Zhou Yan, on the other hand, merely trembled slightly, steadying himself with no change in his expression.
The disparity was clear!
Chu Aonan was defeated!
Chu Aonan’s face was bitter. His fingers, gripping the sword hilt, had turned white from excessive force.
“As expected of a direct descendant of the Marquis of War, to be able to stalemate me!”
Zhou Yan’s gaze was solemn. Chu Aonan’s displayed potential far surpassed the norm. Such a person, once they broke through to the Martial Master realm, their strength would undoubtedly skyrocket.
This kind of person must not be allowed to live!
“Chu Aonan, since you are obstinate, then let me send you on your way.”
Zhou Yan’s eyes flashed. He stomped on the ground and charged towards Chu Aonan once more.
“Do not harm my young master!”
Suddenly, a roar echoed from afar. An old servant rushed forward.
This old servant was the Chu family’s guard captain, possessing a cultivation of the sixth level of the Martial Disciple realm.
“Zhou Yan, die!”
The old servant roared, wielding a long saber, unleashing a terrifying saber intent. He fiercely slashed at Zhou Yan.
“Hmph, you court death!”
Zhou Yan’s expression turned cold, killing intent swirling in his eyes.
He clenched his five fingers into a claw. His claw flowed with a metallic luster, as if forged from steel, filled with fierce power.
*Puff!*
The next instant, Zhou Yan’s claw swept out, tearing through the void. He snapped the long saber in half and then slammed it hard into the old servant’s chest.
The old servant screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His chest caved in, his ribs shattered. His breath was faint, and he died on the spot.
*Hiss!*
In an instant, the surrounding onlookers gasped, their gazes towards Zhou Yan filled with awe and shock.
No one had expected Zhou Yan to be so powerful, his strength simply unfathomable!
“Zhou Yan, you killed the steward, my Chu family will absolutely not spare you!”
Chu Aonan’s face contorted, his expression appearing manic as he roared.
“Hahaha, what is your Chu family? You dare to hunt my brother? There is only destruction for your clan!”
Zhou Yan burst into laughter, his eyes bloodshot like a ferocious beast, instilling fear.
*Boom!*
As his words fell, he stomped his foot, shattering the floor. He moved with lightning speed, closing in on Chu Aonan in the blink of an eye and unleashing a punch.
This punch carried boundless might, seemingly capable of destroying everything.
“Block this for me!”
Chu Aonan’s pupils contracted violently. Gritting his teeth, he desperately tried to resist this punch.
But in the end, he was struck directly by the punch. His entire left arm exploded, flesh and bone scattering, blood gushing.
Chu Aonan let out a piercing wail, his face contorted in agony, on the verge of fainting.
“Chu Aonan, this is just a lesson. I warn you, if you continue to pester me, don't blame me for being ruthless and taking your life directly!”
Zhou Yan’s eyes were crimson like blood, and he said coldly, “Remember, I, Zhou Yan, keep my word!”
With that, Zhou Yan elegantly turned and left.
“Scoundrel!”
Chu Aonan’s rage flared. He stared resentfully at Zhou Yan’s retreating back, his eyes filled with malice. He hadn’t expected the outcome to be like this.
He had initially thought that by using the Spirit Devouring Ghost Saber, his strength would greatly increase, allowing him to easily crush Zhou Yan.
Alas, things did not go as planned!
“Alas, Chu Aonan, you still underestimated Zhou Yan too much!”
Suddenly, a sigh reached Chu Aonan’s ears.
“Who?!”
Chu Aonan was startled. He scanned his surroundings but found no clues.
“Chu Aonan, you lost this battle!”
A faint voice came from afar. Then, a handsome young man in a blue robe slowly approached and appeared within Chu Aonan’s sight.
“Who are you?”
Looking at the young man’s appearance, Chu Aonan’s eyebrows twitched, and he asked thoughtfully.
Zhou Yan looked at Chu Aonan indifferently.
“Chu Aonan, today, on my father’s command, I have come specifically to take your dog life, and by the way, to seize the Spirit Devouring Ghost Saber!”
Chu Aonan snorted, a sinister glint in his eyes.
“Hmph, enough nonsense, hand over your life!”
Zhou Yan snorted coldly. He brandished his silver spear, turning into an afterimage, his attack like a tidal wave.
In an instant, the silver spear and the Spirit Devouring Ghost Saber collided, emitting a sharp metallic clang.
The two fought fiercely, each move and every style containing extreme power.
“Zhou Yan, you’re only able to fight me to a draw by relying on the advantage of your weapon.”
Chu Aonan snorted. He wielded the Spirit Devouring Ghost Saber like a dragon, its blade sharp, cleaving out fierce sword light.
“Heh heh, you don’t understand. While martial skills are external, they can enhance combat power. Moreover, this saber is a Profound-tier treasure weapon, enough to kill you!”
Zhou Yan sneered. His silver spear whistled like a dragon, tearing through the void.
The two battled, locked in an intense fight, neither able to gain an advantage for a time.
“Zhou Yan, if you kill me today, I, Chu Aonan, will never rest until I have my revenge!”
Chu Aonan roared, his heart filled with hatred, completely erupting.
“Chu Aonan, my Zhou family will one day, sooner or later, destroy your Chu family and avenge my third uncle.”
Zhou Yan’s expression was stern, his gaze dark.
“Hmph, boastful words. The Zhou family is destined to decline. Even if you escape, do you think you can evade the Chu family’s pursuit?”
Chu Aonan smirked, his aura surging as he held the Spirit Devouring Ghost Saber.
In a moment, they had exchanged hundreds of blows, still without a clear victor.
Chu Aonan fought with increasing vigor, his vital energy continuously surging forth, pouring into the Spirit Devouring Ghost Saber.
Suddenly, he grunted. The ghost saber he held traced a strange arc, stabbing towards Zhou Yan’s throat.
*Chirrr!*
A strand of icy sword light burst forth, sharp and unparalleled, as if capable of cleaving the heavens.
“Die!”
Chu Aonan’s face contorted into a grimace, and he laughed heartily.
However, facing Chu Aonan’s killing blow, Zhou Yan’s expression remained calm. He swung his right leg out horizontally, the wind howling like cracking firecrackers.
Zhou Yan’s right leg kicked the tip of the saber. Instantly, Chu Aonan felt an immense, overwhelming force surge towards him. His tiger’s mouth exploded, and he was sent flying backward.
His face turned ashen. He spat out a large cloud of blood, his bones and sinews going soft. He lay on the ground, twitching.
“Chu Aonan, if you were to walk away from this today unharmed, I’d write my name backward!”
Zhou Yan’s eyes were dark and profound. He raised his head, looking down at Chu Aonan coldly.
“You… *cough cough*…”
Chu Aonan struggled to stand, his eyes filled with terror. Just as he was about to say something, his throat suddenly tasted sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of bright red blood.
This time, he was utterly defeated!
Not long ago, he had boasted of suppressing Zhou Yan, but now, the tables had turned, and he was suppressed by Zhou Yan.
“Zhou Yan, you just wait, I will definitely find you for revenge!”
Chu Aonan’s face was ferocious. After uttering these words, he dragged his battered body and fled in embarrassment, disappearing into the night.
“Chu Aonan, I believe it won’t be long before you are kneeling before me, begging for mercy!”
Seeing Chu Aonan’s retreating figure, Zhou Yan chuckled coldly. Then, his body swayed, almost falling.
“Big brother, are you alright!”
At this moment, a middle-aged man in fine robes quickly stepped forward, supported Zhou Yan, and asked with concern.
“Why are you here!”
Zhou Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the robed middle-aged man with confusion.