Zhou Yan unleashed both fists, booming like a dragon emerging from the abyss, imbued with immense power, and fiercely struck Bei Ming Shan.
*Dong!*
With a thunderous impact, Bei Ming Shan staggered back three zhang. His face turned pale, a sweetness rose in his throat, and he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"How can this be? His strength has improved so rapidly!"
Having landed a blow, Zhou Yan's confidence surged, his fighting spirit reaching its zenith. He took a step forward, his offensive relentless and peerless.
"Hmph, mere parlor tricks!"
Bei Ming Shan let out a cold laugh, unfazed. He threw a punch, his fist shadows filling the sky, shattering the void.
*Boom!*
The two collided with a deafening roar. Zhou Yan was once again sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground. His face was pale, his body bleeding, his clothes torn.
*Pfft!*
Zhou Yan coughed, blood seeping from the corner of his lips. He managed to lift his head, staring at Bei Ming Shan with an intensely cold gaze.
"Little fellow, what other moves do you have? Unleash them all. Otherwise, you won't have the slightest chance of survival!" Bei Ming Shan said indifferently.
*Swish!*
Zhou Yan remained silent, instead drawing his bronze sword. Sword light erupted, and sharp sword energy permeated the air, suffocatingly potent.
He knew his condition was dire, but he felt no fear; rather, his fighting spirit burned even brighter.
"Kid, you dare draw your sword? You truly court death. A mere rusty iron sword dares to challenge me?"
Seeing this, Bei Ming Shan's pupils contracted. He sneered, then a flicker of greed appeared in his eyes. He shouted, "Junior, your iron sword belongs to me now!"
As his voice fell, Bei Ming Shan moved like lightning. He touched down with his toes and, like a leopard hunting prey, was incredibly swift. In the blink of an eye, he was beside Zhou Yan, his hand reaching out to seize him.
Simultaneously, the bronze sword let out a hum, and a fierce sword intent burst forth, slicing through the air and slashing towards Bei Ming Shan's grasping hand.
The clang of metal echoed, sparks flying. Bei Ming Shan's hand, meeting the treasure sword head-on, was unharmed and continued its advance.
Bei Ming Shan spread his five fingers, gripping the blade of the bronze sword. With a slight exertion of force, the bronze sword snapped in two, falling to the ground in pieces.
"Trash!"
Bei Ming Shan cast a dismissive glance at the broken bronze sword on the ground, utterly contemptuous.
"This..."
Zhou Yan stared blankly at the scene, his mind reeling in disbelief.
This bronze sword was left to him by his father, Zhou Yun Yang, for protection. Its grade was no less than a low-grade Xuan-tier spiritual artifact, incredibly sturdy. How could it have broken so easily?
"Bei Ming Shan, you've gone too far!"
Zhou Yan was enraged. He roared to the sky, his muscles expanding as if made of steel and iron. His blood surged like a raging inferno, hot and burning.
At this moment, the power latent within his physique was fully unleashed, like a volcanic eruption, causing hearts to palpitate.
"Hmph? This kid still has trump cards hidden on him!"
The smile on Bei Ming Shan's face vanished, replaced by a grim expression.
He felt a dangerous aura subtly spreading from Zhou Yan.
"Since you want to play, I'll indulge you. I'll show you who the real ant is!"
Suddenly, a mocking smile appeared on Bei Ming Shan's lips. He struck out with his palm, a vast, tide-like surge of True Essence sweeping forward, like a river bursting its banks, tumultuous and powerful.
"Starry Sky Art, Heaven Burning Annihilation!"
Zhou Yan roared. Within his Dantian's Qi Sea, True Qi burned like flames, transforming into a radiant ball of light that merged into Zhou Yan's fist.
*Bang!*
The two immense forces collided, like two meteorites smashing together, producing a deafening explosion.
*Crack! Crack! Crack!*
Zhou Yan's fist cracked, blood flowing. His body flew backward, smashing into a distant rock face and causing it to collapse.
His chest was caved in, and he coughed up a large amount of bloody phlegm, appearing battered and miserable.
"Hmph! With your strength, you ants, you dare dream of reversing your fate? Utterly foolish!"
Bei Ming Shan snorted coldly. He leaped up and charged at Zhou Yan again, ferocious and relentless, as if he would not stop until his goal was achieved.
"Damn it!"
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
He hadn't expected Bei Ming Shan to be so formidable. In their previous exchanges, he had suffered greatly, his body feeling numb and in excruciating pain.
Moreover, his injuries were severe, and he couldn't last much longer. This had to be a swift battle.
"Brother Zhou Yan, be careful!"
From the side, Zhou Xin'er's delicate face turned ashen, her beautiful eyes welling with tears. She gazed at Zhou Yan with worry.
*Swish swish swish...*
Zhou Yan swung his bronze sword, unleashing dense sword energies that whistled and crisscrossed. Each strike contained terrifying power, enough to destroy a house.
"Hmph, how can a firefly's light contend with the radiance of the moon!"
Seeing this, Bei Ming Shan sneered. His form was ethereal as he dodged all the sword qi and grabbed Zhou Yan's sword-wielding wrist, shaking it fiercely.
*Bang!*
Zhou Yan was flung out like a cannonball, smashing into a wall and piercing through it, sustaining grievous injuries.
"Heh heh, you truly are as fragile as a blow!" Bei Ming Shan walked to Zhou Yan's side, speaking mockingly.
"Your Bei Ming royal family is truly despicable," Zhou Yan spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, speaking with difficulty.
"Heh heh, despicable?"
Bei Ming Shan let out a sinister laugh and said, "The victor is king, the loser is bandit. This has always been the unchanging rule. How can it be called despicable?"
Hearing this, Zhou Yan's expression became dejected. He understood that his fate today was sealed.
"Kid, don't think you've lost just yet. After I capture you, I'll strip you of your cultivation resources, rendering you a cripple, doomed to live in regret for eternity." Bei Ming Shan grinned sinisterly and extended his palm, pressing it onto Zhou Yan's shoulder.
*Tear~*
A sharp stinging pain surged. Bei Ming Shan's eyelids twitched. He then noticed that the clothing on Zhou Yan's shoulder had been torn open, revealing fair skin.
There, a lifelike black dragon pattern was tattooed, exuding an evil aura.
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Bei Ming Shan's eyes widened, his heart pounding violently, and he couldn't help but swallow. He never imagined that Zhou Yan possessed the rare Dragon Vein Physique!
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Bei Ming Shan's gaze flickered, and he rejoiced inwardly.
He had initially thought he would need some effort to capture Zhou Yan, but now he didn't need to. Zhou Yan was already half-dead, at his mercy.
With this thought, Bei Ming Shan's lips curved upwards, his expression darkening with a hint of madness.
"Stinking brat, your physique is truly covetable. Unfortunately, you're about to die." Bei Ming Shan grinned.
"What do you want to do to me?" Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly.
"Hahaha!"
Bei Ming Shan laughed wantonly, his eyes filled with greed, his face flushed with excitement.
"Stinking brat, don't be afraid. Once I refine the Dragon Vein power within you, I will immediately break through to the Innate realm and enter the Grandmaster realm."