"This time, I truly wish to witness firsthand how you meet your end?"
At these words, Zhou Yan's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of vigilance appearing on his face.
He had not expected to encounter so many enemies the moment he stepped foot here.
After all, this was the headquarters of the Demonic Cult!
Did these enemies truly have no fear of death, daring to stir up trouble here?
"Hmph, mere ants, daring to cause chaos on Demonic Cult territory, truly oblivious to their own mortality!"
"I say, not a single one of you will leave this place today!"
The other black-clad figures looked at Zhou Yan with mocking expressions.
They were all elites of the Demonic Cult, how could they fear these insignificant beings?
"Heh, if these people are from the Demonic Cult, then it's no surprise."
"Their cultivation levels are mostly at the eighth or seventh stage of the Martial Ancestor realm."
"And in this mountain range, aside from the Demonic Cult, I can't imagine any other force would dare to provoke them in such a place?"
Zhou Yan slowly shook his head, his indifferent gaze falling on the black-clad figure, and he asked faintly.
Upon hearing Zhou Yan's words, the pupils of everyone present involuntarily constricted.
"What? How did you know?"
One of the black-clad figures, his face filled with shock, couldn't help but exclaim.
"Hmph~!"
However, at this very moment, a chilling roar suddenly echoed through the dense forest.
"Since you know our Demonic Cult's secrets, then forfeit your life!"
"Kill~!"
The voice exploded in their ears like a bomb.
Instantly, sharp whistling sounds of wind splitting through the air erupted.
Zhou Yan and the others turned, and saw figures, swift as the wind, rushing towards them, encircling them.
These black-clad individuals were all burly and imposing, their muscles bulging, their eyes burning with fierce killing intent.
These people were all powerhouses at or above the ninth stage of the Martial Ancestor realm.
Seeing this, Zhou Yan and the others wore bitter expressions.
"It seems this battle is unavoidable!"
Zhou Yan shook his head, his expression devoid of any fear.
"Are you that peak ninth-stage Martial King expert?"
The leader of the black-clad figures narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhou Yan, and spoke with a cold sneer.
"Mm!"
"Who are you? And from which force do you hail?"
Zhou Yan nodded and replied indifferently.
"You don't need to know!"
A ferocious smile curled the lips of the leader in black. "However, today, I will let you know the consequences of offending my Demonic Cult!"
"Rumble~!"
Following a muffled sound, the leading black-clad figure moved like a phantom, instantly flashing forward. His long sword cleaved down, carrying a sharp gust of wind, striking fiercely at Zhou Yan.
"Boom~!"
Facing the black-clad figure's attack, a mocking expression appeared on Zhou Yan's face.
This black-clad figure's attack could not shake his defenses at all.
He dodged with a flash of movement, then unleashed another punch, forcing the black-clad figure back.
"Boom boom~!"
However, at this moment, four other black-clad figures also made their move, surrounding Zhou Yan.
"You despicable scoundrels, ganging up to bully a Martial Venerable realm expert!"
Seeing this, a flicker of anger surged into Zhou Yan's eyes.
"Hehehe..."
"So what if we gang up? As long as we can kill you, it's all worth it!"
"Today, you must die!"
One of the black-clad figures said with a cold laugh.
"Hmph!"
Hearing the black-clad figure's words, Zhou Yan couldn't help but let out a cold sneer. He then transformed into a streak of light once more, shooting forward. His palm transformed into a claw, and he fiercely grabbed towards the throat of one of the black-clad figures.
"Swish~!"
"Bang!"
Zhou Yan's palm froze in mid-air, a mere half-inch from the black-clad figure's throat.
"This..."
Looking at his palm held so close, Zhou Yan's face was etched with astonishment.
"Not bad, you actually managed to evade my attack!"
Seeing his hand being repelled, the black-clad figure was slightly surprised, then a mocking smile played on his lips.
"It's a pity, your strength is still far too lacking!"
"I advise you to surrender obediently, otherwise, I will defeat you without mercy and extract your Nascent Soul!"
"Back then, our Demonic Cult had a rule: any member who killed you would obtain your Nascent Soul and give it to the Demonic Cult's leader to refine into a medicinal pill."
"Therefore, your fate rests in the hands of the Demonic Cult's leader, and you are destined to become a slave of the Demonic Cult."
The black-clad figure grinned sinisterly.
"So that's how it is!"
"No wonder you dare to be so arrogant here, it's because you have a powerful backer!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's lips curved into a playful arc.
He hadn't expected things to be this way.
"Heh heh, it's good that you know!"
The black-clad figure said coldly.
"So what? With just you, you probably can't kill me!"
"I advise you to give up your resistance immediately! Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
The black-clad figure snorted coldly, then attacked again.
Zhou Yan's expression turned grim.
"I'd like to see if you have the ability!"
Zhou Yan said coldly.
"Seeking death~!"
Seeing this, the black-clad figure became enraged. He brandished his spear and furiously thrust it towards Zhou Yan.
The other black-clad figures also circulated the True Qi within their bodies, unleashing various supreme techniques, and attacked Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan held nothing back either. With a shake of his hands, a pitch-black battle saber appeared, clashing violently with the incoming attacks.
"Boom boom boom~!"
Fierce roaring sounds erupted.
Zhou Yan's attack was directly deflected, and the black-clad figure seized the opportunity, kicking Zhou Yan in the abdomen, sending him flying several dozen feet away.
"Pfft~!"
As Zhou Yan stabilized himself, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Clearly, that previous strike had inflicted a minor injury on him.
Zhou Yan's face turned ashen.
He had never expected these black-clad figures to be so brutal.
"Haha, Zhou Yan, do you still dare to be so arrogant now?"
"If you're smart, I suggest you kneel down and kowtow three times, then hand over your Nascent Soul."
"Otherwise, we will make you wish you were never born, and wish you were dead!"
"Hehehehe..."
The black-clad figures all laughed arrogantly.