpass them!"
"Indeed, that Martial Ancestor was a renowned expert. It is said he possessed the strength of the peak Divine King realm."
For a moment, the onlookers whispered amongst themselves.
"Zhou Yan, die!"
Chu Ao Nan roared, channeling his true qi madly into the Spirit Devouring Ghost Sword.
Instantly, the long sword hummed, emitting a sharp, piercing aura.
The next moment, Chu Ao Nan moved, wielding the sword in a horizontal slash.
The dark long sword cut through the sky with a whistling sound, carrying a terrifying power, heading straight for Zhou Yan.
Clang!
Zhou Yan's gaze was solemn. He unleashed a punch, and a crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the air.
In the next instant, both retreated several steps, facing each other.
"Such immense power!"
Zhou Yan's eyes widened with surprise, looking at Chu Ao Nan with disbelief.
Just now, Chu Ao Nan had activated a secret art, activating the power of the Spirit Devouring Ghost Sword, and was actually able to block his attack!
"Heh heh, Zhou Yan, you are indeed a prodigy, but ultimately, you are too young."
Chu Ao Nan sneered mockingly, "You are only at the half-step Xiantian realm. With the Spirit Devouring Ghost Sword, I can temporarily possess the strength of a Martial Master realm. It's impossible for you to defeat me!"
"Heh heh, then try me!"
Zhou Yan's gaze was firm, shaking his head in disdain. He leaped up, his true qi boiling, like flames burning fiercely, his aura soaring.
The next moment, he flashed, charging directly at Chu Ao Nan, unleashing a punch that stirred up wind and thunder, a truly astonishing display.
"Hmph, Zhou Yan, let's see how long you can last!"
Chu Ao Nan roared, unwilling to be outdone. He held the Spirit Devouring Ghost Sword horizontally in front of his chest, wisps of ethereal light blooming like starlight, brilliant and dazzling.
With a flick of his wrist, the Spirit Devouring Ghost Sword let out a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air, piercingly loud, striking towards Zhou Yan's fist.
Their fists collided, sparks flying, and energy surging, leaving the surrounding buildings in ruins.
At the point of collision between their fists, the air rippled, waves spreading outward in circles.
Abruptly, Chu Ao Nan let out a muffled groan, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His figure staggered, and he retreated several steps.