The King of Hell's smile grew more intense, chilling like a venomous snake.
"What method?" Zhou Yan frowned and asked.
"Surrender to me, become one of my subordinates, and I'll spare your life," the King of Hell cackled, licking his scarlet tongue, grinning ferociously.
Zhou Yan was instantly amused, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
The King of Hell's expression darkened. "What, are you unwilling to submit to me?"
With that, the King of Hell suddenly reached out and grabbed forward.
As the King of Hell moved, the entire space trembled.
A terrifying pressure surged forth, covering the sky and earth.
In an instant, the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees withered and died, turning into a desolate scene.
Even the hard floor could not withstand the immense pressure, cracking inch by inch into rubble.
"Die for me."
The King of Hell grinned ferociously, his five fingers spread like an eagle's talons, reaching down from the air.
Winds swept, sand and stones flew, and the wind howled.
An invisible suction force appeared out of nowhere, firmly imprisoning Zhou Yan.
"Ah."
Zhou Yan cried out, his bones cracking and popping, as if about to be crushed.
After this situation lasted for more than ten seconds, Zhou Yan slowly regained his mobility.
He bent his legs and knelt on one knee, sweat beading on his forehead, panting heavily.
"Hahaha, truly a waste. With this little strength, you dare to fight me?"
The King of Hell, seeing his advantage, pressed his attack and struck again.
He punched out with a sound of thunder, hitting Zhou Yan directly in the chest.
Instantly, Zhou Yan grunted, spat out blood, and was sent flying backward, crashing several meters away.
"Pfft."
As soon as Zhou Yan stabilized himself, he spat out another large mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his expression was weak.
"Hahaha, you think you've won? How naive."
The King of Hell stomped on Zhou Yan's back, mocking him wantonly.
"You... what exactly do you want?"
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and roared with anger.
"Hmph, I told you long ago to be my slave, but you refused to comply, forcing me to kill you. What crime have you committed?"
The King of Hell's face was sinister, his cruel and bloodthirsty gaze fixed on Zhou Yan.
"If I surrender to you, will you let me go?"
Zhou Yan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"Of course. As long as you willingly surrender to me, I guarantee that I will absolutely not harm your family and friends,"
The King of Hell grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and said slowly.
"But, the premise is that you must surrender to me."
The King of Hell continued.
"Hmph, in that case, I would rather die fighting than be your slave."
Zhou Yan's gaze was icy, and he refused without hesitation.
The King of Hell's expression changed. He had not expected Zhou Yan to be so resolute.
"If that's the case, then die!"
Suddenly, the King of Hell's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand to strike Zhou Yan.
This palm strike sent waves of wind, like Mount Tai pressing down, making one gasp for breath.
Zhou Yan had no time to resist and was slammed to the ground, spitting blood and severely injured.
The King of Hell looked down at Zhou Yan with a cold gaze and said indifferently,
"A mere ant, yet you dare to defy me?"
The King of Hell's eyes were icy, his tone filled with disdain.
"Cough... cough... Although my Zhou family is an ordinary household, we still have backbone. You won't be able to kill me today."
Zhou Yan coughed violently, raising his head with difficulty, looking at the King of Hell with burning eyes, showing no fear.
"Hmph, you ant, you're quite stubborn."
The King of Hell's gaze was chilling. He lightly stomped his right foot on the ground, and a mass of yellow sand surged up, lifting his body and suspending him in mid-air.
The King of Hell clenched his right fist, and his internal energy surged forth, pouring into his fist.
"Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art."
The King of Hell roared, and a set of golden armor appeared on his entire body, emitting dazzling light.
At this moment, his aura rose steadily, like a descending demon god.
"This... is this martial arts?"
Seeing this, Zhou Yan's pupils contracted, and his eyes showed horror.
"Hahaha, you have some knowledge. This is the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art I have cultivated for many years."
The King of Hell laughed arrogantly, then his figure flickered, turning into a streak of light, as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he was before Zhou Yan.
"Die."
The King of Hell's eyes gleamed with coldness, and he punched out with immense force towards Zhou Yan's head.
If it hit, he would surely bleed and die on the spot.
Zhou Yan's heart tensed. The muscles in his body tightened as he prepared to block this fatal blow.
"No matter who you are, if you dare to provoke my Zhou family, you can only die."
Zhou Yan thought to himself, his expression calm, not flustered.
Boom!
Just as the King of Hell's fist was about to land, his eyes suddenly widened.
Because, before him, a black gun tip suddenly appeared.
The gun tip was extremely fast, arriving just as the King of Hell's fist neared Zhou Yan.
After a muffled thud, the King of Hell was sent flying backward.
Crack...
At the King of Hell's lumbar spine, a broken rib pierced through his skin and into his muscles.
The King of Hell grunted, his face contorted, and his expression was extremely pained.
"This is impossible..."
The King of Hell stared at Zhou Yan, his eyes wide with disbelief and hatred.
The Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art he cultivated was said to be impenetrable by blades and spears, impervious to water and fire.
Moreover, it possessed extraordinary defensive power, which ordinary Xiantian realm martial artists could not break through.
Unfortunately, in Zhou Yan's eyes, all of this was fragile.
"I don't believe it..."
The King of Hell gritted his teeth and took out a pill from his bosom, swallowing it.
Boom!
Instantly, a surge of powerful blood energy erupted from the King of Hell, his aura soaring and shaking the surroundings.
"This... how is this possible?"
Zhou Yan's eyes widened in disbelief.
From the King of Hell, he felt a vast and boundless vitality, like rivers, lakes, and seas, surging and surging.
The intensity of this aura made him feel horrified.
"Now that's more like it!"
The King of Hell sneered, looking at Zhou Yan with a playful gaze.
The injuries on his body healed at a visible speed, and he was soon completely recovered.
"My strength has actually increased tenfold."
The King of Hell's eyes gleamed with excitement. He felt as if he had returned to his peak state.
"Little Zhou Yan, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, daring to provoke me is simply courting death."
The King of Hell's eyes were filled with ferocity, and he spoke word by word.
He had already reached the peak of the third-grade Master realm, with only the last barrier separating him from the fourth-grade Master realm.
However, just as he was about to break through, Zhou Yan had disrupted him.
This incident successfully ignited his killing intent.
"Heh heh... You're just relying on a secret technique, what's there to be proud of."
Zhou Yan sneered disdainfully.
The path of martial arts was profound and vast. Any secret technique was priceless.
Even he only understood one or two points of it.