However, he was, after all, the reincarnation of an Immortal Emperor, with extensive knowledge and unique insight, seeing further than ordinary people.
"Secret technique?"
Upon hearing this, Yama King was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head and chuckled.
"So what if it's a secret technique? As long as I have enough strength, I can still crush the so-called ancient martial arts experts."
Yama King's expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with icy killing intent.
"Little brat Zhou Yan, die for this old man."
Yama King let out a cold roar and lunged forward.
"Yama Ghost Claws!"
Yama King waved his hands repeatedly. In an instant, dozens of black shadows materialized out of thin air, like ravenous ghosts pouncing, carrying sharp malevolent energy.
These black shadows moved extremely fast, instantly surrounding Zhou Yan. Each black shadow exuded a strong scent of blood, terrifying and ferocious.
Yama King flicked his wrist, and these black shadows simultaneously clawed at Zhou Yan, as if to tear his body apart.
Whoosh!
Zhou Yan's expression was blank. He reached out his left arm, his fingers curved like hooks, and lightning-fast, he grabbed one of the black shadows. With a forceful tug, he ripped it apart.
The black shadow was torn asunder, and crimson blood splattered, staining Zhou Yan's chest.
At the same time, several other black shadows lunged, their sharp claws aiming to tear Zhou Yan to shreds.
"Death Ray!"
Zhou Yan's expression was stern. He narrowed his eyes, his right index and middle fingers together. The tips of his fingers glowed as if a star was exploding, shooting out a brilliant silver light.
This silver light, imbued with destructive power, caused the air to explode the moment it appeared, sending gusts of wind scattering.
One black shadow, unable to dodge in time, was struck by the silver light and instantly exploded into countless fragments.
"Ah!"
Amidst a miserable howl, another black shadow flew backward, crashing into the wall. It twitched all over and fell silent.
"What?"
This scene astonished Yama King, leaving him stunned and his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.
This strike was too terrifying!
In just the time it takes to flick a finger, two innate realm guards of the Yama Palace had been eliminated, their power simply monstrous.
"Damn it, how did this little brat become so strong!"
Yama King's face turned ashen, his heart filled with shock and anger.
This outcome was beyond his wildest expectations.
He couldn't understand how a mere useless young master could wield such an overbearing and peerless secret technique, easily killing even the two innate guards under his command.
"Who exactly are you?"
Yama King's gaze was gloomy as he stared intently at Zhou Yan and asked in a deep voice.
He was very clear about Zhou Yan's background and identity; it was impossible for him to nurture such a powerful warrior.
Could it be that Zhou Yan was hiding his true identity?
At this thought, Yama King's mind became complex, and he could no longer fathom Zhou Yan's origins.
"Who am I? Heh heh, you'll know soon enough."
Zhou Yan grinned, his eyes suddenly flashing.
He stamped his foot and, like a tiger pouncing on a sheep, moved with lightning speed, rushing directly towards Yama King.
"Hmph, no matter who you are, tonight, you won't leave this building alive."
Yama King's expression was somber, his killing intent permeating the air.
"Kill!"
Yama King roared, his internal True Qi surging like a rolling tide.
Yama King stomped his foot, charging forward like a cannonball, and unleashed a powerful punch that whistled through the air.
In the void, a series of explosions erupted, like the reverberation of thunder.
"Haha... little whelp, you're still too green to fight with me."
Yama King burst into laughter, his eyes and brows filled with smugness.
In his eyes, Zhou Yan was merely a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Yama Fist Technique?"
However, Zhou Yan merely smiled faintly, his expression devoid of fear.
He had seen this set of fist techniques in a ruin once. It was created by an ancestor, and it was said to rival martial arts techniques.
"Little whelp, die."
Yama King's face contorted, madness flashing in his eyes.
On his fist, True Qi raged, forming a blazing sun that burned fiercely, emitting scorching heat, as if to incinerate everything.
The Yama Fist was Yama King's ultimate killing technique. Once unleashed, it could even melt steel.
"Yama Seal!"
The next moment, Yama King's expression turned solemn, and he uttered three words.
As Yama King's words fell, a colossal phantom appeared in the void, at least seven zhang tall.
The phantom's face was blurred, its appearance indistinct.
Its arms were crossed over its chest, clad in heavy armor, like a god of war, looking down on the world and the heavens, exuding a magnificent aura.
Then, the colossal phantom raised one leg and kicked out fiercely.
Crack!
The void exploded, air shattering into pieces, and a piercing sonic boom suddenly sounded.
The entire hall shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck, swaying intensely.
"Hiss!"
Yama King's face changed drastically, his pupils constricting, his face filled with horror.
The power of this strike was simply beyond imagination, making his hair stand on end.
Bang bang bang…
He circulated his True Qi with all his might, desperately resisting this blow, but it was still futile.
The next second, Yama King's body trembled, and a trickle of scarlet blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
This kick was too terrifying!
"How can this be?"
Yama King's expression was filled with disbelief, his mind buzzing.
He had cultivated this move for many years and had long since mastered it.
In his estimation, even an expert at the sixth level of the Innate Realm would be unable to resist it and would surely die.
Yet, Zhou Yan had managed to block it.
"Yama King, you have lost."
Zhou Yan's expression was indifferent. He slowly raised his right hand, flipped his wrist, and a pitch-black longsword appeared in his hand.
"What a peculiar weapon."
Yama King's expression turned solemn as he stared intently at the longsword in Zhou Yan's hand.
Although he couldn't discern the sword's grade, he could feel a fierce and violent aura emanating from it, causing his heart to palpitate.
"Yama, give your life."
Zhou Yan's gaze swept over, and a cold killing intent erupted.
In an instant, a wisp of sword energy cut through the void, as if surging from the netherworld, its killing intent boiling, locking onto Yama King.
"Not good, retreat!"
Sensing this strand of sword light, Yama King's expression changed wildly.
He immediately moved his body, intending to leave this place.
But as his movement began, suddenly, strange ripples appeared in the void, spreading outwards like ripples on the surface of water.
Immediately after, a bronze bell materialized out of thin air, blocking the space between him and Zhou Yan.
The bronze bell chimed melodiously, its sound echoing in all directions.
Then, dense runes appeared on the bronze bell, emitting a brilliant radiance.
A majestic power swept in all directions, like a towering mountain, standing before Yama King and blocking his escape route.
"Not good, this is a spiritual treasure."
Yama King's face turned panicked, and he inwardly cried out that something was amiss.
At this moment, he finally understood why Zhou Yan dared to come alone.
"Little brat, stop immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite."
Yama King roared rapidly, his eyes red, like a beast roaring.
He had never expected Zhou Yan to bring out a spiritual treasure. This completely exceeded his expectations and caught him off guard.
This time, he had miscalculated!