Zhou Yan looked at Li Yang, who had fallen to the ground, his gaze utterly cold.
Zhou Yan was indeed worthy of being the third-ranked expert among the Twelve Star Generals. Although it was only one move, Li Yang was already severely wounded and on the verge of death.
"Zhou Yan, even if I die, I will drag you down with me!" Li Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a mad glint flashing in his eyes.
"Since you wish to court death, I shall fulfill your wish." A chilling expression spread across Zhou Yan's face.
The next moment, Zhou Yan's figure, like a phantom, appeared directly before Li Yang and brought down a palm strike.
With this palm strike, if it landed squarely, Li Yang's body would likely turn into fragments!
Zhou Yan's eyes were filled with mockery. He knew very well that Li Yang was absolutely incapable of withstanding this palm.
Li Yang also understood his predicament. A flicker of madness crossed his eyes as he suddenly looked up. A surge of extremely powerful spiritual energy erupted. The veins on his arms bulged, clearly indicating he was using his last ounce of strength, intending to fight to the death.
"Boom!"
The two palms collided. Li Yang's figure was once again sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
However, all of this was not enough to make him surrender.
"My strength is far beyond your imagination!" Zhou Yan's voice rang out, "Today, I will kill you!"
Zhou Yan stomped his foot and charged towards Li Yang again. Each punch he threw carried destructive power that made one's heart tremble.
"Ah..."
Li Yang let out a pained scream, his eyes filled with despair.
Zhou Yan continued to rain down punches. The sound of Li Yang's bones breaking grew louder and louder, yet his eyes remained fixed on Zhou Yan, filled with an unyielding will.
"Zhou Yan, even if I die, I will drag you to hell with me!"
Finally, Li Yang could no longer endure Zhou Yan's assault. He spat out a large pool of blood, his vision darkened, and he fainted.
At this moment, Li Yang was covered in wounds, his body dripping with blood, on the brink of death.
What he didn't know was that Zhou Yan's strength was far beyond his imagination.
Zhou Yan was already the third-ranked among the Twelve Star Generals, his strength unfathomable. Moreover, Zhou Yan, ranked fourth among the Twelve Star Generals, practiced a cultivation technique that greatly increased his speed of strength advancement.
Therefore, Zhou Yan had been able to subdue Li Yang with such ease earlier.
However, Zhou Yan did not intend to let Li Yang go. He still needed to obtain more information from him.
Zhou Yan placed Li Yang into his storage ring, preparing to leave.
But then, suddenly, Zhou Yan's pupils contracted. He felt as if he were being bound by something!
"Hmm?" Zhou Yan turned around, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings. Finding nothing, he prepared to return to his original position. But then he discovered that his ankle was entwined with a silver chain.
At the other end of the silver chain was a slender iron hook.
Zhou Yan's expression immediately turned grim.
"Who? Get out here!"
Zhou Yan roared, but received no response whatsoever.
Zhou Yan snorted coldly, waved his right hand, and directly severed the silver chain. He then prepared to continue on his way.
But as he turned, the expression on his face suddenly froze, even showing disbelief.
Because, before his eyes, a figure had appeared at some point. The person was tall and straight, wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses that obscured his face.
In the person's hand was a dagger, emanating a chilling, bone-piercing coldness.
"Zhou Yan, long time no see. Hope you've been well."
The man said indifferently. A powerful pressure enveloped Zhou Yan, making him feel suffocated.
"Who are you?" Zhou Yan's voice was filled with intense vigilance and uncertainty. He had a vague feeling that this person was very familiar.
"You don't need to know. Just know that I'm here to kill you." The man sneered, his right hand gripping the hilt of his knife and suddenly lunging forward!
The man's body was as agile as a leopard, his speed incredibly fast. He instantly appeared before Zhou Yan and thrust his dagger down fiercely.
"Screech!"
The dagger pierced Zhou Yan's shoulder directly, and blood splattered out.
This scene happened too quickly. Before Zhou Yan could react, he had already been struck in the shoulder. His strength, far exceeding that of his peers, had actually failed to evade the man's attack.
"Who are you?" Zhou Yan's expression turned unsightly. He could clearly sense that this time, he had encountered a formidable opponent, and one whose strength was not inferior to his own!
The man's eyes were filled with playfulness.
"You are not yet qualified to know my name. However, your strength is indeed formidable, worthy of being the fourth-ranked expert among the Twelve Star Generals!" the man said slowly, his tone filled with arrogance.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's brows immediately knitted together, a deep anger surfacing. He, the dignified fourth-ranked among the Twelve Star Generals, was considered an outstanding figure among them, yet now, someone dared to say he was not worthy of knowing his name? How could he tolerate this?
"Who are you? How dare you act so arrogant in front of me!" Zhou Yan roared, strong true essence surging from his body. He then slapped out!
This palm strike contained Zhou Yan's immense power. If it had landed, it would have surely pulverized the opponent into a bloody pulp!
However, this palm strike did not connect with the man's body.
"Hmm, interesting!"
This time, a look of surprise finally appeared on Zhou Yan's face. He felt as if his palm strike had landed on empty air.
Zhou Yan frowned, and then a dazzling golden light erupted from his body, enveloping him completely.
In the next second, Zhou Yan unleashed his martial skill—Golden Bell Shield!
Golden Bell Shield was a defensive martial skill, and when cultivated to its extreme, it could even deflect weapons.
"Boom!"
A tremendous force swept out from Zhou Yan's body. A golden shield of light instantly formed around Zhou Yan, protecting him securely.
"Bang!"
At this moment, a huge gap appeared on the golden shield, and then a figure was shot out from within the shield, landing hundreds of meters away.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood erupted from Zhou Yan's mouth, and a bloody hole the size of a bowl appeared on his chest.
This move was the peerless divine ability of the Golden Bell Shield, but its activation caused immense damage.
Zhou Yan's body involuntarily staggered back a few steps, his face contorted in pain.