Chapter 1570 The Thunder Emperor

"He is indeed the Thunder Emperor, able to effortlessly break any move!"

"However, today, I am here to kill you!"

Zhou Yan stared grimly at Qin Feng's corpse, a savage smile creeping onto his lips.

"Thunder Emperor, you are doomed. I will refine you into a weapon, forever suppress you within this thunder domain, ensuring you never rise again!"

A fierce killing intent blazed in Zhou Yan's eyes. He clenched his thunder spear and thrust it down fiercely towards the mountain below.

Thunder rumbled, and the entire mountain began to shake violently.

"Hoo~"

Watching this scene, Zhou Yan took a deep breath. His gaze then fell upon the Qin family soldiers still desperately fleeing. His expression flickered with uncertainty.

"These remnants are all yours."

Zhou Yan coldly commanded, then waved his sleeve, his figure vanishing from the spot. In the next instant, he appeared before the fleeing Qin family soldiers.

"This is bad, run!"

Upon seeing Zhou Yan's arrival, the Qin family soldiers' eyes filled with intense fear. But they had no strength left to resist; they were utterly powerless.

"Swish!"

Just then, a white silhouette suddenly streaked across the void.

"Bang!"

Zhou Yan's thunder spear pierced directly through the silhouette, splattering blood that stained the ground.

"Who is it? Show yourself!"

Zhou Yan roared, his eyes flashing with cold light.

But in the next moment, his pupils constricted. He discovered that his strike had caused no substantial damage.

"Little beast, if you have the guts, stop hiding and stand there!"

Zhou Yan's gaze was sinister. He refused to believe that Qin Feng possessed only these meager tricks to contend with him.

"Little beast!"

Two more furious roars echoed from the void.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yan's face turned grim. He abruptly raised his head, looking forward. He saw familiar figures – his father, Qin Batian, and his mother, Li Yuqin.

His mother, Li Yuqin, had already fainted. Qin Batian's eyes were bloodshot, enveloped in a potent aura of slaughter, looking as though he could devour Zhou Yan alive.

"You... you actually followed! Are you seeking death?"

Zhou Yan's expression darkened, his face contorting.

He had never imagined that Qin Feng's father and mother would chase after him.

"You are the one seeking death!"

Qin Batian sneered, his eyes flashing with icy killing intent. "Little beast, my son has been crippled by you. I will have you die!"

"Boom!"

As the words left his mouth, Qin Batian clenched his palm. A dark purple long saber appeared in his grip, emanating a terrifying blade energy that forced the surrounding winds and sand to recede rapidly.

"Little beast, die!"

"Kill!"

Qin Batian let out a low growl and charged forward.

"Swish!"

A dark purple blade energy, carrying boundless malevolence, shot towards Zhou Yan.

"Thunder Emperor, today I will use you to mourn my son's soul!"

Qin Batian snorted coldly, his eyes blazing with killing intent. He moved, charging at Zhou Yan.

"Seeking death!"

Zhou Yan's eyes widened. He hadn't expected Qin Batian to dare attack him.

He was a master of the second stage of the Heaven Origin Realm, a whole minor realm above Qin Batian. Furthermore, he wielded the Thunder Emperor's Spear; Qin Batian's Thunder Emperor Saber could not possibly harm him.

Yet, Qin Batian was attacking him now, completely enraging him!

"Die!"

Zhou Yan bellowed, and with a sudden flick of his arm, the thunder spear shot out like a venomous snake towards Qin Batian!

"Screech!"

The thunderous spearhead sliced through the void, aiming directly for Qin Batian's throat.

Seeing this, a cold smile played on Zhou Yan's lips.

He knew that once his thunder spear pierced Qin Batian's neck, his objective would be perfectly achieved.

However, just as the thunder spear was about to pierce Qin Batian's throat, a golden light suddenly erupted from his brow. Immediately, his thunder spear was repelled.

"What? How is this possible?"

Zhou Yan was filled with unwillingness. He couldn't fathom how Qin Feng, at this critical moment, had managed to deflect his thunder spear!

"Little beast, die!"

Qin Batian's eyes turned crimson. Purple lightning crackled on his right fist.

"Rumble!"

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, streaks of dark purple lightning condensed, forming a thunderous sphere several feet in size in the void. It exuded an aura of immense destruction, seemingly capable of shattering the very ground.

"Go to hell, old man!"

Qin Batian roared and thrust his thunder spear forward fiercely.

"Buzz!"

The dark purple lightning transformed into a massive dark purple torrent, carrying overwhelming pressure, piercing the void and hurtling forward.

Zhou Yan's expression changed. He hadn't expected Qin Batian to unleash such a formidable technique. If this combat skill erupted, even he would find it difficult to withstand!

"Hmph, mere parlor tricks!"

Sensing Zhou Yan's astonished gaze, a smile flickered across Qin Feng's lips. He fiercely thrust his Thunder Emperor's Spear forward.

"Buzz!"

In the next instant, the two torrents of dark purple lightning collided, creating a deafening explosion that tore the surrounding space asunder.

"Crack!"

With faint cracking sounds, the once solid mountain stone was blasted into a gaping hole.

"Boom!"

The dark purple lightning's residual power continued to surge forward, ultimately smashing into Zhou Yan's chest.

"Pfft!"

Zhou Yan was sent flying backward, spewing a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

Witnessing this, Zhou Yan found it hard to believe. He never imagined that his most potent strike would be shattered by Qin Feng's lightning attack, even resulting in him spitting blood.

"Little beast, I refuse to believe I can't kill you!"

Qin Batian gritted his teeth. He stomped on the ground and charged at Zhou Yan, his gaze ferocious.

Zhou Yan was not to be outdone. He wielded the Thunder Emperor's Saber, continuously dancing it, shattering the surrounding space.

However, although Qin Batian held the absolute advantage, he clearly felt the growing gap between himself and Qin Feng. If he couldn't kill Zhou Yan this time, he truly might perish at his hands!