The onslaught of demonic beasts was terrifying, capable of killing any ordinary cultivator, let alone a young man merely at the Xiantian realm.
However, at this very moment, a cold shout suddenly echoed, followed by a surge of formidable aura. A figure then appeared out of thin air in mid-air. Wielding a long sword, he unleashed a brilliant and sharp sword energy that slashed fiercely into the surging horde of demonic beasts.
The sword energy tore through the void and descended directly. Several demonic beasts at the late stage of the Demon Core realm, caught in the path of the falling sword energy, were instantly ripped in half. Blood gushed, screams wailed, and a bloody mist filled the air.
In a single exchange, over a dozen late-stage Demon Core realm beasts perished. The remaining beasts trembled, fear flashing in their eyes, and they retreated in a frenzy.
"Whoosh."
Zhou Yan stomped his foot forcefully, launching himself into the air. A long sword gripped in his hand, his true qi flowed continuously into the blade. A sword energy suddenly erupted, sweeping across the surroundings. Where the sword energy passed, it ruthlessly cleaved through the demonic beast horde.
"Pfft."
As the sword energy passed, several more late-stage Demon Core realm beasts met their demise, blood splashing and limbs flying, the stench of blood pungent.
Under these circumstances, Zhou Yan moved like lightning through the air, streaks of sword energy like flowing light slashing out, directly slaying the late-stage Demon Core realm beasts. Each descending sword energy harvested a life.
Finally, the entire horde of demonic beasts was annihilated, all killed on the plaza.
The demonic beast horde dispersed, their shrill roars fading as they vanished.
Witnessing this scene, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp, their eyes wide with astonishment.
They could never have imagined that this seemingly young man could kill so many demonic beasts with such swiftness and surprise. It was simply terrifying. No wonder this brat dared to confront the Chu family alone; he possessed such strength.
Zhou Yan landed, his body staggering a few times, appearing quite strained, yet he held his back straight. His gaze swept across the surroundings, and he let out a cold laugh, "Chu Yunlong, your Chu family's demonic beasts are truly pathetic. I intended to play with you, but I didn't expect your Chu family's beasts couldn't even withstand me. I suggest your Chu family stop bothering with the Heavenly Dipper Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation to avoid humiliation. I've long since deciphered your Chu family's Heavenly Dipper Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation. Find some new tricks."
As his words fell, Zhou Yan pointed his sword fingers at the grand gate ahead, issuing a challenge, "Chu Yunlong, get out here and die, or I'll tear down your Chu family."
"Seeking death."
Chu Yunlong's gaze darkened. He stepped forward, his figure appearing before the gate at the edge of the plaza. A vast pressure spread out. His eyes glared at Zhou Yan, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Little bastard, I didn't expect you to have some real ability. Since you dare to barge into my Chu family and cause trouble today, I will send you to the west. Kill him, grind his bones to dust, and utterly obliterate his soul."
"Rumble..."
Hearing Chu Yunlong's words, a low sound suddenly echoed from the depths of the Chu family. A vast and boundless pressure then spread, and in an instant, a colossal aura descended upon the plaza.
The next moment, a powerful pressure was released. The entire plaza instantly collapsed and shattered, dust flying, the ground cracking, and massive stones tumbling. Then, a blurry figure slowly appeared.
A blurry figure, clad in a blue robe, with hands clasped behind his back, an aura of potent and profound energy faintly emanating from him.
The moment the blurry figure appeared, Zhou Yan's gaze immediately fixed on him. His eyes twitched. This person exuded an aura not weaker than that of a Divine King realm cultivator. This blurry figure was actually a Divine King realm cultivator.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
A total of about twenty figures appeared, each radiating the aura of a Divine King realm cultivator. They then surrounded Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan looked up at the twenty-odd Divine King realm cultivators around him. The aura emanating from these Divine King realm cultivators was clearly no weaker than that of Yuan Xu realm cultivators.
"Kid, my Chu family is not a place for you to run wild." Chu Yunlong's eyes held a chilling glint, and a cold smile played on his lips. Everything was within his expectations; he had long prepared to deal with this brat.
"Is that so? Today, I will deliberately run wild. Chu Yunlong, if you have the guts, come at me yourself." Zhou Yan smiled casually, showing no fear. His gaze rippled as he said, "Today, I want to see just how much ability you truly have."
"Good boy, you're truly arrogant." Chu Yunlong's eyes twitched, and he then said, "You want to be beaten, I will oblige you. Brothers, help me capture this brat."
Upon hearing this, eight Divine King realm cultivators leaped out, each activating their primal energy, their auras soaring. The eight Divine King realm auras surged out like storms, covering the sky.
"Kid, die!"
The eight Divine King realm cultivators descended, eight torrents of primal energy pressure sweeping out. Accompanied by shouts, eight attacks simultaneously enveloped and pressed down on Zhou Yan.
Claw prints and sword energy, laced with fierce force, instantly pressed down towards Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes, his gaze focused. He stomped the ground, and a pillar of golden primal energy erupted from his body, spinning and coiling around him. At the same time, Zhou Yan slightly bent his arm and flicked his wrist, the long sword in his hand suddenly vibrating. A sword's hum rang out resonantly, and a sword energy, carrying unparalleled sharpness, directly met the onslaught.
A low sonic boom then erupted in mid-air. Ripples of energy, centered at the point of contact, spread out like a tsunami. The surrounding plaza instantly turned into ruins, the ground crumbling inch by inch, as if the end of the world had arrived.
"Stomp, stomp."
Under this collision, a fierce force sent Zhou Yan staggering backward repeatedly. With each step, he left a deep imprint in the hard plaza floor. A trace of blood then welled up in his throat.
However, Zhou Yan did not stop. He steadied himself, his eyes narrowed, and a cold smile curved his lips. Holding his precious sword, he charged towards the eight Divine King realm cultivators once more.
"Swish, swish!"
The eight Divine King realm cultivators surged forward like lightning, their hand seals shifting, primal energy gathering. This eventually transformed into eight sharp sword energies, piercing through space and descending upon Zhou Yan with the force of thunder.
At this moment, the entire plaza seemed to be swept by a fierce wind.