The words fell, and Zhou Yan’s expression turned cold as he stared intently at Han Yun.
At this moment, Han Yun was also sizing up Zhou Yan, his heart thumping with unease.
“Brat, you know too much!”
After a long pause, Han Yun composed himself and spoke in a deep voice.
He offered no refutation to Zhou Yan’s words, which only solidified Zhou Yan’s conviction that his guess was correct.
“Heh, as expected, you’re just a stray dog!”
Hearing this, Zhou Yan’s smile widened, laced with mockery and sarcasm.
In his previous life, while fleeing for his life, he had encountered Han Yun and his ilk, even clashing with them multiple times, ultimately perishing together at this very spot.
He had thought that upon his rebirth, facing this man again would be an opportunity for revenge.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it would culminate in this outcome.
“Brat, since you seek death, then do not blame me…”
Seeing this, a fierce glint flashed across Han Yun’s face as he sneered, “You killed my sect disciples and stole from the treasury, you deserve to die!”
“Today, I shall capture you, flay you alive, and offer your remains as tribute to the souls of my Yun Lan Sect disciples…”
*Swish~*
As the words left his lips, Han Yun lunged, like a leopard pouncing, straight towards Zhou Yan.
Simultaneously, he unleashed a palm strike, a biting coldness radiating outwards, seemingly transforming into ice shards that pierced the air, aiming for Zhou Yan’s neck.
*Crack!*
However, Zhou Yan remained calm, raising his hand to seize Han Yun’s arm and twist it forcefully.
Immediately, a crisp bone-cracking sound echoed, and Han Yun cried out in agony.
“How is this possible?!”
Feeling the searing pain, Han Yun’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He had cultivated to the mid-stage of Dark Force, possessing immense power, yet he couldn’t withstand a casual blow from Zhou Yan.
“Hmph! A trash like you doesn’t deserve to be called Dark Force!”
Zhou Yan looked down at Han Yun with cold indifference, shaking his head and sighing.
In his past life, his talent had been extraordinary. Even after betrayal, he had maintained an unyielding spirit, viewing Han Yun and his companions as mere insects.
This good-for-nothing before him was merely older by a few years.
*Bang!*
Just then, Zhou Yan’s gaze shifted, and he kicked Han Yun away, sending him sprawling to the ground, spitting blood.
“Brat, you…”
Struggling to get up, Han Yun gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Yan.
“You what?”
Zhou Yan’s expression was indifferent, a hint of disdain playing on his lips, “With your caliber, you dare to challenge me?”
“Were it not for the hardship of your cultivation, you would have long since been a prisoner at my mercy…”
At these words, Han Yun’s face flushed with humiliation, yet he was unable to retort, for the chasm between them was vast.
“Brat, do you truly believe you’ve won?”
Abruptly, Han Yun let out a cold laugh.
“Hm?”
Zhou Yan’s brows furrowed, a sense of foreboding washing over him.
“Heh heh, you may have defeated me, but you’ve made a fatal mistake!”
Han Yun cackled, pointing a finger at his own head, “Your head is about to fall off!”
“What?”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan’s expression shifted dramatically, and he quickly turned to look.
*Rumble!*
However, before he could fully turn, a thunderous roar erupted, akin to a lightning strike.
Immediately, the entire cave trembled, and stones rained down from the walls.
“Not good, we’re under attack!”
Zhou Yan’s face paled. He immediately swung his fist, smashing it against the wall.
*Boom!*
In an instant, the entire wall collapsed, sending dust and debris flying.
Outside, in the midst of the forest, flames raged, illuminating the night sky.
“Oh no!”
Seeing this scene, Zhou Yan’s face turned ashen, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
“Damn it, these bastards ambushed us outside!”
At this moment, Zhou Yan’s mind reeled with fury.
He could not fathom how, upon entering the ancient tomb, he had fallen into an ambush and found himself in peril.
“Brat, this is your own doing!”
Beside him, Han Yun sneered, his expression laced with amusement, “Originally, I intended to spare your life, but now…”
“Hahaha, you think this is the end?”
“This is just the beginning!”
Zhou Yan gnashed his teeth, his expression contorted with rage.
*Bang!*
As soon as he spoke, a massive rock ball hurtled towards him.
Instantly, Zhou Yan’s body convulsed, his chest caved in, and he spat blood, flying backwards.
“Huh?”
Han Yun stared at the scene, stunned for a moment before comprehending, “Damn it, where is your Body Protection Spiritual Armor?”
In Han Yun’s memory, Zhou Yan was a martial arts master who possessed Body Protection Spiritual Armor.
Yet, he had emerged unscathed from the explosion of that rock projectile?
“Body Protection Spiritual Armor?”
At this moment, Zhou Yan stood up, wiping the blood from his lips, a cold smile on his face, “Han Yun, did you really think I would give you an opportunity!”
“What do you mean?!”
Han Yun frowned, utterly bewildered.
“It’s simple, I never wore the Body Protection Spiritual Armor!”
Zhou Yan grinned, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes.
“What?!”
Han Yun’s face turned deathly pale, filled with dread. He instantly realized.
Zhou Yan indeed did not have Body Protection Spiritual Armor, as it was unique to the Yun Lan Sect and not circulated in the outside world. Unless one was a core disciple, they were not entitled to obtain it.
“You little bastard, you killed my Yun Lan Sect disciples, and you must pay with your life tonight!”
With this thought, Han Yun roared and charged frantically towards Zhou Yan.
*Crack, crack, crack…*
However, before Han Yun could get close, Zhou Yan flicked his fingers, and sharp sword energies erupted, slicing through the void and striking Han Yun’s body.
*Clang, clang, clang…*
A metallic clang echoed as Han Yun’s skin cracked, blood gushed out, and he was left covered in wounds, a gruesome sight.
“Damn you!”
Han Yun’s face was pale, his gaze filled with venom, but he was helpless, forced to retreat step by step.
“Zhou Yan, don’t get arrogant. Our Young Master will be here soon…”
While fending off the sword energy attacks, Han Yun roared.
“Your Young Master?”
Zhou Yan scoffed, “Even if your Sect Master himself were to arrive, I would not fear him!”
At this moment, Zhou Yan’s expression was arrogant, his demeanor one of supreme dominance.
He utterly dismissed Han Yun’s threat.
In his previous life, Zhou Yan had been a prodigious genius who had risen through the ranks, eventually reaching the Foundation Establishment realm.
The Young Master of the Yun Lan Sect, on the other hand, was barely eighteen or nineteen years old, with a cultivation of only the fifth stage of Qi Refining. Even with Han Yun’s assistance, they were no match for him.
Therefore, in his eyes, Han Yun was merely an insignificant ant, capable of being crushed with a mere flick of his hand.
“Hmph! You little beast, don’t be so defiant!”
“You will soon learn the price of provoking my Yun Lan Sect!”
At this moment, Han Yun’s hair was disheveled, his expression grim, his eyes filled with ferocity.
“Annoying!”
Seeing this, Zhou Yan frowned and waved his hand dismissively.
*Whoosh!*
Immediately, several sharp sword energies tore through the air, piercing Han Yun’s chest.
*Puff!*
Blood splattered, dyeing his robes red.
Crimson hues gradually spread outwards.
Han Yun’s expression was vacant as he looked down at the sword wounds in his chest. A gaping hole had been torn through his heart, and he was no longer breathing.
“This is the fate of those who oppose me!”
Having dealt with Han Yun, Zhou Yan’s expression was one of arrogance as he glanced disdainfully at the corpse, “Trash, you dared to challenge me?”
“Hmm, who are these fellows?”