1298: C1298 There Was No Choice

C1298 There Was No Choice

But now was not the time to worry about such things.

This was because the attacks unleashed by the Northern Dark Mountain were getting more and more terrifying. They were almost locked onto Zhou Yan, and there was no way to dodge them. The only way to deal with them was to fight them head on. Other than that, there was no other choice.

"Kill!"

With a loud roar, the muscles on Zhou Yan's entire body swelled up as blood vessels that looked like dragons appeared on the surface of his skin. At this moment, his body had become even larger than before.

At the same time, the blood in his body began to boil as his aura soared to its peak.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As Zhou Yan stomped his feet on the ground, the entire valley trembled under his feet. If it wasn't for the solid rock beneath the ground, it would have long since collapsed.

Holding the iron sword in his hand, he unleashed the Nine Moves of the Soaring Cloud.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

With a thrust of his sword, the Sword Energy was like a rainbow, incomparably sharp as it cut through the air.

This sword technique was what Zhou Yan was best at. Every move was exquisite and incomparably powerful.

Clang!

A clear sound rang out as the Northern Dark Mountain easily shattered the Sword Energy. It was completely unharmed as it slapped down.

"Puchi!"

Zhou Yan's chest exploded, and blood splattered everywhere. After suffering a heavy injury, his entire body flew out and crashed heavily onto the ground.

"He's just like an ant!"

Beiming Shan shook his head, his eyes cold as he said indifferently.

"Zhou Yan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Flamy!"

Looking at Zhou Yan who was lying in a pool of blood, Nangong Yanran and Li Yun panicked and tears flowed out of their eyes.

"Hmph, a mere trash dares to disobey me? He deserves to die!"

Beiming Shan walked to Zhou Yan's side and kicked him to the ground. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed Zhou Yan's neck, closing his fingers and preparing to break Zhou Yan's neck.

* Crack! *

Suddenly, a strange sound rang out, causing Beiming Shan's expression to change slightly.

"Eh? This kid's bones are actually so tough!"

Beiming Shan was a little surprised. His claw just now was extremely powerful, but it was blocked by Zhou Yan's bones and did not shatter on the spot.

However, Zhou Yan still did not react.

"Hehe, since your bones are so tough, I'll break them. Let's see how arrogant you can be!"

Beiming Shan sneered, clenched his fist, and punched Zhou Yan in the chest.

Bang!

Immediately, Zhou Yan's chest exploded, his ribs broke into several pieces, and his body was covered in blood. It was a shocking sight. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with the fragments of his internal organs. His face was twisted in extreme pain.

"You can't even withstand a single blow!"

Beiming Shan mocked as he waved his arm again and smashed it towards Zhou Yan.

This time, he wanted to completely kill Zhou Yan in one fell swoop, in case anything unexpected happened.

"No, I must think of a way to dodge!"

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and struggled. A trace of gloominess flashed across the depths of his eyes.

He had already resigned himself to his fate. He only hoped that he could stall for time until he achieved success in his cultivation. Then, he would take revenge and kill this vicious bitch with his own hands.

"Scram!"

At this moment of life and death, Zhou Yan roared as his body erupted with a monstrous aura. He activated the [Yuan Devouring Demonic Technique] and a ball of pitch-black mist surged out from his body.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, the spiritual energy from all directions swarmed over, gathered above Zhou Yan's head, and formed a vortex.

This scene stunned the Northern Dark Mountain for a moment.

"This young man can actually absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!"

Beiming Shan was extremely surprised. He had never heard of such a thing before.

"This young man has a secret on him. I must take him down!"

Beiming Shan's eyes darkened as his body flashed past. With the speed of a galloping horse, he struck his palm towards Zhou Yan's head.

"Hahaha! It's finally my turn to act cool."

Suddenly, a wave of excited laughter came from the small cauldron.

Bang!

In the next second, the small cauldron turned into a ray of light and landed on Zhou Yan's shoulder, emitting a sacred purple light.

"Hmm?"

Beiming Shan was stunned as he looked at the small cauldron.

Boom!

Purple light suddenly flashed as the small cauldron turned into a purple jade gourd that floated in the air and gave off a majestic aura.

Dang!

The small cauldron shook and emitted a sound that was like a large bell. It shook the surroundings like the sound of weapons clashing and the roar of ancient ferocious beasts.

In an instant, a destructive wave swept out like a storm. It instantly sent the Northern Dark Mountain flying and smashed it into a huge rock, causing dust to fly into the air.

"What's going on?"

"I'm injured!"

Beiming Shan got up with a shocked expression, as if he had just seen a ghost. He was a high-level Xiantian Realm cultivator, how could he be injured by a small cauldron?

This was unbelievable.

He looked down at the purple jade gourd with confusion.

"Could it be that this small cauldron has a special power?"

Beiming Shan's eyes twinkled as he guessed, "Maybe this small cauldron has an unusual origin and can counter the bloodline techniques of our Beiming Sect!"

"Hehe! No matter what the reason is, we won't be able to escape the fate of being suppressed today!"

Beiming Shan's eyes were cold as his body flashed and he threw out a punch.

Brrrooom!

As he threw out a punch, a strong wind blew like a tiger roaring dragons. The air trembled violently, forming circles of ripples.

In that instant, Zhou Yan's entire body trembled violently as he felt a wave of overwhelming power rushing towards him. Unable to withstand it at all, his body flew out as he spat out mouthfuls of blood.

In just a few moves, Zhou Yan had already been heavily injured.

"Northern Dark Mountain, you're really despicable, ambushing me!"

Zhou Yan cursed in extreme anger.

He clearly had the upper hand, yet Beiming Shan took the opportunity to sneak attack him. He was far too shameless.

"Despicable? You piece of trash, are you even worthy of the word despicable?"

Beiming Shan sneered. His expression was gloomy, and his killing intent was piercingly cold. He took a step forward, and with a flash, he instantly appeared in front of Zhou Yan and threw another punch.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhou Yan's eyes were about to crack as his anger burned. He roared crazily, and his eyes turned red as he threw a punch forward.

Boom!

The two fists collided with a dull sound. A huge force poured down, causing Zhou Yan's right arm to feel an intense pain, as if it had been torn off. His entire arm hung limply.

"Ah ~"

Zhou Yan let out a miserable cry as his face revealed a look of pain. His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

"Haha, trash!"

Beiming Shan laughed out loud, his eyes were full of ridicule, he approached her step by step and sneered, "Don't worry, after you die, I will treat your sister well, I will let her taste all the humiliation in the world!"

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward and swept out his right leg with a terrifying force.

"Beiming Shan, you're courting death!"

Hearing these insulting words, Zhou Yan fumed with rage. With a furious roar, the aura around his body erupted as he actually broke free from his restraints and stood up.

"Eh? There's a terrifying power hidden within this brat's body, but this power seems to have been sealed by something!" Beiming Shan frowned.

He could feel that the vitality in Zhou Yan's body was very strong, even several times stronger than an ordinary person's. However, he was unable to activate it, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

This situation was too strange.

"Kill!"2

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