Zhou Yan asked.
"Zhou Yan, may you die a terrible death!"
The Yang family's Old Ancestor glared at Zhou Yan, grinding his teeth as he cursed.
As his voice fell, the surrounding scene distorted. The next moment, Zhou Yan vanished, reappearing in another location.
This was the Yang family's illusion technique, specifically targeting the spirit of a martial artist.
"Heh heh, Yang family's Old Ancestor, your illusion technique isn't much."
Zhou Yan chuckled lightly.
Then, he strode forward. With each step, his figure would appear in a new spot.
Soon, the illusion technique unleashed by the Yang family's Old Ancestor was broken by Zhou Yan.
"How is this possible!"
The Yang family's Old Ancestor's eyes widened in disbelief.
His pride and joy, his illusion technique, had been so easily shattered?
"Yang family's Old Ancestor, don't waste your efforts. Your illusion technique might work on others, but to me, it's as fragile as a blown eggshell."
Zhou Yan said calmly.
A cold curve formed on his lips.
The Yang family's Old Ancestor thought to use illusions against him? It was simply laughable.
"Kill him, kill him for me."
Suddenly, the Yang family's Old Ancestor seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, roaring at the Yang family members.
"Yes!"
Immediately, the Yang family members, weapons in hand, charged forward.
"You court death!"
Zhou Yan let out a cold roar, his entire body engulfed in golden flames.
On his right arm, golden runes flickered, converging in his palm.
"Boom!"
Then, Zhou Yan brought his palm down.
"Pfft..."
In an instant, a Yang family elder cried out in agony, sent flying backward to crash to the side.
Zhou Yan took a step forward, attacking again, unleashing a punch that sent another Yang family elder flying.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Just then, infinite sword lights of slaughter surged forth again, dense and covering the sky, their terrifying might sweeping out.
This wave of attack was even more formidable and sharper than the last.
"Not bad, this is interesting!"
Facing this scene, there was no ripple in Zhou Yan's eyes. Instead, they were filled with excitement.
"Hahahaha, come on, let me see who it is that wishes to send me to my death."
Zhou Yan laughed wildly, tilting his head back.
His battle intent surged, and as he took a step forward, his fist radiance turned scorching hot.
"Boom!"
The next moment, he struck with ferocity.
Wherever his fist radiance passed, the myriad sword lights were annihilated.
Finally, his figure appeared in mid-air, hands clasped behind his back, his expression serene, like a peerless demon lord, engulfing the mountains and rivers, looking down upon the world with disdain.
"Hiss... this, this is too exaggerated."
Witnessing this scene, the onlookers from afar were all stunned, their mouths agape.
They had personally seen Zhou Yan break through the Yang family's ultimate techniques, one after another. This ability was terrifying.
"No wonder he can be an esteemed guest of the Artifact Refining Guild!"
Someone murmured.
Zhou Yan's power left them awestruck.
"Zhou Yan..."
Seeing Zhou Yan, the Yang family's Old Ancestor's face turned ashen, his eyes spitting icy killing intent.
He had never imagined that tonight, he would encounter such a monstrous talent.
Such a genius could absolutely not be allowed to live.
Otherwise, he would surely become a disaster for the Yang family in the future.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, he turned abruptly and swept towards the distance.
He had already conceived the idea of retreating and fleeing.
"Where do you think you're going!"
However, Zhou Yan let out a cold snort, his steps accelerating, transforming into an afterimage as he pursued.
In an instant, the distance between them rapidly closed.
"Yang family's Old Ancestor, die!"
Zhou Yan's gaze was icy, and he unleashed a punch, the Golden Crow Sacred Fire surging, incinerating the heavens.
"Zhou Yan, you dare to harm me!?"
Upon seeing Zhou Yan's punch, the Yang family's Old Ancestor roared.
"The Yang family, I will flatten it sooner or later!"
Zhou Yan's voice was chilling, his killing intent sharp.
"You..."
The Yang family's Old Ancestor's pupils constricted, and he attempted to resist.
However, just as his attack was about to connect with Zhou Yan, a bolt of lightning descended from the void, striking him and shattering his attack.
"Ah!"
The next moment, the Yang family's Old Ancestor cried out in pain. A deep gash appeared on his forehead, his brow bleeding profusely, almost beheading him.
The Yang family's Old Ancestor was no match for Zhou Yan at all.
This battle was a foregone conclusion; the Yang family's Old Ancestor was defeated.
"Yang family's Old Ancestor, perish!"
Then, Zhou Yan's gaze swept over the Yang family's Old Ancestor, a ferocious killing intent appearing in his eyes. He extended a palm, pressing it down fiercely towards the Yang family's Old Ancestor's head.
The Yang family's Old Ancestor's head exploded with a bang, utterly dead.
"The Yang family's Old Ancestor has been slain!"
"Hiss..."
Around them, the Yang family members gasped in disbelief upon seeing this, their hearts filled with fear and unease.
They knew that the Yang family was doomed!
"The Yang family's Old Ancestor is dead, so it's time for you trash to die too!"
Zhou Yan's gaze was icy. He strode forward, waving his hand. Golden flames surged, sweeping across the desolate lands, slaughtering all the Yang family members.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining 2000 merit points."
The system's notification chimed.
"Hmm?"
Abruptly, Zhou Yan frowned.
"Eh?"
He was slightly surprised, discovering that his soul power had actually surged a bit.
"This feeling..."
After a moment, Zhou Yan's expression cleared as if he had a realization: "So it's because this physical body was forged from dragon bones."
Dragon bones were exceptionally sturdy, possessing immense defensive power, and they contained dragon veins, holding immense potential.
This was why his cultivation speed for the "Five Emperors Body Refining Art" had become so incredibly fast.
"Since that's the case, then this physical body will be entrusted to my safekeeping."
Zhou Yan's eyes flickered as he made his decision.
After all, the Yang family's Old Ancestor was a Grandmaster-level expert. If he could completely extract the Yang family's Old Ancestor's memories, it would greatly benefit his comprehension of the "Myriad Beasts True Essence Art."
"Swish!"
Zhou Yan's figure flickered, heading directly towards the depths of the Yang family mansion.
Before long, Zhou Yan entered a simple yet elegant courtyard.
"Where is this place?"
He frowned, his gaze sweeping around.
Within this courtyard, various gemstones, jade tablets, and elixirs were scattered about.
"Something's not right!"
Suddenly, Zhou Yan's gaze sharpened as he sensed something. His attention fell upon the coffin in the center of the house.
This coffin was entirely made of bronze, emitting a dark luster, as if it had endured thousands of years, weathered and heavy.
"Hum!"
The next moment, the coffin trembled, and the lid slowly lifted.
Creak!
As the coffin lid opened, a pungent stench assaulted his senses.
Immediately after, a skeletal figure slowly sat up.
"Hmm?"
This skeletal figure opened its eyes, looking at Zhou Yan with a trace of confusion.
"You are... Zhou Yan?"
Subsequently, intense killing intent erupted from the skeletal figure's eyes. It roared, "You little beast, you're actually still alive?"