The Dragon Tiger Guard had no time to escape; their bodies were directly hit, bursting into flames and turning to ashes, leaving no trace of their remains.
Immediately after, Zhou Yan's hand seals shifted, and more fireballs appeared in his hands. Each fireball was like a meteor, carrying a terrifying pressure, striking the remaining Dragon Tiger Guards.
In an instant, streaks of fireballs descended, engulfing the entire street. These Dragon Tiger Guards were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye, utterly annihilated.
"Zhou Yan, you deserve to die." Zhang Longhu's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. He never imagined that Zhou Yan had broken through during these past few days, reaching the peak of the third rank and even mastering an exotic phenomenon cultivation technique.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Suddenly, a sound of breaking wind came from behind Zhou Yan, and several black shadows leaped out.
Zhou Yan looked up and saw these people clad in armor, wielding weapons. The leader was a middle-aged man, burly and strong, exuding an aura of killing intent and iron-blooded spirit. He was none other than the commander of the Dragon Tiger Guard, Chen Zhiyong.
"Zhou Yan, you have no escape today."
Chen Zhiyong shouted coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Zhou Yan dared to intrude into Dragon Tiger Town was courting death.
"Commander Chen, kill him quickly." Zhang Longhu shouted urgently.
Chen Zhiyong's gaze fell upon Zhou Yan sinisterly, his killing intent soaring. He took a step forward, his legs digging into the ground, causing it to crack. His figure moved like lightning, charging towards Zhou Yan instantly.
Zhou Yan glanced indifferently at Chen Zhiyong. His own figure also shot out, taking a step forward, and throwing a punch directly.
This punch contained golden lightning and crimson flames, like a falling meteor. The scorching fiery energy and the violent lightning winds swept out, causing the air to distort.
"Bang!"
Under a dull sonic boom, this punch directly impacted Chen Zhiyong's body. Chen Zhiyong's face contorted, he spat out blood, and his body was sent reeling backward.
Chen Zhiyong staggered back, spitting out another large mouthful of blood.
This scene left the surrounding onlookers dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock and horror.
"Even Commander Chen can't withstand it?"
The crowd trembled. No one had expected that the dignified commander of the Dragon Tiger Guard, a powerful figure at the eighth rank of the Divine Disciple realm, would be unable to defeat Zhou Yan.
"Chen Zhiyong, didn't you want to kill me? Now it's my turn."
As Zhou Yan spoke, his figure flickered out, moving with lightning speed. In an instant, he appeared beside Chen Zhiyong and unleashed a whip kick, smashing heavily onto Chen Zhiyong's head.
Chen Zhiyong didn't even have time to react before he was struck by Zhou Yan's kick. He was sent flying dozens of meters before falling to the ground.
Chen Zhiyong's body hit the ground, his head exploding. Blood poured from his seven orifices, his brains splattering. His body twitched, clearly dead beyond any doubt.
"Hiss!"
Many people around gasped, their eyes filled with awe. The commander of the Dragon Tiger Guard, Chen Zhiyong, was a cultivator at the ninth rank of the initial stage, yet he couldn't resist at all, being instantly killed in one move.
"Chh." Zhou Yan reached out and swept his hand, taking the Dragon Tiger Token from Chen Zhiyong's hand. He stored the token into his Cosmic Ring. How could he give up such a treasure? Although it wasn't a rare artifact, it was valuable, and perhaps useful in the future. He then looked at the crowd and shouted coldly, "Anyone who obstructs me will not be spared."
As his voice fell, Zhou Yan's figure traversed the void, disappearing from his original position and reappearing in the distance, in mid-air.
"Boom!"
In the distant mid-air, Zhou Yan had only stayed for a few seconds when a muffled sound was heard, as if something had exploded. The ground shook, dust flew, and the earth trembled.
Zhou Yan frowned and immediately rushed to the place where the sound came from.
This was outside Dragon Tiger City. Zhou Yan's gaze swept across the area. Spatial ripples emanated, and then hundreds of Dragon Tiger Guards gathered.
These hundreds of Dragon Tiger Guards numbered over a hundred. Their auras were powerful, especially the two leading them, whose auras were even more potent. Particularly an old man, wearing a yellow robe, with a gaunt face and sharp eyes that exuded a chilling coldness. He was none other than the vice-commander of the Dragon Tiger Guard, Yang Hong. The other middle-aged man was the commander of the Dragon Tiger Guard, Liu Zhenjiang.
Liu Zhenjiang's cultivation and strength were slightly superior to Yang Hong's.
Yang Hong looked at Zhou Yan, his face as dark as water, and said coldly, "Zhou Yan, you still dare to come to Dragon Tiger City to die!"
"You're wrong. I've come to take your dog life."
Zhou Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering. His deep, dark eyes shot out cold glints, staring at the Dragon Tiger Guards Yang Hong and Liu Zhenjiang with decisive killing intent, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Zhou Yan, you are too arrogant." Yang Hong sneered, looking at Zhou Yan, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. "I heard your strength has improved considerably, and you can easily defeat even Ninth Rank Divine Scholars. However, today you have encountered us, and you are still destined to die. Surrender obediently, and I'll give you a quick death."
"Less nonsense. If you want to fight, fight. If you want to kill, kill. Why so much chatter? Do you think you two trash can kill me?" Zhou Yan's expression turned icy, and cold glints shot from his eyes.
"You insignificant brat, you're courting death! Go, kill him!" Yang Hong's face contorted with rage. He waved his hand at the hundreds of Dragon Tiger Guards behind him, all of whom were elite warriors he had handpicked.
Instantly, nearly a hundred Dragon Tiger Guards rose into the air, wielding spears, swords, and sabers. They swarmed like a dense, all-encompassing tide towards Zhou Yan.
These Dragon Tiger Guards roared in unison, their voices booming and their auras sharp, filled with boundless killing intent.
"A bunch of worthless trash."
Zhou Yan looked at them, his eyes shooting out cold glints. With a cold snort, he stomped his foot on the ground, and his body shot out like a cannonball.
True energy surged within Zhou Yan, and vast primal energy poured out. A mighty fire-attribute primal energy erupted. He brandished a large saber in his hand, its blade shining like a rainbow.
In just a moment, over a hundred saber lights, like flowing silks, were slashed out. Wherever the saber lights passed, the Dragon Tiger Guards were sent flying, severely injured, screaming in agony, and crashing dozens of meters away.
In this short instant, the majority of the hundred Dragon Tiger Guards were slain. Only a few managed to survive, but they were all gravely wounded and unable to get up.
Zhou Yan's figure appeared like a ghost. He flicked his saber, its edge pointed at a man. A saber light shot out, piercing his chest. Blood gushed out, and he died on the spot.
The remaining Dragon Tiger Guards around were terrified. They had dealt with a hundred Dragon Tiger Guards in one engagement, and only about twenty were still alive.
"Run!"
The remaining Dragon Tiger Guards were horrified. Zhou Yan was like a demon. They dared not linger and fled in panic.
Zhou Yan's figure lunged again, moving like lightning. In an instant, several more Dragon Tiger Guards were torn into pieces, their blood spilling into the sky.
At this moment, a strong smell of blood spread.
"So terrifying! He's a monster! His strength is too abnormal; the Dragon Tiger Guards are no match for him."