"As expected of Zhou Yan. It seems my strength is still not enough. To kill him, I still need to strive harder."
Qin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a bitter smile appearing on his face. With a point of his toe, his figure shot out once more.
This scene caused the surrounding onlookers to gasp in amazement, their eyes filled with shock.
"No, my stamina is completely depleted. I must finish this quickly!"
Qin Feng gritted his teeth, then his gaze swept across the surroundings. His body disappeared from its original spot like a phantom, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Zhou Yan.
"You brat, I'll let you witness what Holy-level Law is!"
Seeing this, Zhou Yan sneered. He formed hand seals, and streaks of purple lightning, like violet dragons, surged out from his dantian.
"Shatter Eternity!"
Zhou Yan roared, his palms swishing. The purple lightning serpents drew a perfect arc in the void, piercing fiercely towards Qin Feng's head.
"Shatter Eternity!"
Witnessing Zhou Yan use this secret technique, the people around covered their mouths in shock.
This was no ordinary secret skill, but one created by an Emperor himself. Executing it consumed a vast amount of vital energy, and any chance for rest would render the technique forever unusable.
Furthermore, once unleashed, even an Emperor-level expert would find it difficult to escape. Entanglement would lead to a severe backlash, potentially resulting in death and annihilation!
"This lunatic actually used such a secret technique. It seems he's determined to take Qin Feng's life!"
"Indeed. The Qin family has encountered a formidable enemy this time. Qin Feng looks to be in grave danger..."
"Damn it, if Qin Feng is defeated by this mad dog, the Qin family's reputation will be utterly ruined, especially since Qin Feng is our hope!"
"Alas... It's a pity he cannot evade this strike. It seems he is destined to die here..."
...
Listening to the murmurs of the crowd, Qin Tianyou and the others wore anxious expressions, but they were powerless to help.
"Brother Qin Feng, quickly dodge!"
"Brother Qin Feng, you idiot, why are you still standing there? This is no game!"
"Brother Qin Feng, please flee. My father is a Spirit Sovereign, and his skills are beyond our ability to resist!"
...
Qin Yao, Qin Xue'er, and the other women had anxious faces, their eyes filled with deep worry as they looked at Qin Feng.
In their eyes, Qin Feng had no chance of winning.
"Heh heh, little brat, I advise you to scram. I might consider leaving you a complete corpse. Otherwise, I will make you wish you were never born!"
Seeing Qin Feng still making no move to dodge, Zhou Yan grinned, his bared teeth looking somewhat sinister.
"Wish I was never born?"
Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way!"
"You're courting death!"
Zhou Yan roared, then clasped his hands together. The purple spear suddenly grew to several meters long and pierced fiercely towards Qin Feng.
*Puchi!*
A spray of blood erupted. Qin Feng's left arm was pierced by the purple spear, and crimson blood gushed from his shoulder.
"Hmph, you brat, this is the consequence of daring to oppose me!"
Zhou Yan sneered, flicking his hand. The giant purple spear shrunk rapidly, eventually becoming palm-sized before disappearing into his sleeve.
"Now you'll obediently surrender, right?"
Zhou Yan asked with a sinister smile, a mocking glint in his eyes, as if he already envisioned Qin Feng's tragic death on the spot.
In Zhou Yan's eyes, Qin Feng stepped forward, slowly emerging from the rubble.
"I haven't lost..."
Qin Feng looked at Zhou Yan indifferently, his lips parting slightly as he uttered three words.
"You haven't lost? Are you sure?"
A mocking expression appeared on Zhou Yan's face. "Little brat, are you trying to say your physical body is stronger than mine?"
"Precisely!"
Qin Feng looked up at Zhou Yan and said, "My body possesses monstrous defensive capabilities. How can a mere purple-grade artifact wound me?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's smile gradually froze.
He couldn't fathom where this young man's courage came from.
A mere junior at the Spiritual Martial Realm dared to be so arrogant and claim to contend with him.
"Good!"
After a moment, Zhou Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the rage within him. He then shook his sleeve, and a purple saber appeared in his hand. "Today, I will use this divine weapon to chop you, you arrogant brat, into pieces and see how qualified you are to challenge me!"
"You'll find out if you try?"
Qin Feng shrugged and no longer hesitated. Potent true qi surged out from his body.
*Buzz!*
Layers of golden light emanated from Qin Feng's body. Nine silver needles appeared behind him.
"Eight Divine Needles Style! First Needle, Thunder Pierce!"
Qin Feng roared. The nine glittering silver needles then shot towards Zhou Yan's forehead.
*Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!*
Seven piercing sounds echoed through the air. Each silver needle moved with incredible speed, tracing a brilliant arc in the sky.
"Hmm? Is this the Eight Divine Needles Style?!"
Seeing these seven silver needles, Zhou Yan's pupils contracted sharply. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had never imagined Qin Feng had comprehended such a terrifying divine ability, and it appeared to have reached the second level!
"Heh, little brat, I didn't expect you to comprehend a terrifying divine ability like the Eight Divine Needles Style. It's not bad, but to win against me with it is a pipe dream!"
Zhou Yan grinned and then, holding his dark purple sword, lunged fiercely at Qin Feng.
*Swish!*
The sword whistled as it slashed fiercely at Qin Feng, its sharp edge carrying a power that seemed capable of piercing the heavens!
"A petty trick!"
Seeing Zhou Yan's offensive, Qin Feng scoffed and then brought his palms together forcefully.
*Bang!*
His palms met, and a ball of fiery red energy surged out, enveloping him.