Unfortunately, Liu Yiyi seemed uninterested in him, never giving him a pleasant look.
"Hmph, Zhou Yan, do you really think of yourself as someone important? Don't forget, you are just a good-for-nothing now!" Liu Yiyi snorted coldly, her expression disdainful.
Hearing this, Zhou Yan was instantly enraged. His fists clenched, veins bulging on his forehead, wishing he could tear Liu Yiyi to shreds right then and there.
But soon, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the indignation and humiliation within his heart.
Therefore, he had to endure.
Only by becoming stronger could he obtain everything he desired, including… Liu Yiyi!
"Don't worry, since I've said it, I will definitely keep my promise." Liu Yiyi's lips curved slightly, forming a smile.
The smile was beautiful, as alluring as a blooming rose, making one's heart flutter.
Unfortunately, in Zhou Yan's eyes, it was filled with malice and sarcasm, making him feel nauseous.
"I hope you can keep your word!" Zhou Yan said through gritted teeth, his face grim.
"Heh, a mere small secular family, I can destroy it with a flick of my wrist!"
"That's right, just a family, how can it be compared to me?"
"With just one word, I can easily ruin it!"
Liu Yiyi's lips parted slightly, her voice crisp and melodious, like the call of an oriole, extremely pleasing to the ear.
Yet, every word she uttered was like a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely into Zhou Yan's chest.
"Heh heh, thank you then." Zhou Yan lowered his eyelids and smiled indifferently.
"Oh, and those two little beasts, I've already arranged for someone to deal with them."
"I want them to taste all sorts of pain before being buried alive underground, never to see the sunlight again!"
Liu Yiyi sneered repeatedly, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her beautiful pupils.
"Mm, thank you for your trouble."
Zhou Yan nodded, a sense of relief washing over him.
Thinking of this, he also thought of that high and mighty elder.
His gaze turned sinister, and he murmured in his heart, "That elder shouldn't just stand by and do nothing, right?"
"Rest assured, once you can help me obtain the body of the heavenly maiden, I will personally kill these two scoundrels and leave no loose ends!" Liu Yiyi vowed, as if victory was already within her grasp.
"Heh, well then, let's wait and see!"
Zhou Yan sneered and turned to leave.
After walking a considerable distance, he finally stopped.
Liu Yiyi watched his retreating back, a complex expression in her eyes.
For some reason, looking at the man she once loved the most, Liu Yiyi felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other for a long time.
"Could this just be my imagination?" Liu Yiyi frowned.
She shook her head, not wanting to think further.
After all, there were too many people in the world who looked alike; it was nothing unusual.
"No matter what, after today, I will have everything, and even he will become my possession, making him prostrate at my feet!"
Thinking of this, a smug look appeared on Liu Yiyi's face. She then raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky.
The moonlight was cool like water, illuminating her face, making her as beautiful as an elf.
...
The next day, in the early morning.
The fresh air wafted in, carrying the fragrance of flowers and grass, mixed with the scent of earth and greenery.
Zhou Yan had woken up early to exercise.
As such, he was now wearing a loose training outfit, his muscles firm and brimming with explosive power.
He ran ten laps in the courtyard, drenched in sweat, before stopping to catch his breath and rest for a moment.
Then, he picked up a towel to wipe the fine beads of sweat from his hair.
It was now the early part of the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).
The sun gradually rose, its warm rays scattering down. As the warmth fell upon him, he couldn't help but squint his eyes in comfort.
Just then, a few gentle breezes blew, causing his training clothes to rustle.
"Huh?"
The sudden gust of wind startled him.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look around, noticing three figures slowly approaching.
"Who is it?!" Zhou Yan frowned, on high alert.
"Guess?"
Three figures, clad in black and masked, emerged from somewhere, surrounding Zhou Yan. One of them chuckled sinisterly and asked.
"Heh heh, do you also want a share of the pie?"
Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes, sweeping his gaze over the figures around him, his tone calm.
Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances and revealed playful smiles. "Heh heh, you are indeed smart, you guessed it right away!"
Zhou Yan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh and said, "Do you really think you're made of iron?"
"Heh heh, then try us!"
The man in black sneered, exerting force on his wrist, and violently swung a whip.
"Crack!"
The whip cut through the air, whistling.
Zhou Yan's eyes sharpened. He quickly reached out, grabbed the whip, and pulled with force.
However, the man in black reacted extremely quickly. Another figure suddenly drew a dagger and lunged straight for Zhou Yan's neck.
Seeing this, Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed. He dodged swiftly, simultaneously bringing his left arm across his body.
"Bang!"
A loud noise reverberated. The dagger fiercely struck Zhou Yan's left shoulder, and blood instantly gushed out.
"Hiss..."
Zhou Yan gasped in pain, his face turning pale.
He gritted his teeth, trying to prevent the pain from spreading throughout his body. At the same time, he gripped the dagger with his left hand and yanked it out with all his might, then smashed it towards the attacker's forehead.
The attacker hadn't expected Zhou Yan's reaction to be so swift. In his haste, he could only dodge to the side.
But even so, Zhou Yan seized the opportunity, pushed him away, causing him to crash into a nearby tree trunk and fall heavily to the ground.
Zhou Yan pressed his advantage, leaping forward, and stomping on the attacker's chest. He then unleashed a kick with his right leg.
"Chh!"
The dagger plunged into the attacker's chest, blood splattering and dyeing half of his body, a gruesome sight.
"Ah...!"
The attacker let out a scream, struggling to get up and desperately trying to escape.
"Trying to run? Too late!"
A cruel curve appeared on Zhou Yan's lips. He flipped his hand, pulled out the dagger, and simultaneously kicked out, sending the attacker flying several meters.
"Bang!"
The attacker's body was kicked several meters away, crashing heavily onto the ground, a trickle of crimson blood seeping from his lips, his face deathly pale.
Zhou Yan retrieved the dagger, looked at the attacker, and sneered, "Speak, who exactly are you?"
"Hmph! You'd better ask the King of Hell!" the attacker growled through gritted teeth, his voice filled with rage.
"Oh? Is that so?"
A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes. He clenched his right fist, and a powerful force erupted.
Veins bulged on the surface of his skin, revealing his current ferocious emotions.
Seeing this, the attacker's pupils constricted sharply, a hint of panic flashing within them.
He had thought that their forces had already infiltrated the city, and once Zhou Yan was dealt with, the matter would be completely concluded.