But now was not the time to dwell on these matters.
Because Beiming Mountain’s attacks were becoming increasingly terrifying, almost locking onto Zhou Yan, making evasion impossible. He could only face the onslaught head-on; there was no other choice.
“Kill!”
Zhou Yan roared, his muscles bulging, veins like coiled dragons appearing on his skin, his physique growing larger than before.
Simultaneously, his blood boiled, his aura soaring to its peak.
*Bang bang bang!*
Zhou Yan stomped his feet, the entire valley shaking. If not for the solid rock beneath, it would have collapsed long ago.
Wielding his iron sword, he unleashed the Nine Styles of Soaring Clouds.
*Swish swish swish…*
A sword thrust out, its qi like a rainbow, sharp and peerless, cleaving through the void.
This sword art was what Zhou Yan excelled at most. Every move was exquisite and possessed unparalleled power.
*Clang…*
A crisp sound echoed. Beiming Mountain effortlessly shattered the sword qi, unharmed, and struck down with a palm.
*Pfft!*
Zhou Yan’s chest exploded, blood splattering. Heavily injured, he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Like an ant!”
Beiming Mountain shook his head, his gaze cold, speaking indifferently.
“Zhou Yan!”
“Xiao Yan!”
Seeing Zhou Yan lying in a pool of blood, Nangong Yanran and Li Yun cried out in alarm, tears streaming down their faces.
“Hmph, a mere good-for-nothing dared to defy me. He deserves to die!”
Beiming Mountain walked up to Zhou Yan, kicked him over, and grabbed his neck. His fingers tightened, ready to snap Zhou Yan’s neck.
*Crack!*
Suddenly, a strange sound echoed, causing Beiming Mountain’s expression to change slightly.
“Eh? This kid’s bones are surprisingly tough!”
Beiming Mountain was somewhat surprised. His previous claw strike had immense power, yet Zhou Yan’s bones had resisted, not shattering on the spot.
However, Zhou Yan still showed no reaction.
“Heh heh, since your bones are so hard, I’ll just break them and see how you can still be so arrogant!”
Beiming Mountain sneered and clenched his fist, smashing it into Zhou Yan’s chest.
*Boom!*
Instantly, Zhou Yan’s chest caved in, his ribs breaking into several pieces. Blood flowed profusely, a horrifying sight. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood mixed with organ fragments. His face contorted in extreme pain.
“Pathetic!”
Beiming Mountain mocked, then swung his arm again, aiming for Zhou Yan.
This time, he intended to utterly destroy Zhou Yan in one go, lest any unforeseen complications arise.
“No, I must find a way to evade!”
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and struggled, a flicker of malice in the depths of his eyes.
He had resigned himself to fate, only hoping to buy time until he cultivated successfully, could exact revenge, and personally kill this venomous slut.
“Get lost!”
At this critical moment, Zhou Yan roared. A surging, malevolent aura erupted from him. He circulated the [Soul Devouring Demonic Art], and a mass of black mist poured out from his body.
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh!*
Instantly, spiritual energy from all directions surged, converging above Zhou Yan’s head and forming a vortex.
This scene stunned Beiming Mountain.
“This youth can actually absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth!”
Beiming Mountain was astonished. Such a phenomenon was unheard of.
“This youth has a secret. I must capture him!”
Beiming Mountain’s gaze deepened. He moved like lightning, fast as a galloping horse, and struck towards Zhou Yan’s head with his palm.
“Hahaha! It’s finally my turn to show off.”
Suddenly, a burst of excited laughter emanated from the small cauldron.
*Bang!*
The next second, the small cauldron transformed into a stream of light and landed on Zhou Yan’s shoulder, emitting a sacred purple glow.
“Hmm?”
Beiming Mountain looked bewildered, his gaze fixed on the small cauldron.
*Boom!*
Suddenly, the purple light intensified. The small cauldron morphed into a jade gourd, suspended in mid-air. It absorbed the light of the sun, moon, and stars, emanating a vast and majestic aura.
*Clang!*
The small cauldron vibrated, emitting a sound like a great bell, resonating through the eight directions. It was like divine weapons clashing, or ancient fierce beasts roaring.
In an instant, a destructive wave surged out like a storm, irresistible, and instantly sent Beiming Mountain flying, crashing into a large rock, sending dust flying.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m actually injured!”
Beiming Mountain climbed up, his face filled with horror, looking as if he had seen a ghost. He, a formidable high-level Xiantian realm martial artist, had been injured by a small cauldron?
This was utterly inconceivable.
He looked down at the jade gourd, his eyes filled with confusion.
“Could this small cauldron possess a special power?!”
Beiming Mountain’s eyes flickered as he speculated, “Perhaps this small cauldron has an extraordinary origin and can counter our Beiming Sect’s bloodline techniques!”
“Heh heh! Regardless of the reason, you cannot escape being suppressed today!”
Beiming Mountain’s gaze turned icy. He lunged forward, unleashing a punch with the force of a thunderbolt.
*Rumble rumble!*
His punch stirred up a gale, like a tiger’s roar or a dragon’s cry. The air vibrated violently, forming ripples.
In an instant, Zhou Yan’s body trembled violently, feeling an overwhelming force surge towards him. He was utterly unable to resist, his body flying sideways, blood gushing from his mouth.
In just a few exchanges, Zhou Yan was heavily injured.
“Beiming Mountain, you are truly despicable, ambushing me!”
Zhou Yan cursed, filled with indignation.
He had clearly had the upper hand, yet Beiming Mountain had seized the opportunity to ambush him. It was utterly shameless.
“Despicable? You, a good-for-nothing, are qualified to speak of baseness?”
Beiming Mountain sneered, his expression grim, his killing intent sharp. He moved, his figure flashing, and instantly appeared before Zhou Yan, throwing another punch.
“I’ll fight you to the death!”
Zhou Yan’s eyes bulged, rage burning within him. He roared madly, his eyes reddening, and met the punch with his own.
*Bang!*
The two fists collided, emitting a dull thud. A colossal force descended, causing Zhou Yan’s right arm to throb with intense pain, as if it had been torn off. His entire arm hung limply.
“Ah~”
Zhou Yan cried out in pain, sweat beading on his forehead. His body swayed precariously.
“Haha, trash!”
Beiming Mountain laughed heartily, his eyes filled with mockery. He approached step by step, sneering, “Don’t worry. After you die, I will treat your sister well and make her experience all the humiliations in the world!”
*Boom!*
As his words fell, he took a mighty step and swept out his right leg, carrying terrifying force, sweeping towards Zhou Yan.
“Beiming Mountain, you’re courting death!”
Hearing the insulting words, Zhou Yan became enraged. He roared, his aura erupting from his body. He surprisingly broke free from his restraint and stood up.
“Eh? This kid has a terrifying power hidden within him, but it seems to be sealed by something!” Beiming Mountain frowned deeply.
He could sense that Zhou Yan’s blood and qi were very strong, even surpassing ordinary people by several times. However, he couldn’t utilize it, as if it were in a deep slumber.
This situation was extremely strange.
“Kill!”