It could be said that Li Hu's hatred for Lin Feng and the Lin family ran bone-deep.
If given the chance, Li Hu would absolutely not let Lin Feng off.
"Zhou Yan, how dare you be so arrogant! Do you really think I can't kill you?" Li Hu was furious.
"Alright, I'll be waiting. Come at me!" Zhou Yan said indifferently.
"Kill!"
Li Hu roared, stomping his foot fiercely. His body instantly lunged into the air, and then, his right fist smashed down heavily towards Zhou Yan.
Instantly, a surging wave of primal energy erupted. Li Hu's muscles bulged, as if cast from steel.
"Boom!"
Li Hu's right arm transformed into a whip, sweeping through the void and stirring up winds and clouds.
In a flash, this space was affected by Li Hu's aura, seeming to collapse under its immense pressure, terrifying beyond measure.
"Bang!"
This punch, with world-shattering power, slammed rapidly into Zhou Yan's chest.
"Pfft!"
Zhou Yan's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his chest had been struck by a colossal mountain, his internal organs churning and on the verge of bursting.
"How can this be?"
Seeing this, Li Hu's expression was one of shock.
That punch just now possessed unparalleled might. Even an expert at the second or third level of the Divine King realm would be severely injured if they took it.
Yet Zhou Yan was completely unharmed, not even shifting his stance.
"How is this possible?" Li Hu's eyes widened in disbelief at what he was seeing.
"Li Hu, is this little attack of yours supposed to hurt me?"
Zhou Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then took a step forward, heading straight for Li Hu, and slapped him.
"Slap!"
Li Hu hadn't expected Zhou Yan to suddenly attack. Caught off guard, he was directly sent flying by Zhou Yan's slap.
"Pfft!" Several of Li Hu's teeth were broken, and his body crashed heavily to the ground, spitting blood as he opened his mouth.
"Ah!" Li Hu roared in pain. He was going mad! He had actually been defeated by someone?
"Li Hu!"
The other disciples of the Tian Yuan Sect rushed forward to support Li Hu, their faces filled with shock.
"What's going on?"
"Zhou Yan, how is he getting stronger?"
"His strength has increased. He must have taken some secret medicine."
"Damn it!"
...
They gritted their teeth, their hearts filled with anger, but there was nothing they could do. They knew that Zhou Yan's strength had far surpassed theirs.
"What are you waiting for? Attack together and kill Zhou Yan!" Li Hu clutched his cheek and roared.
The other Tian Yuan Sect disciples gritted their teeth and charged at Zhou Yan again, but the outcome was the same; they were easily defeated by Zhou Yan.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight of the elite disciples led by Li Hu had fallen.
"Zhou Yan, don't be so arrogant! I've already called for reinforcements, and they'll be here soon."
Li Hu gnashed his teeth, staring at Zhou Yan with extreme malice, and roared.
"Heh heh, reinforcements?"
Zhou Yan sneered, "Li Hu, you're an old-timer of the Tian Yuan Sect. To deal with me, you actually need outside help? You have thick skin."
Zhou Yan disdained to waste any more words with Li Hu. If Li Hu wanted to play, he would play with him properly.
"Hahaha... You don't understand. As long as I can kill you, I'll accept any method."
Li Hu sneered.
"Oh? If that's the case, I'll be even less merciful."
Zhou Yan's gaze turned icy, his eyes flashing with chilling light.
Then, Zhou Yan exerted force from his feet, his body shot out, leaping up. His legs became like two iron spears, thrusting out fiercely.
Zhou Yan's speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance to Li Hu. His legs swept out like long rods.
Li Hu's expression drastically changed.
He never imagined Zhou Yan could be so fast.
At this moment, he only had time to swing his left fist to block.
But it was still too slow.
Crack!
Li Hu's left arm was shattered.
"Boom!"
Immediately after, Zhou Yan delivered a side-kick in mid-air, slamming heavily into Li Hu's chest.
Pfft!
Li Hu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body was sent flying, crashing into the ground and creating a crater.
"Senior Brother Li!"
The remaining dozen or so Tian Yuan Sect disciples cried out in sorrow.
Li Hu struggled to stand. His golden hair was disheveled, blood trickled from his lips, and his appearance was utterly miserable.
Li Hu's gaze fixed on Zhou Yan with venom.
"Li Hu, I'll ask you one last time, do you yield?" Zhou Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his demeanor incomparably arrogant.
Li Hu's pupils contracted to pinpricks as he stared intently at Zhou Yan.
He was unwilling to admit defeat, and thus chose to fight to the death, preferring death to surrender.
"Zhou Yan, even if I die today, I'll drag you down with me!" Li Hu roared, his body swelling, radiating an immense, savage aura. Like a primordial beast, he lunged forward.
"Seeking death!"
Zhou Yan's eyes were cold, killing intent revealed.
Although Li Hu was a martial artist at the first level of the Innate realm, and his strength was terrifying, to Zhou Yan, he was insignificant.
"Whoosh!"
Zhou Yan stepped on the Kun Peng Nine Steps, his body like a phantom as he evaded Li Hu's attack. Simultaneously, he switched from defense to offense, pointing a finger, which struck Li Hu's shoulder.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered. Li Hu's shoulder blade was directly shattered, and his entire arm dangled limply.
"Zhou Yan, you're courting death! I'll kill you!" Li Hu had gone completely mad.
His cultivation was a level higher than Zhou Yan's, yet he was being suppressed by Zhou Yan.
He absolutely could not tolerate such humiliation.
Li Hu's fists, like cannonballs, blasted forward with imposing momentum.
"Hmph!"
Zhou Yan snorted, his body swaying slightly, narrowly dodging Li Hu's punch.
"Swish!"
Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Yan raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike. The palm was sharp, imbued with terrifying power.
"Not good!"
Li Hu's expression changed drastically, and he retreated rapidly.
"Too late!" Zhou Yan shook his head.
His figure was like a phantom, instantly catching up.
"Bang..."
Li Hu could not resist at all. His chest took the palm strike, and he was sent flying several meters, falling to the ground unable to get up.
"Thud!" Li Hu knelt on the ground, his expression dejected.
"Zhou Yan, you've won. Whether you kill me or skin me, I accept whatever you decide," Li Hu sighed, his expression desolate.
"I'll give you a chance to live. From now on, surrender to me, or you will surely die," Zhou Yan said coldly.
"Zhou Yan, you dream..."
Anger flared on Li Hu's face. He, a dignified expert of the Innate first level, had been reduced to needing to surrender to an enemy. This was simply a grave humiliation.
"Since that's the case, then I'll send you on your way!" Zhou Yan said indifferently.
"Wait a moment!"
Just then, a shout came from afar.
Immediately, a group of people strode into the courtyard.
The man at the forefront wore a blue robe, was handsome and refined, with an extraordinary aura. He stood tall, arrogance evident in his brows.
"Qin Shaoyang!"
Upon seeing the man, Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed, and he cursed inwardly, "He's truly a persistent pest."