In an instant, his body surged, expanding several times over, his muscles knotting, brimming with explosive power.
"Hmm?"
The man in green blinked in surprise, his expression immediately turning even gloomier. "You've actually cultivated the 'Star Devouring Demonic Art'?"
"Heh, so what if you know?"
Zhou Yan spoke indifferently, his gaze condescending, as if he ruled the world.
At this moment, his killing intent boiled, his eyes radiating a bloodthirsty frenzy, like a peerless demon lord descended.
"The two of you will all die!"
Zhou Yan roared, his voice thunderous, like the crash of lightning.
His bones creaked and popped, his skin turning a dark red, resembling a savage beast. His fists clenched, and as he swung them, a terrifying aura of destruction descended, smashing towards Liu Yan'er and the man in green.
"What? He broke through?"
Liu Yan'er's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Zhou Yan, as if she had seen a ghost.
Zhou Yan was now at the peak of the eighth stage of Body Tempering, only half a step away from the ninth stage.
"Hmph, so what if he broke through?"
"He's no match for me!"
The man in green remained calm, sneering.
Then, he raised his hand and struck, his palm wind fierce, carrying immense force as it slammed towards Zhou Yan.
Bang!
In a flash, the two clashed, a dull thud erupting.
The next moment, Zhou Yan was sent flying backward, spitting a stream of blood.
"Haha, is that all the skill you have? You've truly disappointed me!"
The man in green laughed, his face full of mockery.
"It won't be that easy to kill me."
Zhou Yan took a deep breath, calming the restless blood and qi within him.
He understood that he had indeed underestimated his opponent.
"Kill!"
The man in green charged forward again, a sharp blade in his hand, its aura whistling.
Swish, swish, swish...
In an instant, dozens of blade lights enveloped Zhou Yan's entire body, sealing off all space for evasion.
"Star Devouring Demonic Art—First Rotation!"
Zhou Yan's eyes turned icy as he activated the technique.
Buzz!
Instantly, a vortex as black as ink appeared, hovering beside Zhou Yan.
"Devour!"
Zhou Yan took a step forward and inhaled sharply. A powerful suction force originated from within him, vast and deep like an abyss, engulfing the man in green.
"This is..."
The man in green froze. He sensed danger and quickly retreated.
"Star Devouring Demonic Art—Second Rotation!"
A sharp glint flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes as he roared.
Buzz!
The black vortex suddenly expanded, turning into a millstone and sweeping in all directions, instantly engulfing the man in green.
Boom!
The next moment, a figure was sent flying out of the vortex, crashing to the ground and spitting out a large mouthful of dark blood.
"What's happening?"
The man in green looked bewildered.
His eyes were hazy, as if he had lost his soul, and he muttered dazedly, "What on earth is going on?"
Just now, he had suddenly felt an immense pressure, his soul trembling, as if it were about to be crushed.
"This technique of yours is not bad!"
Zhou Yan licked his lips, a look of excitement on his face.
Although the Star Devouring Demonic Art only had a few basic moves left, and its power was far from its former glory, it was more than enough in this small Scarlet Flame County.
"You, all of you, will die!"
A scarlet killing intent flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes. His figure flickered, and he pounced towards the man in green.
"Not good!"
The man in green's expression changed drastically. He felt a fatal crisis and quickly circulated his true qi, attempting to escape.
"Star Devouring Demonic Art—Third Rotation!"
Zhou Yan roared, his true essence surging within him, like mountains and rivers flowing, powerful and boundless.
Pfft!
Before the man in green could escape far, his chest was pierced, leaving a bloody hole from which bright red blood trickled. His face turned as pale as paper.
"You... Who exactly are you?"
The man in green gritted his teeth, raising his head with difficulty. He stared at Zhou Yan, his eyes filled with terror.
He had never expected this young man to be so brutal, attacking ruthlessly without a word.
"Die!"
Zhou Yan's expression was cold, his eyes chilling, his killing intent soaring.
Rumble!
As he spoke, he unleashed the Star Devouring Demonic Art again. The spiritual energy from the surrounding world surged towards him, drawn into his body.
Instantly, his body trembled. His skin, muscles, internal organs, and even his mind's eye bloomed with brilliant light, like glazed pottery.
"Die for me!"
Zhou Yan extended a finger, like a venomous dragon's claw, moving with extreme speed.
With a crisp crack,
His finger qi pierced through the man in green's forehead, killing him instantly and leaving him dead on the spot.
This man in green was very strong, even considered a top-tier Innate Martial Master. Even in his prime, Zhou Yan would have struggled to defeat him.
But now, Zhou Yan had broken through to the eighth stage of Body Tempering, his strength skyrocketing, and he could easily defeat the opponent with a single move.
"Hiss!"
Seeing the man in green fall, Liu Yan'er's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
She never expected Zhou Yan to be so fierce, killing two high-level Body Tempering experts with consecutive moves.
"Cousin Zhou Yan, how are you?"
A moment later, Liu Yan'er recovered and quickly walked over, asking with concern.
Her mind was simple, and she did not notice Zhou Yan's unusual state.
"I'm fine."
Zhou Yan waved his hand, his expression still cold.
His gaze swept over the corpses, and he felt a hint of regret. "What a pity, this guy's storage ring is still here!"
These geniuses usually wore storage rings to prevent them from losing their lives in dangerous situations.
After all, any sect or force needed resources.
And a genius would often be heavily nurtured by their sect or family, possessing an extraordinary status and abundant wealth.
"Eh?"
Suddenly, Zhou Yan's eyes flashed as he noticed a silver needle on the ground.
This silver needle was pure white, emitting a faint silver glow. Vaguely, it seemed to contain a peculiar rule, making it entirely different from an ordinary silver needle.
Whoosh!
Zhou Yan reached out and grasped the silver needle.
Buzz!
In an instant, the silver needle trembled slightly, emitting a faint sword hum.
Hiss!
The next moment, the silver needle left Zhou Yan's hand and vanished, leaving behind only a clear voice: "Thank you for saving me, my name is Xiao Yunrou, remember my name."
Then, the voice abruptly stopped.
"So that's how it is!"
Zhou Yan's eyebrows shot up, a look of realization on his face.
This silver needle actually had a spirit, a remnant left by a Sword Immortal!
Swish!
He flipped his hand and put away the silver needle, just as he was about to leave, he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"Wait."
Liu Yan'er walked over, her expression extremely complicated.
"Why are you still alive?"
Zhou Yan frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.
"Hmph! If you can be alive, why can't I?"
Liu Yan'er pouted, looking rather arrogant. "Let me tell you, your cousin has deep fortune, not something you can compare to!"
"Oh."
Zhou Yan couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her and continued walking towards the city gates.
"Hey, stop!"