"What are we going to do?"
Many people around trembled, their gazes filled with fear as they looked at Zhou Yan. At this moment, Zhou Yan was like a shura.
Just then, the sound of dense hoofbeats echoed from a distant street, accompanied by shouts. Countless figures converged from all directions, many martial artists casting looks of intense hostility and even hatred towards Zhou Yan.
This was because Zhou Yan had severed their arms and legs, and destroyed their dantian, turning them into cripples who could never cultivate again.
"This brat is actually here."
"This guy is too brutal. Can't even the Dragon Tiger Guards handle him?"
"What kind of monster is this? He single-handedly wiped out the entire Dragon Tiger Guard, and even the commanders weren't his match."
Eyes fixed, they muttered among themselves.
"This..."
Zhou Yan, who had been planning to leave, showed surprise on his face upon seeing so many people arriving.
Why had they all come? Had his actions been discovered?
"You scoundrel, what are you still standing there for? Hurry and leave!"
From afar, an old man, riding a majestic white-maned lion, roared, "These people are coming for you. If you want to die, then stay here."
Hearing this, Zhou Yan snapped back to reality and immediately turned to leave.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a cold shout echoed.
Under the gaze of many, a luxurious war chariot drove from the city gate. Two people sat on the chariot, both clad in brocade robes, exuding an air of noble grace.
One of them was Zhao Qiankun, the commander of the Dragon Tiger Army, and the other was Chu Yushan, the third prince of the Heavenly Pivot Dynasty.
"Third Brother, it's this little beast."
A sharp voice came from the carriage, followed by a graceful woman who lifted the curtain, revealing a beautiful face. This woman, around twenty years old, wore a purple-red palace gown, her skin like snow. Her finely drawn eyebrows were slightly furrowed, lending her an air of heroism, while her beautiful eyes flickered with cold intent.
She stared at Zhou Yan, gritting her teeth, her eyes filled with venom. "This guy is too cruel. He crippled my hands and feet and threw me out of the royal residence."
"Don't worry, he won't survive today," Chu Yushan said faintly, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent.
"Third Brother, if you ask me, why bother with such a minor character yourself? I can defeat him in one move and let him know the price of offending us. Hmph."
Zhao Qiankun sneered, leaped off the chariot, and strode out. A domineering aura emanated from him. His sharp gaze swept towards Zhou Yan, "You little bastard, I heard you killed my son, Zhao Yifei, and crippled my sister's hands and feet. Today, I will make sure you have no burial place. I want to see who gave you the guts?"
As he finished speaking, Zhao Qiankun unleashed a palm strike. Instantly, a palm print tore through the air with a deafening roar, like a colossal mountain descending upon Zhou Yan.
Before the palm print, space warped, faintly rippling, and an overwhelming aura swept out. The surrounding martial artists immediately retreated several steps, feeling a chill in their hearts.
"This is a Nine-Star Profound Spirit Realm expert. So terrifying!"
The surrounding martial artists were dumbfounded. This aura made them feel a palpitation.
"Bang!"
Zhou Yan raised his hand and threw a punch. Brilliant golden light erupted, transforming into a golden fist print that struck towards Zhao Qiankun's palm print. The golden light shimmered, its aura imposing.
"Bang!"
The golden fist print collided with the palm print, emitting a muffled thunderous explosion as energy raged.
At this moment, violent energy spread, shaking the surrounding buildings, kicking up dust, and cracking the ground. Zhou Yan's body, however, remained unharmed.
"Stumble!"
On the contrary, Zhao Qiankun staggered backward, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with shock. His palm print was actually no match for this youth's punch. The opponent's physique was too terrifying.
"Huh? Who is this young man?"
"Such terrifying physical strength!"
"That golden fist glow just now, it seems to be a fifth-grade physique!"
The crowd marveled. This young man's physical strength was too terrifying, simply unheard of.
"Third Brother, this guy's physical strength is very frightening. Let's join forces to kill him."
Chu Yushan shouted, his eyes burning with desire, wishing he could tear Zhou Yan to shreds immediately.
"Mm, this guy's strength is indeed formidable. We must end this quickly."
Zhao Qiankun nodded in agreement. He immediately circulated the qi within his body, releasing a surge of potent energy. His aura intensified.
"You little bastard, die!"
Zhao Qiankun roared, unsheathing his saber. A sharp cold glint flashed as he swung his saber towards Zhou Yan.
"Scram!"
Zhou Yan's gaze turned icy. He stomped on the ground, causing it to crack. His body shot out like a cannonball.
A wild and ancient aura emanated from him. He threw a punch, like a roaring ancient beast.
"Whoosh!"
A piercing sonic boom sounded. Zhao Qiankun's eyes narrowed. He saw a golden fist print smashing towards him.
"Bang!"
Zhao Qiankun's saber was sent flying. The residual force of the fist print, unstoppable, crashed into Zhao Qiankun's chest. He was struck as if by a heavy blow, blood trickling from his mouth. He was sent flying backward, crashing through a nearby house, utterly defeated and landing on the ground.
"Pfft...!"
Zhao Qiankun spat blood, his eyes filled with profound shock. He had actually been unable to withstand this kid's punch. The gap was too immense.
"Hiss!"
Seeing this, all the onlookers gasped. This guy had actually defeated Commander Zhao, a Nine-Star Profound Spirit Realm expert, in a single move.
"So strong!"
The surrounding onlookers' hearts twitched. They clicked their tongues in amazement. This kid was indeed powerful, even more so than they had imagined. He was truly a direct descendant of the Zhou royal family, possessing not only monstrous talent but also extraordinary strength.
"Zhao Qiankun, you useless piece of trash."
Seeing Zhao Qiankun instantly defeated, Chu Yushan's expression turned grim.
"Miss, this kid seems to have broken through to the Innate level. His physical strength has reached the Nine-Star Profound Spirit Realm. We underestimated him," a guard captain whispered into Chu Yushan's ear.
"Damn kid."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yushan's face turned ashen. Coldness surged in her bright, clear eyes. "No matter what, I will kill him myself. I want my father to know that whoever dares to bully me will die."
"Chu Yushan, today, whoever dares to touch a single hair of my brother will die!"
Zhou Yan stepped forward, his voice cold and sharp, his eyes like those of a peerless demon lord.
"Haha, what a big mouth. How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me?"
Chu Yushan sneered repeatedly, his gaze sinister.
At this time, the crowd of onlookers from all directions grew larger and larger, their gazes converging on the scene, whispering amongst themselves.
"This guy is so arrogant, daring to speak to Chu Yushan like that."