Despite their spiritual artifacts, they were of no use against Zhou Yan's hammer blows; they couldn't withstand them.
In a single exchange, the Chu family guards spat blood, stumbled back in disarray, and finally crashed heavily to the ground.
With a mighty swing of the great hammer in his hand, Zhou Yan pulverized a Chu family guard at the late Divine King realm into dust.
Chu Yunlong watched this scene, his face growing uglier. A group of useless fools, unable to defeat even a youth, how would his Chu family save face if this got out?
"Kid, I'll tear you limb from limb and grind your bones to dust."
Chu Yunlong roared, his eyes bloodshot. He formed hand seals, and strands of eerie runes emerged from between his brows. A chilling aura spread out, transforming into a giant black ghost claw that slammed towards Zhou Yan.
The black ghost claw emanated a sinister aura; once it touched a person, it would undoubtedly absorb their lifespan and vitality, turning them into an elderly figure on the verge of death.
"Hmph, a petty trick."
Zhou Yan snorted coldly, tossing aside his great hammer. He extended his palms, and a ball of crimson energy brewed in his hands.
"Annihilate!"
As he roared, the surroundings churned with crimson energy. A massive crimson flood dragon shot out from his body, its fangs bared and claws extended as it lunged at Chu Yunlong, unleashing a terrifying pressure.
Zhou Yan forcefully shook his arms, and with a booming sound, the colossal flood dragon, carrying an intense heat, ignited the entire room.
This was the Blazing Sky Palm, a peerless divine ability he had comprehended, capable of unleashing boundless power. He had practiced this palm technique for decades, mastering it to perfection, making its execution even more terrifying.
*Bang!*
The black ghost claw collided with the crimson flood dragon. Terrifying flames raged, burning everything in the room to charcoal. Under the firelight, the ghostly black claw seemed like a shoddy construction in front of the crimson flood dragon.
The black ghost claw shattered and dissolved into nothingness. The crimson flood dragon remained ferociously fierce, charging directly at Chu Yunlong. Its immense power shattered the entire floor of the room, creating a deep pit. Zhou Yan's form suddenly grew, reaching a hundred feet tall.
The crimson flood dragon roared, charging at Chu Yunlong with lightning speed.
Zhou Yan snorted coldly. A sea of fire erupted behind him, flames blazing, and waves of scorching heat spread out. A volcano was born within the fiery expanse, spewing forth intense flames.
"Devour!"
Zhou Yan formed hand seals, unleashing various incantations. The raging sea of fire spread through the air, flames churning, transforming into streams of fire snakes that ravenously devoured everything.
*Rumble.*
Streams of crimson flames fiercely consumed the sea of fire, which continuously shrank until it completely vanished. The sea of fire behind Zhou Yan disappeared, and his form reappeared.
"Huh!"
Seeing this, Chu Yunlong's expression changed. He sensed that Zhou Yan's cultivation had actually increased again. In such a short time, he had broken through another level. How was this possible? He had cultivated for so many years to barely reach the peak of the third heaven of the Divine King realm, yet how could this brat cultivate so quickly?
Chu Yunlong was shocked, unable to believe it.
"Kid, I'll kill you!"
Chu Yunlong roared in anger, forming hand seals again and unleashing another secret technique, his strongest one called "Netherworld Soul Devourer Hand." It was an incredibly sinister technique that could harness external evil power to amplify his combat strength, possessing astonishing power.
Zhou Yan's expression turned grim. He formed hand seals with both palms, and a terrifying power emanated from his body, with streaks of dark runes appearing behind him.
"Die!"
As Zhou Yan roared, his form inexplicably grew much taller. A deep, black rune flowed within his eyes, like a descending demon god.
His body left an afterimage in the void, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Zhou Yan.
He threw a punch, the void trembling, space distorting.
This punch, carrying a terrifying oppressive force, struck Zhou Yan's chest like a meteor. Blood splattered, and Zhou Yan was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, coughing blood.
"Kid, I'll kill you."
Chu Yunlong's face contorted, and he screamed madly, charging at Zhou Yan again.
Zhou Yan's face was grim, killing intent boiling in his eyes.
"Scram!"
He growled, extending his hands. A colossal crimson palm, carrying a hint of world-destroying might, slammed down towards Chu Yunlong.
The two giant palms collided, space fluctuating violently. The two powers clashed in the void, forming visible ripples.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Chu Yunlong cried out in pain, sent flying backward, blood spraying. He looked utterly miserable.
Chu Yunlong's face was pale, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with terror.
He had never imagined Zhou Yan possessed such strength, forcing him back with a single move and leaving him with serious internal injuries.
Not far away, Chu Yunlong clutched his chest, pain evident on his face. He glared at Zhou Yan with immense malice, gritting his teeth and saying, "Kid, I will remember today's humiliation. When my Chu family recovers its strength, I will surely avenge this. Just you wait!"
Zhou Yan's lips curved into a sneer. He glanced dismissively at Chu Yunlong and said, "Chu family? Heh, just a mere Chu family. What do I have to fear?"
Chu Yunlong's pupils constricted. He could not believe this brat was so arrogant.
How could Zhou Yan not guess Chu Yunlong's intentions? However, Zhou Yan was not someone to be trifled with either. Since the pretense had been dropped, there was no need for courtesy.
"Kid, you will pay the price."
Chu Yunlong said through gritted teeth, channeling his cultivation technique to heal his injuries.
"Oh really?"
A faint smile played on Zhou Yan's lips as he said indifferently. An immensely powerful aura erupted from him, instantly sealing the space of the entire room. Chu Yunlong's expression stiffened, and a look of panic appeared on his face. His eyes darted around, trying to escape.
But how could his speed match Zhou Yan's?
With a crisp cracking sound, Chu Yunlong's neck was crushed into dust.
A man in a green robe stood within the courtyard of the Chu residence.
Inside the Chu residence, the people screamed in panic.
"Ah! Help! There's a murderer, a murderer!"
Numerous Chu family disciples ran wildly in all directions, panicked, their faces deathly pale.
They had no power to resist, only able to be slaughtered. Before they could even utter a word, they were killed.
Behind them, a man in a white robe, appearing to be in his early twenties, stood expressionlessly, as if appreciating the unfolding tragedy.