The originally shriveled, blood-red robe, after a tremor, disintegrated, revealing a robust and majestic physique radiating boundless ferocity and malevolence.
This was the blood Rakshasa's most formidable bloodline talent, capable of temporarily granting enhanced physical strength.
"Human, perish!"
The blood Rakshasa roared arrogantly and unleashed a whip kick. The air exploded with a sonic boom, stirring up a wave of scorching heat that slammed into Zhou Yan.
"Boom!" Zhou Yan was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, a trickle of crimson blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
The blood Rakshasa's strength was indeed formidable. Zhou Yan might have stood a chance if he were at full strength, but with only five layers of his true qi remaining, defeating the blood Rakshasa was an impossibility.
"Human, your body is marvelous, but your strength is too weak. You are no match for me!" The blood Rakshasa sneered, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain. "Human, I admit your power is considerable, but your bloodline is too feeble to contend with mine!"
With that, the blood Rakshasa strode towards Zhou Yan, each step accompanied by a low rumble, like an approaching mountain.
"Hummmmm..."
As the blood Rakshasa drew near, a silver light suddenly erupted from Zhou Yan's body. Immediately after, a vast and immense aura swept out, seemingly capable of destroying heaven and earth, silencing all existence. Spiritual energy from the surrounding world surged madly into Zhou Yan's body.
It was an unimaginably pure and powerful force, imbued with an ancient and timeless aura, as if it had traversed the eons. It was as if it had transformed from a star, enacting a cosmic annihilation.
"What is this, this aura..." The blood Rakshasa's eyes widened in shock and terror as he felt the aura emanating from Zhou Yan.
The sheer power of this aura surpassed his expectations, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
"Indeed, a rare bloodline!" The blood Rakshasa's gaze sharpened with greed.
If he could devour this type of physique and bloodline, he would become even more powerful.
"What is this power? Why do I feel a palpitation?" The blood Rakshasa stared at Zhou Yan, his heart skipping a beat, a sense of unease creeping in.
Zhou Yan's expression was serene as he slowly extended his left index finger.
"Rumble..." The heavens shook, lightning flashed, and clouds churned.
"Boom!"
A bolt of purple-gold lightning descended from the sky, striking directly onto Zhou Yan's left index finger. Tendrils of electricity coiled around it, emanating terrifying power that made the very void tremble, on the verge of shattering.
"Crack!"
The purple-gold arc sliced through the air, tearing fine ripples in the void. A thick pillar of lightning surged towards the blood Rakshasa.
As the lightning descended, a destructive power permeated the area.
"Such immense power. No wonder the Human Emperors of all generations sought to rule all humanity. So that's why." The blood Rakshasa's pupils constricted, his heart filled with fear.
He dared not meet the attack head-on and quickly evaded, simultaneously employing a blood Rakshasa secret technique to mitigate the power of the devastating strike.
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, the blood Rakshasa had escaped the range of the attack.
"Gasp." The blood Rakshasa panted, his expression grim. "I never expected this brat to have such a trick up his sleeve, to wield such formidable power. It's truly unbelievable."
"Blood Rakshasa, this is but one of the powers I command. Will you not submit!" Zhou Yan said calmly.
His words carried an air of authority.
"Hahahaha, a pity, I am not one of you humans!" The blood Rakshasa roared with laughter. "I only pledge loyalty to the mighty ancestors of the Blood Clan!"
"In that case, you can only die." Zhou Yan's voice was cold.
Before his words had even faded, Zhou Yan's figure flickered like a hunting leopard, charging forward.
The blood Rakshasa instantly sensed an intense danger and darted away, attempting to flee.
However, Zhou Yan was faster.
"Bang!" An iron fist, like a cannonball, slammed into his shoulder, accompanied by the crisp sound of cracking bone.
Sharp pain shot through the blood Rakshasa's body. He let out a scream and was immediately sent flying, crashing heavily into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Zhou Yan looked down from above, his gaze indifferent. "You are too weak."
The blood Rakshasa lay on the ground, spitting blood. He raised his head, his eyes filled with venomous hatred as he glared at Zhou Yan.
"Don't look at me like that. You are already a dead man." Zhou Yan shook his head and slapped him across the face, sending him tumbling away. His cheek swelled significantly, and several teeth fell out.
The blood Rakshasa struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, and roared in fury, "Bastard, you're seeking death!"
"Shwing!"
The blood Rakshasa spat out a mist of blood. The mist writhed and transformed into a blood-red dagger, piercing towards Zhou Yan's throat with extreme speed.
This was a secret technique called "Blood Kill Nine Forms," his signature move.
"Clang!"
Just as the blood mist dagger was about to strike Zhou Yan's neck, Zhou Yan's figure mysteriously vanished, only to reappear in the distance.
"Rumble."
Beside the blood Rakshasa, the ground exploded, sending earth and stones flying.
"What?" The blood Rakshasa was greatly alarmed. "You can actually see through my movements and predict the trajectory of my attack beforehand? How did you do it!"
"You are not worthy of knowing." Zhou Yan cast a casual glance at the blood Rakshasa and raised his right arm, swinging it forward.
"Swoosh!"
A sharp sword light bloomed. Before the blood Rakshasa could even react, his body was rent asunder, exploding into pieces, leaving no trace of his remains.
This blood Rakshasa was killed on the spot, his soul scattered to the winds!
...
At this moment, the Great Desolate Divine Realm was about to open.
Outside the grand gates, various races had already gathered.
"The secret treasures this time will undoubtedly belong to our Primordial race."
"Primordial race? Humph, all treasures belong to the Human race!"
Races of all kinds converged here, all waiting for the gate to open.
"Humans?" Looking at the arrogant group of humans, the other demon, devil, angel, and Primordial races erupted in boisterous laughter.
"You humans are destined for enslavement, eternal enslavement. You will never escape the shackles of fate." The leader of the Primordial race snorted coldly, his eyes icy, radiating a profound Primordial divine brilliance.
This was the divine brilliance of the Primordial race, symbolizing the purest and most top-tier bloodline, a race favored by heaven and earth, possessing unfathomable might.
"I heard that among the Primordial race, there was once a sage, known as the 'Primordial Saint King'."
"Indeed. It is said that the Primordial Saint King swept across the eight wildernesses and six directions, suppressed all the myriad races, and was eventually sealed by an Immortal Emperor to guard the Human Realm."
"With such an ancestor, our race is bound to rise, becoming the common ruler of all races, and restoring the Primordial glory!"
The prodigies of the Primordial race were filled with excitement and passion, their eyes brimming with anticipation.
Among the Human race, only the Human Saint Emperor could be called a sage. However, the Primordial Saint King was comparable to a Saint Emperor, perhaps even superior!