"Heh, if you're not dead, how could I be?"
Zhou Yan grinned and said calmly.
"You're seeking death!"
Upon hearing this, the skeletal remains became enraged.
An earth-shattering killing intent erupted from its body, its aura soaring madly, suffocating.
"So strong!"
Seeing the aura the skeletal remains unleashed, Zhou Yan's expression also changed slightly.
This skeletal remains had reached the third level of the Martial King realm.
Its strength was immense!
However, he remained fearless, feeling a surge of eagerness to fight.
"Get over here!"
In the next moment, Zhou Yan roared, his body leaping out, transforming into a streak of light that shot towards the skeletal remains. With a raised hand, he threw a punch.
Rumble!
The fist wind whistled, the void trembled, and the vast fist momentum, like a towering mountain, slammed down, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth.
This punch was the 【Mountain Splitting Fist】 that Zhou Yan had just comprehended, its power astonishing. It pierced through the void and landed squarely on the skeletal remains.
Bang!
In an instant, with a muffled thud, the skeletal remains were sent flying backward, crashing through a wall and falling to the ground in a disheveled heap.
"Hiss!"
The onlookers around them all gasped in unison, their eyes wide with disbelief.
This scene was completely beyond their expectations.
The Yang family's Old Ancestor, a formidable Martial King realm expert, was like a weakling in Zhou Yan's hands, easily defeated.
"You, your cultivation has advanced again!"
Lying amidst the ruins, the Yang family's Old Ancestor looked at Zhou Yan with utter shock and terror.
That punch had been too domineering.
He couldn't resist it at all.
"Heh, it was just luck!"
Zhou Yan shook his head and smiled faintly.
The fist technique he used was called 【Mountain Splitting Fist】, which he had created himself, possessing formidable power.
In the past, with his physical strength alone, he wouldn't have been able to unleash this technique.
However, recently, his soul power had surged again, enough to support the casting of the 【Mountain Splitting Fist】.
"Yang family's Old Ancestor, rest assured, your Yang family members will not have died in vain."
Zhou Yan said coldly.
His heart was already filled with murderous intent.
The Yang family's downfall was solely due to this Yang family's Old Ancestor. Furthermore, this person was the pillar of the Yang family, his importance to the family was self-evident.
If the roots were not completely severed, endless trouble would follow.
"Kid, you want to kill me? Delusional!"
Upon hearing Zhou Yan's words, the Yang family's Old Ancestor sneered.
His face was filled with mockery.
The Yang family's Old Ancestor had stood tall in Jiangzhou for decades, dominating the martial world, unchallenged. Who dared to oppose him?
Although this young man before him was somewhat strange and had caused him to suffer a disadvantage, he would still not escape death.
A mere ninth level of the Innate realm, even if he cultivated some secret arts, could not possibly be his opponent.
"Hahaha, you think your cultivation can defeat me?"
The Yang family's Old Ancestor laughed to the heavens, his expression extremely arrogant. "Do you know how powerful I am?"
The Yang family's Old Ancestor, with immense pride, held his head high, looking down at Zhou Yan, and said word by word, "I am the Old Ancestor of the Yang family, a sixth level Innate realm expert!"
"And you?"
"A mere ninth level Innate realm, like an ant, how can you harm me?"
His words were filled with intense contempt and disdain.
In his eyes, Zhou Yan was just a slightly stronger ant, whom he could obliterate with a flick of his finger.
"Oh, really?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan smiled indifferently, shaking his head, noncommittally.
The sixth level of the Innate realm could indeed be considered an expert.
However, he had once been the Holy Emperor Supreme, his vision was incredibly high.
This Yang family's Old Ancestor before him was merely equivalent to a half-step Grandmaster.
"You brat, how dare you still look down on me?"
Seeing this, the Yang family's Old Ancestor's fury ignited, and he roared repeatedly.
His chest heaved violently, clearly enraged by Zhou Yan.
"Kneel before me!"
The Yang family's Old Ancestor roared, his figure flashing, instantly closing in on Zhou Yan. With a clap of his palms, terrifying internal energy surged, transforming into two balls of fiery red flames.
These two balls of flames were purplish-black, emitting a venomous aura, like two poisonous snakes, lunging towards Zhou Yan.
"Petty trick!"
Zhou Yan's expression remained unchanged. He flicked his sleeve, and powerful qi surged, forming a thin membrane that blocked in front of him.
Boom! Boom!
The two balls of flames struck the qi, creating explosions, but they failed to break through the qi's defense.
"How is this possible!?"
Seeing this, the Yang family's Old Ancestor was completely stunned, his eyes filled with panic.
These two balls of flames were incredibly powerful, truly terrifying.
Yet, Zhou Yan had managed to block them with his internal energy.
"Your strength is decent."
Zhou Yan's gaze turned icy. He walked over slowly and said calmly, "But, today you've encountered me, and you are destined to perish!"
"Hmph, you brat, stop being so arrogant!"
The Yang family's Old Ancestor suddenly took out a palm-sized black token from his embrace.
"This is..."
Zhou Yan's pupils contracted.
"You brat, this is the treasure of my Yang family - the Blood Demon Token!"
The Yang family's Old Ancestor grinned menacingly and crushed the Blood Demon Token. "As long as you drip blood into it, you can activate the power of the Blood Demon Token, summon countless Blood Demon puppets, and tear you to shreds."
"Hoo hoo hoo..."
Towards the end, the Yang family's Old Ancestor couldn't help but let out a strange cry, his expression extremely sinister.
This Blood Demon Token was a fortuitous item he had obtained by chance back then.
This item was left behind by an ancient demon, containing boundless malevolent and bloodthirsty energy.
According to legend, this Blood Demon Token was refined with blood by an ancient demon god.
It possessed the power of a demon god and could summon a clone of a demon god to slaughter the world and kill countless people.
"Demon god's clone?"
Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow. With a thought, he immediately understood.
This Blood Demon Token was likely a token left by an ancient demon god in this world.
And this Yang family's Old Ancestor had just obtained this item, allowing him to summon an endless stream of Blood Demons.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, within a radius of several feet, the void fluctuated violently, terrifying auras sweeping across the eight directions and engulfing the surroundings, causing a chilling aura to permeate the heavens and earth.
In the next moment, a blood-red silhouette appeared, ten meters tall, clad in blood armor, with a tall posture, hands behind his back, stepping through the air.
Every time this blood-red figure stepped on the ground, it would emit a resounding boom.
Each of his steps seemed to land on everyone's heart, making them feel a tightening in their chests, their true qi stagnating, and their bodies feeling weak.
"What the hell is that?"
The Yang family's Old Ancestor's expression changed drastically, his eyelids twitching wildly, his face filled with fear.
The Blood Demon Token, though he had never truly seen it, he had heard of it and knew its terrifying power.
This Blood Demon puppet before him exuded a monstrous aura, clearly stained with the souls of countless dead.
"Roar~~"
The Blood Demon puppet let out a shrill roar to the heavens.