Zhou Yan stepped out, his expression indifferent, looking down at Chen Xuanfeng with a mocking curve of his lips.
He had not used his full strength from beginning to end.
Otherwise, let alone a single demonic beast, even ten or a hundred would likely not withstand a single punch from him.
"Little brat, you'll die a horrible death..."
Chen Xuanfeng roared repeatedly, his eyes bloodshot, wishing he could devour Zhou Yan's flesh and blood.
Zhou Yan glanced at him coldly and said indifferently.
"Chen Xuanfeng, you have already lost!"
"From now on, I don't want to see you again. Get lost immediately!"
Zhou Yan's words were bone-chillingly cold.
"Little brat, my Chen family will not let you go!"
Chen Xuanfeng's face was extremely grim. He uttered a threatening remark and staggered to his feet, leaving the training ground.
"Alas..."
Seeing this scene, many members of the Zhou family sighed.
The Zhou family's business was vast, and its descendants were numerous, but they were still divided into different ranks.
Chen Xuanfeng was a young master of the direct lineage, with noble status.
In contrast, Zhou Yan had no background and was considered a good-for-nothing.
There was naturally a world of difference between the two.
More importantly, Chen Xuanfeng was a vengeful person.
Since he considered Zhou Yan to be a good-for-nothing, he would surely find ways to retaliate against Zhou Yan.
"Xiao Yan, why did you drive him away? What if..."
Steward Chen's brows furrowed with worry.
Chen Xuanfeng was powerful and not easy to deal with. If he insisted on retaliating, no one could stop him.
After all, this was the Zhou Mansion.
If trouble were to erupt here, Zhou Yan would surely not benefit.
"Heh, I'd like to see what he's capable of to retaliate!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan let out a cold laugh.
If Chen Xuanfeng dared to cause him trouble, he would not be polite.
"Zhou Yan, I will personally cut off your dog's head!"
Chen Xuanfeng's gaze was extremely sinister, filled with a strong killing intent.
*Swish!*
Suddenly, his figure vanished abruptly, disappearing as if into thin air.
What... what was happening?
Seeing this, everyone froze in place, utterly bewildered.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yan also felt something strange, and his brow furrowed.
Just now, he clearly saw Chen Xuanfeng standing still, but in the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace.
This made him extremely puzzled.
"Could it be an illusion?"
Zhou Yan pondered for a moment, then a sharp glint appeared in his eyes, and he coldly shouted.
"Break!"
As the words fell, Zhou Yan's entire body erupted with golden radiance, like a rising sun, dazzling and brilliant.
*Roar!*
Golden light filled the sky, and golden flood dragons swam around Zhou Yan, emitting a powerful and vast dragon's might.
*Rumble!*
In an instant, the entire training ground trembled, the floor cracked, and dust flew everywhere.
*Kaka Kaka!*
Cracks spread rapidly like a spider's web.
*Boom!*
Finally, a loud noise echoed throughout the training ground. The ground collapsed, turning into a mess.
*Crash!*
And at this very moment, the void rippled, and a man in a black robe slowly materialized.
This man in black was about twenty years old, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a tall, well-built physique.
His skin was fair and smooth, with a faint translucence.
Between his eyebrows was a cinnabar mark, which looked rather peculiar.
"Chen Xuanfeng, you can't escape now!"
Zhou Yan grinned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He had sensed Chen Xuanfeng's presence with his spiritual sense earlier, which was why he had acted in time.
"Zhou Yan, you..."
Chen Xuanfeng's pupils constricted, his expression filled with shock.
The methods Zhou Yan had just displayed made him tremble with fear.
*Pfft!*
At this moment, a flying knife shot out, directly at his chest.
"Zhou Yan, I'll fight you to the death!"
Chen Xuanfeng roared. His face instantly became more ferocious, and a monstrous aura erupted from his body.
He raised his hand, and the flying knife whistled, slicing through the air with unparalleled sharpness.
*Clang!*
However, before the flying knife could reach Zhou Yan, it was shattered by a ball of golden light.
"How is this possible?"
Seeing this, Chen Xuanfeng was utterly stunned, his face filled with disbelief, completely frozen in place.
He held the flying knife and knew its grade all too well.
This flying knife was something he had spent a great deal of money to acquire.
It was said to be able to cut through iron like mud and was incomparably sharp.
Yet, under Zhou Yan's attack, it couldn't even last a single encounter and was easily shattered.
How could he believe this?
Zhou Yan was clearly only at the eighth level of the Xiantian realm as a Martial Disciple.
Even if he possessed the ability to challenge those of higher levels, he shouldn't be this formidable.
*Rumble!*
The next moment, Zhou Yan strode forward, his eyes narrowed, a terrifying glint emanating from them.
An unparalleled and sharp aura enveloped Chen Xuanfeng.
"Zhou Yan, don't be arrogant, I haven't lost yet!"
Chen Xuanfeng's face flushed red, and he roared in anger.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Immediately, nine flying knives floated around him, each of them entirely black and carrying an evil aura.
"Nine Nether Poison Blade Array!"
Chen Xuanfeng bellowed, tossing the nine flying knives into the air. They formed a pitch-black cage, instantly trapping Zhou Yan within.
At the same time, Chen Xuanfeng retreated, creating distance and avoiding the pounce of the Golden Scale Giant Ape.
"Haha, this is a treasure my father bestowed upon me, how can you resist it!"
Chen Xuanfeng burst into laughter.
"The Nine Nether Poison Blade Array is composed of nine flying knives. Once you enter it, you will be corroded by poison and eventually die a slow, poisonous death!"
Chen Xuanfeng's face displayed an expression of arrogance.
According to his father, this array was unsolvable once deployed, no matter how high one's cultivation.
"A mere poison array, and you think you can stop me!"
Zhou Yan snorted disdainfully.
Such a trash array was like nothing to him.
*Rumble!*
The next moment, he stepped forward, executing a footwork technique, and charged towards Chen Xuanfeng.
"Hmph!"
Chen Xuanfeng sneered repeatedly. Zhou Yan's actions, in his eyes, were purely courting death.
"Zhou Yan, I admit you are very powerful, but how can you defeat me by yourself!"
"I think you're looking for death!"
Chen Xuanfeng's face was cold, a cruel smile playing on his lips, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
He had already calculated that Zhou Yan was merely putting on a show this time.
"Chen Xuanfeng, you must die this time!"
Zhou Yan roared, his voice as cold as if it came from the depths of hell, making one's hair stand on end.
*Whoosh!*
The next moment, several golden afterimages appeared in Chen Xuanfeng's field of vision.
"What is that?"
Chen Xuanfeng was startled. He hurriedly activated his vital energy to protect his body.
*Bang!*
However, his defense was too weak. He was directly sent flying by these golden afterimages.
"Ah..."
Chen Xuanfeng cried out in pain. His chest caved in, his ribs were broken, blood spurted from his mouth, and his body was sent flying backward.
"Hiss!"
"What's going on?"
"Such speed! Senior Brother Chen didn't even touch Zhou Yan's clothes!"
Everyone's eyes widened in shock.
They had seen it with perfect clarity.