Blood instantly dyed the entire plaza crimson, a scene of utter devastation.
"Pfft!"
Zhou Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.
The young man, his expression ferocious, stared at him and sneered, "With your caliber, you dream of becoming my servant? Utterly delusional!"
"I advise you to surrender obediently, or don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth, rising slowly from the ground, a ferocious look on his face.
He knew then that he likely wouldn't escape this ordeal.
"Then let's see!"
Zhou Yan gnashed his teeth, "If you can kill me, it's my fate. But if you can't, I can still kill you!"
"Good, very good! In that case, I'll let you witness what true peak master strength is!"
"Swish!"
The young man's expression turned icy, and with a sudden sweep of his spear, it whistled through the air, piercing towards Zhou Yan's throat.
Zhou Yan's expression grew extremely grave.
Just as the spear tip was about to touch his neck, his body suddenly dissolved into a cloud of mist.
As the mist dispersed, his body reappeared hundreds of meters away, a good dozen meters from the young man.
"How is this possible? Your movement technique is so bizarre!"
The young man's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Zhou Yan with utter astonishment.
"Hahaha!"
"You useless trash, die for me!"
He roared, swinging his spear again, thrusting it fiercely at Zhou Yan. The terrifying power compressed the surrounding air into visible waves.
The power of this strike was far more terrifying than the previous one, at least four times stronger.
"Bang bang!"
Zhou Yan's figure retreated repeatedly, but the young man's assault continued to press closer.
"This fellow has such terrifying physical defense!"
"If he were to cultivate the 'Nine Yang Profound Scripture,' wouldn't he be able to challenge opponents beyond his level?"
"We should leave here quickly, lest we get caught up in trouble."
"That's right, this guy is Zhao Yuanfeng's junior brother, and I heard he's ranked in the top twenty of the inner sect!"
"Let's hurry and go!"
The surrounding disciples, seeing this, began to retreat.
Zhou Yan's strength was too formidable; they didn't want to get involved.
"Hmph! A bunch of trash!"
"Since you want to leave, leave your heads behind. I promise not to harm you!"
The young man cursed angrily, his aura becoming even more ferocious.
"You're seeking death!" Zhou Yan roared, his eyes turning red.
"Swish!"
The long sword in his hand instantly transformed into a dazzling, brilliant light, slashing down fiercely at the young man.
This sword strike possessed unmatched power, capable of overwhelming even an early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.
"Bang!"
However, at this critical juncture, a large hand grasped Zhou Yan's sword.
Immediately, a cold voice slowly resonated, "Xiao Yan, stop fooling around. This is the outer sect, and you can't be so reckless!"
"You all leave!"
Zhou Yan turned, looking at the young man beside him, a look of unconcealable frustration on his face.
But ultimately, he could do nothing.
His strength was too weak; he couldn't even protect himself, how could he kill this young man?
"Hmph! You're wise enough!"
The young man sneered, shaking his spear. The surrounding air was immediately torn apart.
"Whoosh!"
The young man's figure suddenly vanished from his spot.
A deep hatred flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes as he turned and shot off into the distance.
The young man, however, pursued him.
...
"You can't escape!"
The young man stared at Zhou Yan, a mocking expression on his face.
"咻!"
He flicked his spear, thrusting it towards Zhou Yan's throat once more.
This strike contained one-eighth of his strength, its power already not inferior to the previous one.
Zhou Yan's expression was grim as he slightly shook his arm, his long sword cutting out a brilliant arc.
"Clang!"
A crisp collision sound echoed through the sky, once again deflecting the young man's spear.
"This is my strongest attack, you should feel honored!"
The young man's lips curled into a sinister, cold smile.
The next moment, he twitched his wrist and shook his spear.
"Weng weng weng~"
The surrounding air churned violently, forming a powerful suction.
"咻!"
The spear thrust out, a sharp, piercing aura engulfing Zhou Yan.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
Zhou Yan's brow furrowed. He shook his arm sharply, his long sword once again flashing with a radiant light as it met the attack.
"Rumble!"
A massive explosion ensued. The young man's spear was forced back repeatedly by Zhou Yan, and the surrounding space trembled.
Zhou Yan's sword was also shattered into dust, turning into countless fragments.
"How is this possible?"
"Your attack power is actually stronger than mine!"
"Who exactly are you?"
Zhou Yan's face was filled with astonishment. He had never encountered such a situation before.
What had happened to him? Why had he become so powerful, not even inferior to an inner sect disciple?
Zhou Yan was filled with doubt, and at the same time, a sense of extreme danger arose within him.
"You don't need to know!"
The young man said coldly, raising his spear and charging at Zhou Yan again.
Zhou Yan dared not delay, his long sword slashing out continuously.
"Clang clang clang!"
Sparks flew, and flashes of fire glinted. The battle between Zhou Yan and the young man intensified, becoming a fierce struggle with no clear victor.
"This guy's strength seems to have grown!"
"Indeed, his attack power has reached the Mahayana realm, and it seems he's cultivated some secret technique that allows him to unleash his strength to its peak!"
"Right, with his cultivation, he's already considered a top contender among the inner disciples. In fact, even some inner disciples from the outer sect might not be able to match him!"
"Could it be that he's from a major sect?"
The surrounding disciples discussed amongst themselves.
Aside from Zhao Yuanfeng and Wang Hu, disciples from major sects, the others present were no match for them.
Therefore, when the young man displayed his formidable strength, they no longer felt any fear.
"Your speed is very fast, but you still can't escape my grasp. You should just accept your death!"
The young man sneered, his spear like a dragon, tearing through the void, bringing destructive power as it smashed down fiercely at Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan's face turned ashen. He clenched his fists and unleashed punch after punch.
He could only rely on himself now to defeat the opponent!
However, he found that as the battle progressed, the opponent's strength continued to increase.
Zhou Yan felt that his own strength was no longer enough to contend with this young man!
Finally, the young man kicked Zhou Yan in the chest, sending him flying.