"Heh... kid, you can still surrender now," the young man said again, seeing Zhou Yan being repelled.
"Surrender? Dream on! The word 'surrender' doesn't exist in my dictionary, Zhou Yan," Zhou Yan snorted coldly, then his figure flashed like lightning towards the opponent.
Swish!
Zhou Yan's speed was incredibly fast. In an instant, he was in front of the young man, gripping his long sword and thrusting it fiercely at him.
Clang!
Seeing Zhou Yan attack again, a sinister smile appeared on the young man's lips. He raised his right hand, and a black spear materialized in his grip. The spear swept out, ready to block Zhou Yan's attack. Big Wind Novel
Bang!
The spear and Zhou Yan's long sword collided fiercely, emitting a dull thud.
"Get lost!" Seeing that the young man had blocked his attack, Zhou Yan roared in anger. His body suddenly shifted two meters to the left, and his long sword cleaved towards the young man.
Boom!
The young man's expression changed drastically at Zhou Yan's move. He hurriedly swung his spear to block Zhou Yan's attack.
Clang!
Just as the young man blocked Zhou Yan's sword, the sword changed direction again, heading straight for the young man's chest.
"Damn it, does he know my weak spot?" the young man cursed inwardly, then quickly drew back his spear to parry.
Crack!
The sword and spear collided again, producing a shattering sound. The young man's spear was actually breaking into pieces!
"Impossible!" The young man cried out in shock, seeing his weapon shatter. This spear was a third-grade treasure, how could it break?
"Heh... nothing is impossible," Zhou Yan said with a faint smile.
"Hmph! Your sword is indeed powerful, but my spear is a third-grade treasure. What does it matter if it breaks?" the young man's eyes flashed with cold light, and he snorted.
"Heh... we'll see!" Zhou Yan sneered dismissively and attacked the young man again.
Clang clang clang!
Zhou Yan's speed was astonishing. Almost every strike caused the young man's spear to break. In a short while, all of the young man's weapons were shattered, leaving him with only a short knife.
"Bastard, if I don't kill you today, I swear I'm not human!" the young man roared in fury, then his body transformed into an afterimage as he charged at Zhou Yan.
Holding the short knife, the young man attacked Zhou Yan from top to bottom with vicious intent.
Clang!
Facing the young man's ferocious saber strike, Zhou Yan unhesitatingly unleashed a palm strike, meeting it head-on.
Boom!
Zhou Yan and the young man's palms collided, erupting in a deafening blast. The young man was sent flying back, crashing to the ground ten feet away. He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and slumped to the ground, looking dispirited.
By this time, the young man's right hand was already a bloody mess, with even his white bones visible. It was clearly broken.
"Cough cough... How can you have such strong combat power?" The young man struggled to his feet, looking at Zhou Yan with utter shock.
"Enough nonsense, die!" Zhou Yan gave the young man no chance to speak, his long sword whistling as he attacked again.
Puchi!
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yan's sword sliced into the young man's body once more, piercing deep within and heavily wounding him.
"Cough cough... You dare to injure me..." The young man lay on the ground in agony, gasping for breath and speaking with great difficulty.
"Hmph!" Zhou Yan paid no attention to the young man's words. He directly pulled out his sword, a string of blood blooming, then turned and left. Such a trashy enemy didn't even pique his interest, and he couldn't be bothered to waste time on him.
"Cough cough! Cough cough..." Seeing Zhou Yan walk away, the young man endured the pain from his wounds, struggled to his feet, and stumbled after him.
"Hahaha... kid, you can't escape. Even if you're at the ninth stage of the Martial Apprentice realm, you won't escape death today," the young man said through gritted teeth, stumbling as he pursued.
Whoosh!
However, just as the young man was about to catch up to Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan's figure vanished from his spot. The young man immediately stopped and looked around, searching for Zhou Yan's trace.
"Since you refuse to show yourself, then I'll kill him." Suddenly, the young man's gaze fell on a stone tablet next to Zhou Yan's corpse.
The young man slowly walked to the stone tablet, then bent down, picked up the dagger from the ground, and suddenly raised his head. A ferocious expression contorted his face as he fiercely plunged the dagger towards the stone tablet.
Ding!
Just as the dagger was half a foot from the stone tablet, the young man's wrist was firmly grasped by a hand as strong as iron pincers.
"Hmph?" The sudden turn of events shocked the young man. However, after reacting, his expression became even more ferocious.
"Let go of me!" The young man struggled violently, trying to break free from Zhou Yan's grip, but to no avail. He yelled in anger.
"If you want to live, then tell me honestly who sent you. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless," Zhou Yan said coldly, tightening his grip on the young man's wrist.
"You want to know? Go ask the King of Hell in the underworld!" The young man snorted, a shadow flashing in his eyes. He then erupted with a powerful aura, attempting to break free from Zhou Yan's restraint and rush out.
Puchi!
Just as the young man unleashed his true cultivation, the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air was heard. Then, the young man felt a sharp pain at his neck.
Puchi!
Zhou Yan drew his sword again, slitting the young man's throat. Blood gushed out, and the young man's life force instantly dissipated. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, his breathing ceased.
"These fellows were indeed prepared. There was even a master at the Martial Disciple realm lying in ambush. I must be careful," Zhou Yan muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.
"Eh! This person's identity seems no simple. He actually possesses the demon core of a fifth-level demon beast!" Suddenly, Zhou Yan noticed a red bead floating quietly at the young man's brow, emitting a dazzling red light as if it were about to turn the young man blood-red.
"Could this be a relic left by a Martial Master? Perhaps I can trade it for something," Zhou Yan's eyes sparkled as he stared at the demon core, muttering softly and storing it into his system backpack.
As soon as Zhou Yan took the demon core, he saw a group of masked men in black surrounding him from all directions.