"You?" Zhou Yan's lips curved into a slight arc, revealing a hint of disdain. "Are you worthy?"
While Yang Xiong possessed high cultivation talent, he lacked true capability.
In Zhou Yan's eyes, the other party was not even on the same level as himself.
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiong's expression shifted drastically. His eyes darkened, a murderous intent surged forth, and his gaze turned as red as blood, like that of a ferocious wolf.
He hadn't expected Zhou Yan to dare to provoke his authority.
Suicidal!
Yang Xiong roared, his true essence surging, his physique expanding by a circle. He stood there like a giant, his aura terrifying.
In an instant, the faces of those around them changed dramatically.
Yang Xiong was a born anomaly, blessed with innate divine strength. He cultivated the ferocious technique "Savage Beast Fist," making his physical body exceptionally powerful.
"Hmph, a mere ant!"
Yang Xiong coldly snorted, stomped his foot, and with a violent push, transformed into a streak of light, charging towards Zhou Yan.
He swung his arm, creating a whistling gale, and fiercely slammed towards Zhou Yan.
"Trash!"
Zhou Yan shook his head, his expression indifferent. He slowly raised his right hand, his fingers forming a claw, sharp and domineering.
*Boom!*
The two collided, emitting a dull thud.
Immediately after, a sound of bones cracking echoed, followed by a piercing wail that came from Yang Xiong's mouth.
*Crack!*
Yang Xiong's right arm bent at an unnatural angle, twisted in the opposite direction. The pale white bone fragments pierced through his skin, clearly visible.
"Ah... you... how can you be so strong?"
Yang Xiong's face contorted in pain as he screamed. Large beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he stared at Zhou Yan with shock.
He had felt as if he had just struck a steel plate.
"Ants should know their place!"
Zhou Yan shook his head, a cold smile on his lips. His right leg lashed out like a whip, swift as lightning.
*Bang!*
Yang Xiong had no time to dodge. His chest caved in, blood splattered, and he was sent flying several feet away, crashing to the ground, unable to even crawl.
Silence.
Dead silence!
Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at Zhou Yan, their eyes filled with astonishment.
The esteemed young master of the Yang family had actually lost!
"You... who exactly are you?" Yang Xiong gritted his teeth, speaking with hatred.
At this moment, his mental state had collapsed.
His prideful strength was no match for this unfamiliar youth before him.
"Who I am is not for you to know!"
Zhou Yan's expression was icy. He strode to Yang Xiong's front, grabbed his collar, and yanked him up.
"What do you want? How dare you!"
Seeing this, everyone in the carriage shouted.
But not a single one dared to step forward to help, for they could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Zhou Yan.
This was a true powerhouse!
"You... you don't do anything rash!"
At this point, Yang Xiong finally felt fear, trembling as he said, "My father is a Divine Lord Realm martial artist. If you offend him, you will surely face dire consequences..."
*Slap!*
Before he could finish speaking, a slap landed squarely on his face.
Yang Xiong was immediately stunned. His cheek swelled rapidly, displaying bruises, and a trickle of crimson blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
"I hate it most when people try to pressure me with their elders!"
Zhou Yan's expression was frigid, a cold glint in his eyes. "Since your father is a Divine Lord Realm martial artist, you should also know that martial artists do not prohibit private duels, as long as no lives are taken!"
"Moreover, didn't you want revenge? I'll give you a chance today. Three moves. After three moves, we will settle our score. If you win, I'll let today's matter go!"
As his voice fell, Zhou Yan released his grip, letting Yang Xiong slump to the ground.
"Three moves?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiong was first taken aback, then he burst into laughter, his expression twisted. "Boy, I admit you're incredibly arrogant, but..."
"My father is a Divine Lord Realm martial artist, a true powerhouse. Do you really think you can defeat him? That's a fool's dream!"
He understood that Zhou Yan must be insane to utter such a foolish statement.
A Divine Lord Realm martial artist?
Hearing this, Zhou Yan's eyebrows slightly rose, a hint of surprise flashing through them, followed by a sneer. "Your father is indeed a powerful individual, but compared to me, he's far from it."
"Boy, enough nonsense, hurry up and make your move!" Yang Xiong roared, his eyes bloodshot with extreme hatred.
"Alright!"
Zhou Yan nodded, a sharp glint in his eyes.
He flicked his finger, and a wisp of sharp sword energy shot out, instantly slicing through the void and piercing Yang Xiong's throat.
Blood splattered. Yang Xiong's eyes widened. He clutched his neck and fell into a pool of blood, completely lifeless.
"Yang Xiong... is dead!"
Looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, the carriage fell into silence. Everyone's faces turned pale, filled with terror.
Yang Xiong!
The young master of the Yang family!
Nanyang City's notorious genius, dead just like that?
"Hiss~"
After a long while, a collective gasp of cold air filled the carriage.
Everyone looked at Zhou Yan with eyes full of dread.
Too brutal!
Yang Xiong had extraordinary background, a Divine Lord level powerhouse.
Zhou Yan killing him would surely bring disaster.
At this moment, Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked back to his seat, sitting down leisurely.
"Yang Xiong is dead!"
Everyone swallowed hard, their tongues tied, daring not to speak.
Although Yang Xiong was not the head of the Yang family, he held a pivotal position within it. Now that he was dead, this incident would undoubtedly cause a massive uproar.
Zhou Yan!
You're finished!
Thinking this, a schadenfreude flickered in their eyes.
The news of Yang Xiong's death spread quickly.
Overnight, Nanyang City was in an uproar.
"The Yang family's young master is dead?"
"Who did this? Who dared to kill the young master of the Yang family?"
"It is said to be a young man of not much age, with unfathomable strength, whom even Divine Lord Realm experts could not defeat."
"What!? Even Divine Lord Realm martial artists are no match? How is that possible!"
"It's absolutely true. Not only Divine Lord Realm, but the Yang family's young master, Yang Xiong, even invited a group of martial artists to assist, and they were all annihilated."
"Hiss! What terrifying strength!"
In just half a day, information about Zhou Yan spread throughout Nanyang.
"Zhou Yan!?"
In a secluded courtyard, a man in black robes sat cross-legged. He opened his eyes, muttering to himself with a solemn expression.
"Master, this time you are sending your disciple to Nailing, do you have confidence?"
Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door. A young man in black pushed the door open and entered, bowing and asking.
"Your strength has reached the peak of Divine King Stage Nine, only a step away from the Grandmaster Realm. There's no need to worry," the man in black waved his hand, saying indifferently. "Moreover, I have bestowed upon you the secret technique 'Vajra Demon Subjugation,' which is enough to kill ordinary Grandmasters."
"As for that young man named Zhou Yan, leave him to me."
"Thank you, Master." The young man in black was overjoyed and respectfully retreated.
"Hmph, a mere brat, daring to compete with me for a woman? Truly seeking death!"
After the young man in black left, the man in black revealed a sinister expression and sneered, "Once I kill this brat, I can obtain her pure yin, refine the Immaculate Pill, and break through to the Martial Saint Realm."
...
At the same time.
Nanyang City, outskirts, within the mountains.
A thunderous roar exploded, the sky and earth darkened, as if the end of the world had arrived, and a violent aura swept in all directions.
"Such dense spiritual energy!"