Zhou Yan took a step forward, moving with incredible speed. In an instant, he appeared beside Chen Xuanfeng and delivered a fierce punch.
Bang!
A muffled thud echoed, and Chen Xuanfeng was sent flying backward.
Pfft!
Chen Xuanfeng landed on the ground, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. His face was pale, and he was on the verge of death.
"You... how can you be so strong..."
Chen Xuanfeng spoke with difficulty, his spirit weakened, his eyes filled with terror and despair.
"Hmph, trash!"
Zhou Yan sneered, his expression dismissive.
His physical body was formidable, further enhanced by his cultivation of the "Overlord Body Refinement Art." His strength was unparalleled. How could mere throwing knives injure him?
"Chen Xuanfeng, you have tried to ambush me time and again. Today, I will send you on your way."
Zhou Yan's gaze turned cold. He stomped on the ground, his body lunging forward, and he threw a punch.
"No..."
Chen Xuanfeng screamed in agony, his eyes filled with panic as he retreated frantically.
However, he could not escape. Zhou Yan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air, leaving him utterly defenseless.
"Zhou Yan, spare my life!"
Chen Xuanfeng's face was deathly pale as he pleaded:
"I am willing to surrender. From this day forward, I will gladly submit to you!"
"Submit to me?"
A cold smile flickered across Zhou Yan's lips. He shook his head dismissively:
"No need!"
"Because today is your death anniversary!"
With that, he clenched his five fingers tightly. With a crack, he crushed Chen Xuanfeng's head.
Thump!
A headless corpse fell to the ground, its hot blood spilling everywhere.
The onlookers surrounding them all changed their expressions.
"Chen Xuanfeng is actually dead..."
"Who would have thought? What a shame, such a prodigious talent!"
"Alas, the gap in strength was too great. His fall was inevitable!"
Sighs and lamentations filled the air.
Originally, Chen Xuanfeng was a top disciple within the Heavenly Martial Academy, possessing extraordinary talent.
He even had a chance to become a core disciple.
But instead, he provoked Zhou Yan.
Wasn't that like an old man eating poison?
"Alas, poor Senior Brother Chen. To have met such a fate, his life is ruined!"
Some cried out in grief, beating their chests and stomping their feet.
Although Chen Xuanfeng had a peculiar personality and liked to bully others, he was not inherently malicious.
Moreover, he conducted himself with integrity, and many admired his character.
But now, he was dead, and in such a pathetic manner.
"Excuse me, Senior Brother, do you know Zhou Yan's whereabouts?"
Suddenly, a pleasant voice rang out from within the crowd.
Following the sound, they saw a woman in green standing gracefully.
Her skin was as white as snow, as if sculpted from fine jade, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.
However, a melancholic aura emanated from her brows, making people inexplicably drawn to her.
"That's Liu Yiyi from Cloud Mist Pavilion!"
The crowd turned their heads, their eyes shining with admiration.
"Junior Sister Liu, you're looking for news about Zhou Yan?"
The man in green spoke with a bitter expression, "Zhou Yan killed Senior Brother Chen. It's likely he's met a grim end!"
"That's right!"
Liu Yiyi nodded. "I just heard Senior Brother Chen mention Zhou Yan's name. I suspect Zhou Yan has also met his doom, just like Senior Brother Chen!"
"What? Zhou Yan is also dead!"
"Unbelievable!"
As Liu Yiyi spoke, the surrounding crowd erupted in exclamations, their gazes fixed on her.
Liu Yiyi, the Saintess of Cloud Mist Pavilion.
Her status was incredibly noble; she was the heir to the Pavilion Master of Cloud Mist Pavilion.
Within the entire Nanyang Commandery City, there was no one among the younger generation who dared to provoke her.
"Senior Sister Liu, how did you know about this?"
Suddenly, someone asked.
"I heard it from Senior Brother Chen's attendant. This matter has caused such a stir; it has likely spread throughout the entire city!"
Liu Yiyi frowned slightly and spoke slowly.
"So that's how it is. No wonder..."
Hearing Liu Yiyi's words, the crowd suddenly understood.
Then, their gazes shifted, and they all stared at Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan killing Chen Xuanfeng would undoubtedly cause an uproar.
At that time, no peak would let Zhou Yan off the hook.
With this thought, expressions of mockery, anticipation, and schadenfreude appeared on their faces.
"Heh heh, Zhou Yan, you've fallen on hard times. This is karma!"
"Zhou Yan, the devil, will ultimately die!"
"Just you wait, it won't be long before the sect sends people to arrest Zhou Yan!"
"Zhou Yan, your arrogance won't last much longer!"
Among the crowd, there were those who reveled in his misfortune, their gazes towards Zhou Yan filled with intense hostility.
After all, outside the Ancient Desolate Secret Realm, they had suffered at Zhou Yan's hands and harbored deep resentment.
"Zhou Yan, you will pay with your life!"
Just then, an angry roar erupted.
It was Liu Feng.
Covered in blood, his hair disheveled, wielding a battle sword, he charged madly.
Whoosh!
Sword energy pierced the air, tearing through the void, and struck directly in front of Zhou Yan.
Clang!
Zhou Yan raised his hand to block, repelling Liu Feng.
Pfft!
However, Liu Feng seized the opportunity and attacked again.
His sword energy was sharp and swift, aiming directly for Zhou Yan's heart.
This strike was as fast as lightning, incredibly swift.
Yet, at that moment, Zhou Yan grinned and suddenly extended his right hand, slamming it onto the sword's edge.
Boom!
An immense force surged, turning Liu Feng's face ashen and sending him flying backward in a disheveled state.
"What? Liu Feng actually lost?"
Seeing this, the crowd froze, finding it hard to believe.
Zhou Yan clearly had the advantage, but why did Liu Feng end up losing?
"Zhou Yan, you're despicable..."
Liu Feng got to his feet, his face contorted in rage, gritting his teeth.
"Hmph, the winner is king, the loser is a bandit!"
Zhou Yan ignored Liu Feng's anger and strode forward, his gaze icy.
"I surrender, you must not make another move!"
Liu Feng's face sank, and he immediately spoke.
Although he hated Zhou Yan deeply, he feared death even more!
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Zhou Yan stopped in his tracks, looking at Liu Feng with surprise, seemingly taken aback.
"I surrender, don't make another move!"
Liu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to Zhou Yan.
But in the next moment, his expression drastically changed.
"Since you surrender, I'll have to kill you and find a scapegoat!"
Zhou Yan smiled indifferently, sweeping his staff.
"No!"
Liu Feng was terrified, resisting with all his might.
Clang!
However, the power contained within the staff was too immense. With a single strike, Liu Feng was sent flying.
Pfft!
Liu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face extremely pale.
"You little brat, I'll fight you to the death!"
He struggled to his feet, roaring as he charged at Zhou Yan.
"Overestimating yourself!"
Zhou Yan shook his head, his eyes unfathomably deep, and flicked his wrist.
Bang!
The staff descended, striking Liu Feng heavily on the back, shattering his bones and leaving him wailing on the ground.
"I... I lost!"
Liu Feng swallowed with difficulty, his expression incredibly pale.
Beside him, the other disciples from Cloud Mist Pavilion were also terrified, trembling.
"Hmph!"
Zhou Yan snorted coldly, put away his staff, and prepared to leave.
However, at that moment, a thunderous commotion suddenly came from afar.
Immediately after, a familiar figure appeared in everyone's sight.
"It's... it's Zhou Yan!"