He now only hoped to gravely wound the opponent before Ye Haochuan could make his move!
"Kill!"
Zhou Yan roared, his true qi surging forth, transforming into a giant fireball that blasted towards Ye Haochuan.
Ye Haochuan sneered disdainfully, "A petty trick!"
He flicked his finger towards the air.
Chii!
A wisp of black smoke emerged from the air, then transformed into an incomparably sharp sword light, fiercely cleaving towards the fireball.
"Boom!"
The two collided, the explosion resounding throughout the valley.
Zhou Yan felt a mighty force strike him, forcing him back several steps.
His heart filled with dread, he quickly urged the remaining true qi within him and unleashed the "Taiyi Chaos Art" to its limit.
Yet, even so, he was still struck so hard that blood streamed from his seven orifices, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"So powerful!"
Zhou Yan's face was incredibly ashen, but his heart was filled with fighting spirit.
"Ant, you will surely die today!"
Ye Haochuan shouted, stepping on his flying sword and rapidly darting towards Zhou Yan.
With each step he took, a black phantom formed beneath his feet.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"
Seeing the opponent closing in, Zhou Yan's heart settled.
Although he was injured, escaping was not a difficult matter!
"Kid, die for me now!"
Ye Haochuan grinned ferociously, his form instantly closing in on Zhou Yan.
However, Zhou Yan acted as if he didn't see him, brushing past him.
"Hmm?"
Ye Haochuan's brow furrowed.
This fellow actually dared to ignore him?
Ye Haochuan was inwardly furious.
"Kid, I will flay your skin off today!"
Ye Haochuan's body suddenly expanded several times, and he punched towards Zhou Yan's back.
He wanted to finish Zhou Yan in the shortest possible time to avoid any unforeseen complications!
However, Zhou Yan was already prepared and suddenly accelerated, dodging Ye Haochuan's attack.
"Hmph, you have some sense, but do you think your cultivation is enough to evade my attack?"
Ye Haochuan sneered repeatedly, his figure flashing as he pursued Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan was not hurried, stepping on his flying sword, his speed undiminished and his footwork exquisite.
"This kid can actually fly on a sword, and his speed is so fast!"
Ye Haochuan's expression shifted slightly.
"Kid, your life will end here today!"
"If you want to kill me, you're likely not strong enough!"
A mocking smile appeared on Zhou Yan's face.
"Seeking death!"
Ye Haochuan roared, and the flying sword beneath his feet intensified its speed.
His form moved at high speed, almost brushing against Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan was greatly alarmed and quickly urged the last bit of true qi in his body, executing the second step of the "Eight Dragon Steps."
His figure flashed, once again evading Ye Haochuan's attack.
A cold smirk touched Zhou Yan's lips.
It seemed his previous guess was correct; this guy had indeed not reached Ye Haochuan's realm.
And his movement technique had only been cultivated to a rudimentary stage.
Zhou Yan stepped on his flying sword, his figure flashing as he dodged Ye Haochuan's attack once more.
"Kid, your movement technique is quite peculiar, to be able to evade my attack!"
A strong look of excitement appeared on Ye Haochuan's face. "However, you can't escape!"
As Ye Haochuan's words fell, Zhou Yan suddenly looked up.
In the air before him, a black vortex suddenly appeared, and at its center, a pitch-black spear was aimed directly at his chest.
"Not good!"
Zhou Yan's face changed drastically.
This black spear possessed destructive power!
"Kid, I told you, you must die today!"
Ye Haochuan grinned ferociously, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the spear in his hand suddenly pierced Zhou Yan's heart.
Plop!
Zhou Yan's body fell heavily to the ground.
A sharp pain caused Zhou Yan to tremble all over, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
He struggled to stand up but felt the true essence within him gradually draining away.
"Hahaha..."
Ye Haochuan laughed maniacally, "Kid, no matter how profound your techniques are, how can they block my attack? Now, go to hell and repent!"
"Hmph! Even if I die, I will not surrender to you!"
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and refused to yield.
Ye Haochuan's face became incredibly grim. He flipped his right hand, and a pill suddenly appeared in his palm. He threw it into Zhou Yan's mouth.
The pill dissolved instantly upon entering his mouth.
Zhou Yan felt the true essence within him slowly replenishing.
"Hmph, my medicine's effect will wear off soon. When the medicinal properties dissipate, I will make you wish you were never born!"
Ye Haochuan said coldly.
He had already decided to tear Zhou Yan into a million pieces and make him suffer a fate worse than death!
In a short while, Zhou Yan's body began to convulse, his eyes gradually turning white, bloodshot.
Yet, even so, his eyes remained fixed on Ye Haochuan.
"Damn kid, you're glaring at me with hatred, aren't you? No need to glare, I will absolutely not let you live!"
"Die!"
A frantic killing intent flashed in Ye Haochuan's eyes.
He once again drew his flying sword.
"No..."
A look of unwillingness appeared in Zhou Yan's eyes.
"Hmph! Die for me!"
Ye Haochuan snorted coldly and thrust his flying sword towards Zhou Yan's throat again.
Chomp!
The flying sword pierced flesh, and bright red blood splattered out.
A hideous gash was clearly visible on Zhou Yan's neck, blood dripping from the wound, drop by drop.
However, he still maintained that stubborn expression, refusing to give up even a shred of hope for survival.
"Kid, you are indeed interesting, but no matter how much you persist, it's useless!"
A hint of amusement flickered across Ye Haochuan's face, and he pushed the flying sword in his hand deeper.
Screech!
A long wound appeared on Zhou Yan's clothes.
Bright red blood dripped steadily from the wound, staining his robe.
"Ah~!"
Zhou Yan couldn't help but let out a miserable cry, the light in his eyes rapidly dimming.
His consciousness was gradually fading.
Ye Haochuan looked at the spear in his hand, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
This spear was named 'Netherworld Spear'.
It was originally just a spiritual artifact, but due to its excellent quality, it was promoted to a sacred weapon.
However, before its promotion to a sacred weapon, the Netherworld Spear was merely a mortal object.
Over the years, nourished by it, the impurities remaining within his body had been completely absorbed by the Netherworld Spear.
This spear had long since become his intrinsic weapon.
The Netherworld Spear, having absorbed Zhou Yan's pure true essence and fleshly essence, had successfully transformed into a sacred weapon.
Under his control, this Netherworld Spear could unleash astonishing power.
"Heh heh, weren't you very powerful? Weren't you very arrogant? Why are you dead now?"