His eyes were bloodshot, flashing with a bloodthirsty, brutal, and crazed gaze as he stared at the Yang family patriarch, wishing he could tear him to shreds.
"Damn it!"
The Yang family patriarch cursed under his breath, filled with dread.
"You little beast, you've angered me!"
The Yang family patriarch gritted his teeth, his eyes red, staring hatefully at Zhou Yan.
"Die!"
The Yang family patriarch roared. He spread his arms, and like a swooping eagle, charged towards Zhou Yan.
*Swish!*
Instantly, he raised his palms, and streams of crimson flames spewed forth, condensing into a fire dragon that lunged at Zhou Yan.
"You're seeking death!"
Zhou Yan sneered, unafraid.
*Hiss!*
Then, he flicked his finger, and a scorching sword beam, like lightning, sliced through, piercing the fire dragon with a *putt*.
The sword beam continued unabated, sweeping across again and directly cleaving towards the Yang family patriarch's head.
"Ah!"
In an instant, a piercing wail was heard. The Yang family patriarch's head flew off, rolling onto the ground as blood gushed out.
A peak expert of the fifth level of Martial Dao Innate realm was actually killed in one move.
And he was killed by a young man around twenty years old.
It was horrifying!
*Hiss!*
Witnessing this scene, everyone present gasped in shock, their eyes filled with astonishment.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
The Yang family patriarch died with his eyes wide open, letting out an enraged roar in his final moments.
"Me? My name is Zhou Yan!"
Zhou Yan's gaze was calm as he spoke softly. Then, he turned around and looked towards the depths of the King's City.
"The Yang family of the King's City? Heh, I've got my eyes on you!"
His voice was light, but it carried a chilling killing intent.
...
"Little beast, you dare kill my son!"
Just then, a deafening roar suddenly echoed, filled with infinite malice.
*Boom!*
In an instant, the void above the King's City exploded, and a colossal pressure descended upon the area.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yan swept his gaze over and saw a burly, imposing middle-aged man descending from the sky.
The man was tall and strong, clad in silver armor, his muscles bulging. His aura was incredibly powerful, like a savage beast traversing the heavens.
"Father, save me!"
Seeing this man, the Yang family patriarch was overjoyed and cried out.
"Wretch, die!"
Beside the Yang family patriarch, the silver-armored guard leader's eyes were dark. He brandished a long spear and thrust it fiercely towards Zhou Yan.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
In the blink of an eye, three moves had passed.
Zhou Yan stood his ground, unmoving, letting the silver-armored guard leader attack, but he was completely unharmed.
"Damn it!"
The silver-armored guard leader's face was grim, and he cursed inwardly.
His full-power attack earlier had failed to even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.
"You Yang family dare to kill the direct bloodline of me, Yang Xuan! Today, I will exterminate your nine generations!"
At this moment, Zhou Yan snorted, his eyes boiling with killing intent.
*Boom!*
As his voice fell, Zhou Yan threw a punch. The wind from his fist raged, stirring up a tempestuous gale.
*Bang!*
The silver-armored guard leader was struck as if by lightning. He was sent flying backward, blood flowing from his nose and mouth, his bones audibly cracking.
"Trash!"
The Yang family patriarch cursed. He flickered, stepped forward, and his figure shot like an arrow, instantly appearing before the silver-armored guard leader.
*Whoosh!*
The next moment, he extended his withered hand, turning his palm into a fist, and smashed fiercely towards Zhou Yan.
*Boom!*
As the fist struck, Zhou Yan felt as if his chest had been hit by a hammer. He was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.
*Stomp, stomp, stomp!*
A flush appeared on Zhou Yan's face, and his body staggered, almost falling to the ground.
"Huh? Such a potent medicinal aroma!"
Suddenly, his nose twitched, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.
He saw, not far away, a purple-gold Ganoderma, swaying with spiritual light, suspended in mid-air.
This Ganoderma was dark green, crystal clear, and enveloped in mist.
Faintly, it seemed like spirit snakes were coiling around it, lifelike, as if it were a living thing.
"Hahaha, this Purple Ganoderma is worth at least a hundred thousand spirit stones!"
Seeing the Purple Ganoderma, Zhou Yan was overjoyed, his eyes gleaming.
He had once cultivated a secret technique called the "Spirit Devouring Art," which required him to consume various spirit herbs, demon cores, and spiritual marrow.
Therefore, these spirit herbs and fluids were a great supplement for him.
"Hmm?"
At the same time, a slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded.
"The Yang family has actually produced such a genius!"
In a palace, an elder in luxurious robes with a flowing white beard opened his eyes, a brilliant light shining within them.
"A pity, his talent is slightly lacking!"
The elder sighed and slowly said, "Otherwise, there would be hope of him entering the Sacred Mansion to study!"
"Alas, since I've encountered him, I shall grant him a fortuitous encounter!"
Finally, the elder sighed and walked out of the palace.
*Buzz!*
Then, he waved his sleeve, and a peculiar force spread out, enveloping the Purple Ganoderma and quickly sending it towards Zhou Yan.
*Whoosh!*
A purple ray of light flew and landed in Zhou Yan's hand.
Zhou Yan picked up the Purple Ganoderma, examined it carefully, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"It is indeed a good thing. With this Purple Ganoderma, my strength will increase considerably."
"Yang family, just wait, I'll be back soon!"
Zhou Yan curled his lips into a devilish smile and muttered to himself.
"Young sir, may I ask, what grade was the martial skill you just used?"
At this moment, a gentle and pleasant voice drifted over. A girl, graceful and elegant, approached.
She was exceptionally beautiful, her skin like snow, with bright eyes and white teeth, delicate and charming, like a fairy from a painting.
"Little girl, do you want to know?"
Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow, teasingly.
"Yes!"
The girl nodded earnestly, her pretty face blooming into a smile, her eyes full of anticipation.
"I don't mind telling you, this is a top-tier Earth-grade martial skill—the 'Spirit Devouring Art'!"
Zhou Yan grinned proudly.
"Oh!"
Upon hearing this, the girl's eyes rolled, as if she were lost in thought. After a long pause, she slowly spoke:
"Young sir, I see your talent is quite good. Are you interested in becoming my disciple?"
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yan was immediately stunned.
This girl looked sixteen or seventeen, and her strength was not weak, already reaching the Warrior realm.
Furthermore, she was graceful, elegant, and beautiful, a pleasure to behold.
Yet, she wanted to take him as her disciple.
This made Zhou Yan feel a sense of astonishment.
"What? Do you look down on me, thinking my potential isn't good enough?"
The girl pouted, appearing quite wronged.
"No, no..."
Zhou Yan waved his hand, quickly explaining, "I'm just surprised, how do you know so much at such a young age?"
"Hmph, who told you I'm very young?"
The girl snorted, pouting, and said with some displeasure, "Don't forget, I'm a Martial Master!"
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