The King of Hell roared incessantly, his eyes vicious, staring at Zhou Yan like a poisonous snake.
"Heh heh, you won't have that chance."
Zhou Yan sneered contemptuously, his right hand shot out, as fast as lightning, gripping the King of Hell's neck and lifting him directly.
The King of Hell kicked his legs wildly, struggling incessantly, but to no avail.
"King of Hell, how about we make a deal?"
Suddenly, Zhou Yan stopped his attack, his indifferent gaze falling on the King of Hell.
"What deal?"
Upon hearing the word 'deal', the King of Hell's expression changed, and he immediately asked.
As long as he could escape Zhou Yan, he was willing to pay any price.
"I can spare your life, but you have to do one thing for me," Zhou Yan said slowly.
The King of Hell's face tensed. After a few seconds of thought, he agreed, saying, "As long as you don't kill me, we can discuss anything."
Now, the King of Hell knew Zhou Yan's trump card, and he was no match for him at all.
Therefore, he decided to compromise for the time being, stall for time, and wait for reinforcements.
"It's very simple. I need you to collect some materials for me," Zhou Yan said slowly after a moment of contemplation.
These materials were the main ingredients for refining the Yuan Gathering Pill. Only by gathering all the medicinal herbs could he successfully advance.
As for the King of Hell, Zhou Yan was not worried about him playing tricks, because the King of Hell still wanted to live.
The immediate priority was to find the materials quickly and refine the Yuan Gathering Pill.
Yuan Gathering Pill!
This was a second-grade pill, which could increase the cultivation of a martial artist after consumption. It was a high-grade pill and extremely precious.
"Yuan Gathering Pill?"
The King of Hell's face stiffened. He had clearly never heard of this pill before.
"Hmph, King of Hell, I advise you to be honest and don't try any tricks."
Zhou Yan's gaze was sharp, and he coldly stared at the King of Hell.
"Yes, yes, please rest assured, young master. I will definitely collect the materials for you."
The King of Hell was so frightened that he shut his mouth and hurriedly agreed.
"That's more like it."
Zhou Yan nodded in satisfaction. He took out a healing pill, tossed it to the King of Hell to consume, and then released him.
The King of Hell regained his freedom. He let out a long sigh of relief, marveling, "As expected of a Martial Ancestor, your strength is too immense."
If Zhou Yan hadn't shown mercy just now, he would be dead by now.
The King of Hell's face turned ashen, and he harbored immense hatred in his heart. He never expected to fall into Zhou Yan's hands.
"King of Hell, don't you dare play any tricks, otherwise, I guarantee you'll wish you were dead."
Zhou Yan warned him and turned to walk out of the valley.
A moment later, Zhou Yan returned to the mansion.
He went back to his room, sat cross-legged, and circulated the "Chaos Star River Art," absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Before long, a vast aura surged from him.
"Hmm?"
While cultivating, Zhou Yan frowned slightly and opened his eyes, looking at the door and windows.
"Whoosh!"
Just then, ripples spread through the void, and a figure appeared out of thin air, standing quietly on the eaves.
"Who are you? Trespassing into my young master's room is probably not appropriate, is it?"
Zhou Yan's gaze was icy, and he swept his cold eyes over the black-clothed man, shouting sternly.
"Hmph, a mere low-level Martial Disciple dares to meddle in my affairs? Truly overestimating yourself."
The black-clothed man snorted coldly, his gaze landing on Zhou Yan, his murderous intent utterly undisguised.
"Martial Disciple?"
Upon hearing this, a curve appeared on Zhou Yan's lips, revealing a look of mockery.
A Martial Disciple was only equivalent to a normal Warrior realm, with low strength.
Although the black-clothed man before him was just a corpse puppet, he exuded extremely dense Yin Sha energy, comparable to a third-rate martial artist, making him more troublesome than an ordinary warrior.
The next moment, the black-clothed man attacked, flipping his palm and transforming it into a ghostly claw, which ferociously grabbed towards him.
At this sight, Zhou Yan's pupils contracted, and he reacted swiftly.
Immediately, he flicked his wrist, drawing his saber.
A silver torrent streaked across the air, sharp and unparalleled, like a stream of autumn water, glinting with cold light.
Clang!
Sparks flew, and the two collided with a deafening clang.
Stumble, stumble, stumble~
In this exchange, Zhou Yan staggered back several steps, his blood churning within him. He looked at the black-clothed man with astonishment.
"He actually blocked it?"
The black-clothed man's eyes were cold, a hint of surprise flashing through them. Then, a sinister smile curled up on his lips.
He abruptly swung his arm, his bones creaking. His claw suddenly elongated, like an eagle's talon, tearing through the void and stabbing straight for Zhou Yan's throat.
Caught off guard, Zhou Yan's chest was clawed, and bright red blood spilled out, dyeing his clothes, a shocking sight.
Ah~
Zhou Yan let out a scream, his body swaying, almost falling to the ground.
"Damn it, he's so powerful."
He gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with rage, his face pale, and his eyes filled with deep fear.
The black-clothed man, with just two moves, had heavily injured him.
"Jie jie... Kid, it's not too late to surrender now."
The black-clothed man grinned, his voice sharp and ear-piercing, sending chills down one's spine.
"Hmph, I, Zhou Yan, have never surrendered on my journey!"
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth, his gaze resolute. Holding the Soul Severing Saber, he charged forward again.
He knew that if he didn't fight with all his might today, he would surely die. Only by fighting desperately could he have hope of survival.
"Stubborn fool!"
Cold light surged in the black-clothed man's eyes. He produced a dark green dagger, emitting a foul stench.
In an instant, Zhou Yan and the black-clothed man engaged in a fierce battle, erupting with intense metallic sounds.
"Who is this person? How can he be so powerful?"
Sweat beaded on Zhou Yan's forehead, his arms trembled, the tiger's mouth on his hand cracked, oozing scarlet blood, and his entire left arm was incredibly sore.
"No wonder he was so arrogant. It turns out he has such strength. It seems I have no choice but to use the forbidden secret technique."
His face was grim, his eyes flickering with madness, and he gritted his teeth.
The forbidden secret technique was a secret method that burned potential, possessing unparalleled power.
After using this secret technique, one could gain immense strength for a short period.
However, the aftereffects were also very severe, reducing one's lifespan by one year, and it could also lead to an unstable foundation, even affecting future achievements.
"Kid, I hate people who talk too much the most. Die!"
The black-clothed man sneered, his fingers like hooks, sharp as swords, aiming for a fatal blow to kill Zhou Yan.
Bang!
In an instant, Zhou Yan's chest was pierced, and he spat out a stream of blood, retreating rapidly.
"Haha, this brat is dead for sure."
Seeing this, the King of Hell was ecstatic and laughed heartily, his face contorted.
However, Zhou Yan stood by the bedside, a mocking smile on his lips.
"What's going on?"
The black-clothed man's face changed drastically, and he had a bad premonition.
Zhou Yan's gaze narrowed, and he threw a punch with his right hand, fast as lightning, smashing towards the black-clothed man.
"Not good."
Sensing the danger, the black-clothed man flashed, dodging the attack.
Rumble!
The next moment, the door exploded, wood chips flew, and dust scattered everywhere.
"What is that?"
The King of Hell's eyelids twitched. He quickly covered his nose and retreated.
Amidst the smoke, the black-clothed man fled in disarray, covered in dust, his robes tattered and stained with dirt.