1195: C1195 It Was Obvious Who Was Stronger

C1195 It Was Obvious Who Was Stronger

On the other hand, Zhou Yan's body only trembled slightly before he stabilized his body. His expression did not change at all.

It was obvious who was superior!

Chu Aonan had lost!

Chu Aonan's expression was bitter. His fingers that were holding the sword hilt had turned white due to using too much force.

"As expected of a direct descendant of a Martial Lord, to be able to fight me to a standstill!"

Zhou Yan's gaze was solemn. The potential that Chu Aonan had displayed was completely beyond common sense. Once such a person broke through to the Martial Master realm, his strength would definitely soar.

Such a person could not be left alive!

"Chu Aonan, since you're so stubborn, let me send you on your way."

Zhou Yan's eyes flashed as he stomped his feet on the ground and pounced towards Chu Aonan once again.

"Don't hurt my young master!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from afar as an old servant rushed over.

This old servant was the leader of the Chu Family's guards and his strength had reached the sixth layer of the Martial Disciple Realm.

"Zhou Yan, die!"

The old servant roared as he held the long blade in his hand and released a terrifying blade aura, slashing towards Zhou Yan.

"Humph, you're courting death!"

Zhou Yan's expression was cold as his eyes were filled with killing intent.

His five fingers were tightly clenched into a claw. The claw was flowing with a metallic luster, as if it was made of steel and filled with a tyrannical power.

Gengci!

In the next moment, Zhou Yan waved his claw and actually tore through the air, breaking the long blade in half at the waist. Immediately after, he fiercely slammed it onto the old servant's chest.

The old servant screamed as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest caved in and his sternum shattered. He died on the spot.

Hiss!

In that instant, the surrounding spectators all gasped and looked at Zhou Yan with shock.

No one expected Zhou Yan's strength to be so deep and immeasurable!

"Zhou Yan, if you kill the butler, my Chu Family will never forgive you!"

Chu Aonan's face twisted as he roared like a madman.

"Hahaha, who cares about the Chu Family? If you dare to chase after my brother, you will be exterminated!"

Zhou Yan burst into gales of laughter as his eyes turned bloodshot like those of a ferocious beast, causing others to tremble in fear.

* Boom! *

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his foot on the ground, causing the floor to shatter. With a speed as fast as lightning, he closed in on Chu Aonan in the blink of an eye and threw a punch.

This punch contained boundless Magnificent Power and seemed to be able to destroy everything.

"Block it!"

Chu Aonan's pupils contracted violently. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to block the punch.

However, in the end, he was hit by the punch and his left arm exploded. Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Arghh! Chu Aonan howled as his face twisted and he almost fainted from the pain.

"Chu Aonan, this is just a lesson. I'm warning you, if you keep bothering me, don't blame me for taking your life!"

Zhou Yan's eyes were as red as blood as he said coldly, "Remember, I, Zhou Yan, will keep my word!"

With that, Zhou Yan turned around and left.

"Bastard!"

Chu Aonan's anger soared to the sky as he stared hatefully at Zhou Yan's back. His eyes were filled with incomparable hatred. He did not expect that the final outcome would be like this.

He originally thought that after using the Spirit Devouring Ghost Sword, his strength would increase greatly and he would be able to easily suppress Zhou Yan.

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished!

"Ai, Chu Aonan, you still underestimate Zhou Yan too much!"

Suddenly, a sigh entered Chu Aonan's ears.

"Who is it?!"

Chu Aonan was shocked. He looked around but did not find any clues.

"Chu Aonan, you've lost this battle!"

A faint voice sounded from afar, and then a handsome male in a green shirt slowly walked over and appeared in Chu Aonan's line of sight.

"Who are you?"

Chu Aonan raised his eyebrows and asked after seeing the youth's appearance.

Zhou Yan looked at Chu Aonan indifferently.

"Chu Aonan, today, under my father's orders, I came here to take your dog life and seize the Devouring Spirit Ghost Sword!"

Chu Aonan snorted coldly as a sinister look flashed across his eyes.

"Hmph, cut the crap and hand over your life!"

Zhou Yan let out a cold snort and waved the silver spear in his hand, turning into an afterimage as he attacked like a tide.

In that instant, the silver spear and the Devouring Spirit Ghost Sword clashed and released a piercing golden sound.

The two of them fought fiercely, and every move and move contained extreme power.

"Zhou Yan, you only barely managed to fight me to a draw by relying on the advantage of your weapon."

Chu Aonan coldly snorted as he waved the Spirit Devouring Ghost Sword in his hand like a dragon. The blade was sharp as it slashed out with a sharp sword light.

"Hehe, you don't understand. Although martial arts are items, they can increase battle power. Furthermore, this sword is a Mystic Rank weapon, so it's enough to kill you!"

Zhou Yan laughed in disdain. His silver spear whistled like a flood dragon, tearing through the void.

The two of them fought fiercely, unable to determine the victor.

"Zhou Yan, you killed me today. I, Chu Aonan, cannot live under the same sky as you!"

Chu Aonan roared, his heart filled with hatred.

"Chu Aonan, my Zhou Family will destroy your Chu Family one day and avenge Third Uncle."

Zhou Yan's expression was cold and his eyes were gloomy.

"Hmph, you sure know how to boast. The Zhou Family is destined to decline. Even if you manage to escape by a fluke, do you think you can escape the Chu Family's investigation?"

Chu Aonan had a cold smile as he held the Soul Devouring Ghost Sword.

In an instant, the two had exchanged several hundred moves and the result was still the same.

The more Chu Aonan fought, the more courageous he became, and the Yuan Qi within his body poured into the Soul Devouring Ghost Sword.

Suddenly, he let out a low shout as the Ghost Sword in his hand drew a strange arc in the air and stabbed towards Zhou Yan's throat.

Swish!

A cold sword light shot out. It was incomparably sharp, as if it could cut through the sky.

"Die!"

Chu Aonan revealed a ferocious expression and laughed.

However, facing Chu Aonan's killing blow, Zhou Yan's expression remained indifferent. He kicked out with his right leg, causing a strong gust of wind to blow like firecrackers.

As Zhou Yan's right leg kicked the tip of the sword, Chu Aonan immediately felt a tremendous force that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. The web between his thumb and index finger exploded as he was sent flying by the kick.

His face was pale as he opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of blood mist. His entire body felt weak as he laid on the ground, twitching.

"Chu Aonan, if you're safe and sound today, I'll write my name upside down!"

Zhou Yan's eyes were gloomy as he raised his head and stared coldly at Chu Aonan.

"You... Cough, cough..."

Chu Aonan struggled to stand up. His eyes were filled with fear. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This time, he had really been defeated!

Not long ago, he had even threatened to suppress Zhou Yan. Now, however, he had been completely suppressed by Zhou Yan.

"Zhou Yan, just you wait. I will definitely take revenge on you!"

Chu Aonan's face was ferocious as he threw down those words. He dragged his injured body and left in a sorry state, disappearing into the night.

"Chu Aonan, I believe it won't be long before you kneel before me and beg for mercy!"

Seeing Chu Aonan's background, Zhou Yan sneered. Then, his body swayed and he almost fell down.

"Big brother, are you alright?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in embroidered clothes rushed forward and supported Zhou Yan as he asked with concern.

"Why are you here?"

Zhou Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the middle-aged man in embroidered clothes in confusion.1

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