"Oh? So this guy is Bei Minghan's junior brother. No wonder his temper is so arrogant," Zhou Yan realized, having heard a bit about it.
Legend had it that when Bei Minghan was eight, he mistakenly wandered deep into the Savage Ancient Forest and, by chance, encountered a fortuitous opportunity. His cultivation skyrocketed, and by twelve, he had reached the ninth level of Body Tempering, becoming the most dazzling pearl of the Bei Ming Mountain Prefecture.
However, the stronger Bei Minghan's talent, the greater his ability to cause trouble. For a time, the Bei Ming Mountain Prefecture was in turmoil, having incurred the wrath of countless enemies.
"Bei Minghan? Wasn't he expelled from the prefecture? How did he get back?" Zhou Yan's brows furrowed.
This Bei Minghan had been traveling outside for many years, his cultivation progressing at lightning speed, but he was bloodthirsty and acted outrageously and tyrannically. He had massacred hundreds of people in Nanyang Commandery, committing monstrous sins.
Yet, it was precisely because of this that Bei Minghan was expelled from the Bei Ming Mountain Prefecture.
It was unexpected that this Bei Minghan, instead of obediently staying in the Bei Ming Mountain Prefecture to recuperate, had actually come out. He truly had no fear of death!
Zhou Yan shook his head, sneering inwardly.
"Since your master refuses to see me, I will kill all of you and pay him a personal visit!"
As his voice fell, Zhou Yan's figure flickered, and he lunged towards the guards.
Bang bang bang...
His speed was like thunder, his punches fierce. Each punch sent a guard flying, their life force extinguished, dying on the spot.
"Bastards, how dare you be so audacious!"
"Today, I shall certainly take your head!"
Zhao Haifeng and the other seven guards were all furious and lunged towards Zhou Yan.
"Hmph!"
Zhou Yan snorted coldly and unleashed a punch. The fist energy was vast and destructive, sweeping away the seven guards. Their bones cracked, and they spat blood.
These seven individuals, even the weakest among them were late-stage Divine King realm martial artists. Unfortunately, in front of Zhou Yan, they were no match, easily suppressed and killed.
"Hmm? That's not right, your cultivation..."
Suddenly, Zhao Haifeng's eyes widened, and he stared at Zhou Yan in horror, his heart churning with waves of shock.
At this moment, the cultivation aura Zhou Yan displayed had reached the peak of the Post-Natal realm, identical to his own.
"Impossible, how could your cultivation improve so rapidly?" Zhao Haifeng stared at Zhou Yan, disbelief and shock etched on his face.
He had cultivated diligently for over a decade, his cultivation stuck at the peak of the Post-Natal realm, unable to break through. Yet, Zhou Yan, only sixteen years old, was actually stronger than him?
"Heh heh!"
Zhou Yan smiled faintly and said, "Bei Minghan, I'll give you three seconds to get out here and die! Otherwise, don't blame me for exterminating your entire clan!"
"You... How do you know our master's name?" Zhao Haifeng's pupils contracted in shock.
"Hmph, does the mere prefect of the Bei Ming Mountain Prefecture deserve for this venerable one to remember his name?"
Zhou Yan's gaze turned cold. He took a step forward, transforming into a streak of light, and instantly plunged into the crowd, unleashing a brutal slaughter.
"Puchi!"
"Puchi!"
His fists were as swift as lightning. Each swing saw someone fall. In a short time, apart from Zhao Haifeng, all the remaining guards met their end under Zhou Yan's iron fists.
Zhou Yan struck out with a palm. Zhao Haifeng's body exploded, dead beyond death.
"Hiss!"
Everyone gasped, their faces pale.
Single-handedly, he had slain the guard captain Zhao Haifeng and killed them all in the blink of an eye. Such strength was simply beyond their imagination.
"What terrifying strength! Could he be the recently renowned Zhou Yan?"
"Zhou Yan? The madman who dared to refuse the marriage proposal to the Saintess?"
"I heard he has already advanced to the Innate Martial Master realm? This is a big trouble now."
....
The crowd whispered, their eyes flickering with fear.
Although Zhou Yan's strength was immense, he was still just one person. The Bei Ming Mountain Prefecture had hundreds of guards. If they all attacked at once, even a Post-Natal Martial Master would perish.
"Zhou Yan, you are so audacious, daring to trespass into the Bei Ming Mountain Prefecture!"
"Kill him, avenge the guard corps!"
Shouts erupted, and countless guards swarmed from all directions, their sabers, spears, swords, and halberds raining down like a deluge.
"Seeking death!"
Zhou Yan's expression was icy, utterly fearless. Facing the onslaught of attacks, he executed the 'Mysterious Tier Middle Grade' technique, the [Dragon Taming Art]. His body moved like a blur, evading the dense assault. Then, he formed hand seals, circulated his true essence, and pushed it towards the distance.
"Roar!"
Instantly, a golden Flood Dragon roared forth, ferociously powerful. It stirred up a terrifying hurricane, churning the air within several yards into chaos.
Bang bang bang......
In an instant, dozens of guards wailed, swept away by the violent hurricane, their bodies exploding into masses of minced meat, leaving no trace of their remains.
"Ah!"
Seeing this, the other guards were petrified with fear and fled frantically. Some cowardly guards even knelt on the ground, trembling and begging for mercy.
However, this did not change their tragic fate.
Zhou Yan's hands moved swiftly. He employed the [Wind Control Technique], his entire being like a phantom, darting through the crowd. Within a few breaths, dozens more guards had fallen.
"What... what kind of secret technique is this? It's so bizarre and unpredictable." Zhao Haifeng was greatly alarmed, a chill crawling up his spine.
Zhou Yan was too strong, completely overpowering him, instilling a sense of despair.
"Now, it's your turn!"
A sinister smile played on Zhou Yan's lips. He then unleashed a punch. The void trembled, the air roared, and sharp, peerless energy blades surged forth like a colossal hammer striking down.
At this moment, Zhao Haifeng's face contorted with despair. He resisted with all his might, but his defense was as fragile as paper and was pierced through in an instant.
"Bang!"
A tremendous force struck him. Zhao Haifeng's chest caved in, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground, a trickle of crimson blood seeping from his mouth.
"Cough cough....."
Zhao Haifeng struggled to get up, coughing up blood, his clothes tattered and his appearance disheveled. Where was the dignity he once held?
Zhou Yan walked over, looked down at Zhao Haifeng indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "Where is Bei Minghan?"
"He....." Zhao Haifeng looked up, his expression complex as he gazed at Zhou Yan, hesitating to speak.
After a long deliberation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Kill me then!"
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's face darkened immensely.
He hadn't expected this old scoundrel Zhao Haifeng to be so unyielding.
"You won't talk?" Zhou Yan sneered, then stomped down with his foot. A crunching sound echoed as Zhao Haifeng's bones shattered inch by inch, and he died on the spot.
The dignified expert of the Post-Natal realm was as weak as an ant before Zhou Yan, utterly defenseless.
"It seems that over the years, you have been cultivating your influence in secret. You have indeed gathered many experts."
Zhou Yan glanced at Zhao Haifeng's corpse, a cold, cruel curve forming on his lips.