1300: C1300 Words Regal

C1300 Words Regal

Beiming Shan licked his lips and laughed as he continued, "At that time, you and I will be able to suppress everyone and look down on the entire Imperials. We might even have a chance to become Sovereigns."

Hearing that, Zhou Yan's face darkened, and his eyes turned cold as he said coldly: "Old thing, you want to kill me?"

"Hahaha..." Beiming Shan laughed out loud, shook his head and said: "Why would I kill you? I will slowly torture you and let you know what it means to beg for death!"

"Enjoy it."

After that, Beiming Shan ignored Zhou Yan and turned to leave the valley. He prepared to return to the palace and cultivate in seclusion to refine the power of the Dragon Vein.

He believed that with his talent and foundation, he would soon be able to advance to the Grandmaster Stage.

Once he became a Grandmaster, he would be able to fight against the three Sacred Lords of the empire and dominate the entire Southern Ridge.

"No!"

Seeing that, Zhou Yan stood up anxiously and chased after the Northern Dark Mountain. He did not want to sit still and wait for death.

"Brat, you want to run?"

Beiming Shan turned around and looked at Zhou Yan's actions. He sneered as he quickened his pace, instantly closing the distance between the two of them.

"Little bastard, you still want to escape? Surrender obediently and follow me back to the capital. Perhaps I can spare your dog life."

Beiming Shan spread out his arms like an eagle hunting a rabbit. His figure was as fast as lightning as he flashed several meters in an instant, blocking Zhou Yan's path.

"Beiming Shan, don't even think about it!"

Zhou Yan let out a low shout as he exerted strength in his legs and exploded with extreme strength. He struck out fiercely like a hammer striking a drum.

This time, Zhou Yan used all his strength to execute the Zhou Family's secret technique, the Eight Trigrams Roaming Dragon Fist. The force of his fist soared into the sky, creating a gust of wind that enveloped the Northern Dark Mountain.

"You're courting death!"

Beiming Shan raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with killing intent. He struck out with his palm, and the wind from his palm was cold, like a blade cutting through the air. It made a whistling sound, like the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves, and it was soul-stirring.

The two of them clashed fiercely, causing the sky to darken and the earth to darken. Zhou Yan was forced to take a few steps back, his vitality rolling around, and his face turned even paler.

On the other hand, the Northern Dark Mountain was still unharmed and calm. It was obvious who was stronger.

"Zhou Yan, I advise you to be sensible and surrender obediently!"

Beiming Shan glanced at him and said coldly.

"Beiming Shan, you're too weak!"

Suddenly, Zhou Yan raised his head. His eyes were filled with a purple-gold light and revealed a trace of strangeness, causing Beiming Shan's heart to tremble.

"This is... the mark of the Dragon Soul!"

Beiming Shan's eyes were dull as he shouted in a daze, "You... You have the mark of the Dragon Soul, and you are actually a member of the Zhou Imperial Family. How is this possible..."

"My grandfather is the Ancestor, the Nine-Five Sovereign. How dare you betray the Zhou Imperial Family? You deserve to die ten thousand times."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan's face turned sinister, and his eyes revealed killing intent. With a shake of his right hand, a black dagger appeared.

Puff!

With the dagger in his hand, he suddenly stabbed it into the left shoulder of Beiming Shan. Immediately, blood splattered all over and dyed his clothes red, causing Zhou Yan's eyes to reveal a bloodthirsty expression.

At this moment, Zhou Yan had completely gone berserk!

Zhou Yan's eyes were bloodshot and filled with killing intent, as if he was a Demon God. He exerted force with his fingers, and the dagger spun. He forcefully dug out a piece of flesh from the Northern Dark Mountain, causing blood to flow.

"Hmm... Ah... Bastard, little bastard, I'll kill you."

With the intense pain, Beiming Shan's entire body trembled as he roared towards the sky. He was extremely angry and wanted to tear Zhou Yan into pieces and peel off his skin to vent the hatred in his heart.

Unfortunately, he was wrapped by the power of the Dragon Vein, and his injuries were serious. At this moment, his combat strength was only thirty percent of his peak, so how could he be a match for Zhou Yan?

After a while, Beiming Shan fell to the ground. His chest was caved in, and he was panting heavily. His entire body was covered in blood, and he was on the verge of death.

"Cough, cough..."

"Little bastard, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost." Beiming Shan gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Yan with hatred.

"Beiming Shan, your soul also belongs to me," Zhou Yan's indifferent voice sounded.

"No... You can't kill me."

Hearing Zhou Yan's words, Beiming Shan was scared out of his wits. He felt a deep fear and begged, "I am an elder of the Northern Ocean Royal Family, and my status is extraordinary. If you kill me, the Northern Ocean Royal Family will definitely not let you go."

"The Northern Ocean Imperial Family?"

Zhou Yan laughed coldly and said: "Since that's the case, then let the Northern Ocean Imperial Family come and take revenge on me."

"Little bastard, I curse you..."

Northern Ocean Mountain's eyes were about to explode as he roared hysterically.

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, his mute acupoint was sealed by Zhou Yan, and his voice stopped abruptly.

After that, Zhou Yan grabbed Beiming Shan's arm and dragged him forward.

"Brat, I won't let you go... Ahhh!" Beiming Shan panicked and screamed as his voice gradually faded away.

"My Dantian is about to explode..."

"Am I going to die?"

Zhou Yan's face turned ashen as his forehead was covered in sweat. His heart was filled with sorrow.

In the end, this body was unable to withstand the corrosion of the Dragon Vein's power, and was on the verge of collapse. If he did not deal with it soon, his body would explode sooner or later.

Furthermore, he was currently heavily injured and couldn't even defeat ordinary people. He was simply unable to resist the corrosion of the Dragon Vein. Once it exploded, he would definitely die.

"Huff..."

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, his gaze was firm, he gritted his teeth and said: "Although the power of the Dragon Vein is strong, it does not belong to me in the end. Once it disappears, my cultivation will be crippled."

"So, even if I die, I will fight to the end!"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Yan's gaze focused as he looked in the direction where the Northern Dark Mountain had disappeared and muttered to himself, "When I recover my cultivation, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!"

"Now, I will refine your Dragon Vein first."

Zhou Yan's eyes burned with passion as he slowly walked to the side of the Northern Dark Mountain. He squatted down, pressed his hand on the head of the Northern Dark Mountain, and started to activate the Spirit Devouring Technique.

In an instant, a vast and pure true essence appeared and continuously poured into Zhou Yan's body, into his Dantian, and into his Dantian.

This true essence was even stronger than the power of the Dragon Vein from before. As soon as it fused, it became restless, as if it couldn't wait to break free from the seal and escape Zhou Yan's Dantian.2

Zhou Yan understood that this was because his cultivation was too low and he was unable to control this power. Once he broke through the bottleneck, he would be able to truly control this power.

Therefore, the most important thing right now was to absorb the power of the Dragon Vein and increase his strength. Only then would he be able to secure victory.

"Swallow!"

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and crazily activated his cultivation technique. He guided the power of the Dragon Vein to flow along his eight extraordinary meridians.

Waves of warm energy flowed through his meridians, making Zhou Yan feel extremely comfortable, as if he was bathing in spring rain. It was warm and comfortable, and he felt as if he was floating in the air.

After a moment, Zhou Yan's skin began to glow like fine jade, emitting a crystal clear texture. It was as if it was made of Glaze's precious jade, shining with a bright light.

"This is the power of the Dragon Vein, it is indeed extraordinary."

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