"Bang!" A dull thud, and an arm was instantly pierced, blood gushing out. Zhou Yan's face turned as pale as paper. He looked down and found his shoulder was gone. This was his most proud body, destroyed by that sword light. His expression grew even uglier.
Zhou Yan scanned his surroundings, only to find that these people hadn't moved at all. He was slightly startled, a sense of unease inexplicably stirring within him.
"Hmph!" The arrogant voice sounded again, carrying a chilling killing intent. "Zhou Yan, today is your death anniversary. Don't think you can escape me by hiding in the crowd. You're not worthy of me using that treasure!"
"What treasure is it?" Zhou Yan was taken aback. He suddenly understood something, a mocking sneer curling his lips. "So that's how it is. No wonder there are so many people here, no wonder you're so confident. You were prepared all along. It's just that your luck seems to be quite bad. Our Demon Dragon King Hall has a ninth-star high-level expert guarding it. Even your Heavenly Maiden Hall might not be able to contend with us!"
"Hmph! Is that so?" The voice from the sky remained indifferent. "Why not try and find out? I believe this time, you absolutely won't be able to escape!"
"Buzz!" A white radiance streaked from the sky, forming a giant blade of light in mid-air, directly slashing at Zhou Yan.
"What powerful might!" Zhou Yan's eyes widened abruptly, burning with a fierce glint. Deep within his pupils lay a trace of greed. That was a ninth-star high-level treasure! If he could obtain it, his strength would skyrocket, making him a prodigy among the younger generation of the Demon Dragon King Hall!
For a moment, Zhou Yan's thoughts completely shifted. This treasure before him, he had to obtain it.
"Swish!" A figure appeared, it was none other than a man from the Heavenly Maiden Hall.
"Mo Tian!" Seeing this person, Zhou Yan's face immediately became several shades darker.
"Zhou Yan, this time I'll see what methods you have to escape this calamity!" Mo Tian curled his lips into a cold smile. His body slowly floated up, a terrifying aura emanating from him, making everyone below feel suffocated.
"What a terrifying aura!" Exclamations involuntarily erupted from the crowd below, their faces filled with shock at that moment.
"Boom!" Just as Mo Tian's figure floated into the void, Zhou Yan could no longer hold back. His body suddenly shot out, his palm reaching out towards Mo Tian in the sky.
Mo Tian snorted coldly, a giant palm extending out to shatter Zhou Yan's grasp. Simultaneously, another palm reached out directly for Zhou Yan.
"Bang!" Another dull thud. That palm struck Zhou Yan's chest. Zhou Yan's face turned ashen, and his body was sent crashing to the ground.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of scarlet blood was spat out. A look of horror flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes. He never imagined that he, the dignified hall master of the Demon Dragon King Hall, would be defeated so thoroughly. He felt the pain from his chest, feeling as if his body was about to fall apart. He raised his head to look upwards.
"Hahaha..." The voice from the sky roared with laughter. "Zhou Yan, today is your death anniversary!"
"Boom!" Another sword light from the sky cleaved down, engulfing Zhou Yan. Instantly, Zhou Yan felt his soul tearing apart. Sharp pain spread from his heart throughout his body. His body trembled, and he even felt that if this continued, he might perish here.
"Zhou Yan, your death anniversary has arrived!" The voice from the sky echoed again, this time filled with overwhelming killing intent.
"Boom!" Just at this moment, a tremendous force suddenly surged from the mountain range below. A figure clad in black armor abruptly broke through the earth, his palm reaching upwards. Instantly, the sword light was caught in his hand, and with a violent clench, it was crushed to powder.
"What!" Mo Tian's face changed drastically. His pupils dilated, his face filled with shock. "How is this possible? How did his strength suddenly increase so much?"
"Rumble!"
A powerful aura erupted from Zhou Yan's body. At this moment, he was like a completely different person. His aura became incredibly terrifying. He stood up, his eyes filled with madness and killing intent. He looked at Mo Tian and said coldly, "Since you all wish to kill me, I will kill you first!"
"Seeking death!" Mo Tian roared, his arm shooting out, directly grabbing at Zhou Yan.
"Boom!" Zhou Yan's body exploded again. This time, his body did not turn into a bloody mist but directly transformed into a fist-sized sphere, which then shot out like a projectile towards Mo Tian.
Mo Tian's pupils contracted, watching the ball of blood hurtle towards him.
"Not good!" Mo Tian's face suddenly turned extremely grim. At this moment, he finally realized the gravity of the situation. He quickly retracted his right hand and dodged to the side.
"Bang!" With a loud explosion, Mo Tian's body was sent stumbling back several steps, his face pale. His gaze was ice-cold, fixed on Zhou Yan. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damnable fellow, do you really think I can't do anything to you?"
"Boom!" Zhou Yan's fist swung out violently and smashed hard at Mo Tian.
"Boom!""Boom!""Boom!"
Caught off guard, Mo Tian was forced back by Zhou Yan repeatedly. Blood continuously trickled from his lips. His face was ashen, his eyes fixed on Zhou Yan, filled with venomous resentment.
"I don't care who you are, but you are dead today!" Mo Tian coldly shouted, two dazzling beams of light suddenly erupting from his eyes, charging towards Zhou Yan.
"Boom!" An incredibly radiant attack struck Zhou Yan. His body exploded once more, but this time, Zhou Yan did not turn into a bloody mist. He directly transformed into a blood pill, spinning in his hand.
Seeing this, the crowd below erupted in an uproar. They hadn't expected Zhou Yan to survive this opportunity. However, it was clear that although his strength had increased significantly, he was still no match for Mo Tian.
Zhou Yan's strength had indeed improved, but his realm was still too low, making him no match for Mo Tian, leaving him with only a path to death.