1303: C1303 I've Heard a Little about It

C1303 I've Heard a Little about It

"Oh? So this guy is actually Bei Minghan's junior brother. No wonder he's so arrogant." Zhou Yan suddenly came to a realization. He had also heard of this matter before.

It was said that when Beiming Han was eight years old, he accidentally entered the depths of the Desolate Ancient Forest and was lucky enough to find a fortuitous encounter that caused his cultivation to rise by leaps and bounds. At the age of twelve, he had reached the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm and became the brightest pearl of the Northern Dark Mountain Palace.

However, the stronger Beiming Han's talent was, the more trouble he could cause. There was a period of time where the Northern Dark Mountain Palace was in chaos and had made countless enemies.

"Bei Minghan? Wasn't he expelled from the mountain? Why did he come back?" Zhou Yan frowned.

This Bei Minghan had been traveling for many years. His cultivation had improved at a lightning speed, but he was bloodthirsty and tyrannical. He had once killed hundreds of people in Nanyang County and committed a heinous crime.

However, it was precisely because of this that Beiming Han was chased out by the Northern Dark Mountain Palace.

However, he didn't expect Beiming Han to run out instead of staying in the Northern Dark Mountain Palace to recover. He really wasn't scared of death!

Zhou Yan shook his head and sneered in his heart.

"Since your Patriarch isn't willing to come out and see me, then I'll kill all of you and personally pay him a visit!"

With that, Zhou Yan's figure flashed as he charged towards the guards.

Bang, bang, bang...

His speed was as fast as lightning, and his punches were sharp. With every punch he threw out, a guard would be sent flying and die on the spot.

"Bastard thing, don't you dare run rampant!"

"Today, this old man will take your head!"

Zhao Haifeng and the other seven guards were all furious and rushed towards Zhou Yan.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yan let out a cold snort and threw out a punch. The powerful fist force blasted the seven guards away, causing their bones to crack and blood to spurt out from their mouths.

The weakest of these seven people was a late stage Divine King. Unfortunately, in front of Zhou Yan, they were nothing and could be easily killed.

"Hmm? No, your cultivation..."

Suddenly, Zhao Haifeng's eyes widened as he looked at Zhou Yan in shock.

At this moment, the aura of Zhou Yan's cultivation had reached the peak of the Pre-Natal Realm, exactly the same as his.

"Impossible, how did your cultivation increase so quickly?" Zhao Haifeng stared at Zhou Yan in shock and bewilderment.

One had to know that he had cultivated bitterly for more than ten years, and his cultivation had remained at the peak of the Houtian stage, unable to break through. But Zhou Yan was only sixteen years old, and his cultivation was actually stronger than his?

"Hehe!"

Zhou Yan smiled faintly and said, "Bei Minghan, I'll give you three seconds to get out here and face your death! Otherwise, don't blame me for exterminating your entire family!"

"You... How did you know the name of the Patriarch?" Zhao Haifeng's pupils contracted as he was shocked.

"Hmph, a mere Palace Lord of the Northern Dark Mountain is worthy of me remembering his name?"

Zhou Yan's eyes were cold. He took a step forward and turned into a ray of light. In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the crowd and started a cruel massacre.

"Puchi!"

"Puchi!"

His fists were as fast as lightning. Every time he waved them, someone would fall. In a short period of time, other than Zhao Haifeng, all the other guards died under Zhou Yan's iron fists.

As Zhou Yan's palm struck out, Zhao Haifeng's body exploded, and he was deader than dead.

"Hiss!"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air as their faces turned pale.

Zhao Haifeng had killed all of them in the blink of an eye by himself. This strength had exceeded their imagination.

"What terrifying strength! Could he be the recently famous Zhou Yan?"

"Zhou Yan? The maniac who dared to reject the marriage of the Holy Maiden?"

"I heard that he has already advanced to the Innate Martial Master Realm? This is big trouble."

... "

... Everyone whispered, their eyes flashing with fear.

Although Zhou Yan was very strong, he was only one person after all. There were hundreds of guards in the Northern Underworld Mountain Palace. Once they all came out, even Martial Masters would die on the spot.

"Zhou Yan, how dare you trespass into the Northern Mountain Prefecture!"

"Kill him and take revenge for the guards!"

Waves of roars could be heard as countless guards swarmed over from all directions. Sabers, spears, swords, and halberds smashed down from all directions.

"You're courting death!"

Zhou Yan's expression was cold and fearless. Facing the attacks that filled the sky, he used the Middle-Grade Xuan Rank cultivation technique, the Dragon Taming Technique, and dodged the attacks. Then, he formed a seal with his hands and circulated his True Yuan to push into the distance.

"Roar!"

A golden Flood Dragon instantly roared and released a terrifying whirlwind that turned the air around it into chaos.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Several dozen guards instantly screamed as they were swept away by the whirlwind. Their bodies exploded into meat paste, and not even their bones were left.

"Arghh!"

Seeing this, the other guards were scared out of their wits and started to run. Some of the more cowardly ones even kneeled on the ground and begged for mercy.

However, this didn't change their miserable ending.

Zhou Yan reacted quickly and used the [Wind Riding Technique]. Like a ghost, he moved through the crowd and killed dozens of guards in the span of a few breaths.

"This... What kind of secret technique is this? It's so strange and unpredictable." Zhao Haifeng was shocked and felt a chill run down his spine.

Zhou Yan was too strong. He had completely crushed him, causing him to feel a sense of despair.

"Now, it's your turn!"

The corner of Zhou Yan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile. He immediately punched out, causing the air to tremble and the air to vibrate. Strands of incomparably sharp Qi surged, as if a giant hammer was smashing down.

At this moment, Zhao Haifeng revealed a look of despair. He tried his best to block the attack, but unfortunately, his defense was as weak as paper and was instantly penetrated.

"Bam!"

A powerful force hit Zhao Haifeng's chest and sent him flying. He landed on the ground and blood leaked from his mouth.0

"Cough! Cough!"

Zhao Haifeng struggled to get up and spat out a mouthful of blood. His clothes were tattered and tattered, and he didn't have any dignity left.

Zhou Yan walked over, looked down at Zhao Haifeng coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Where's Beiming Han?"

"He..." Zhao Haifeng raised his head and looked at Zhou Yan with a complicated expression. He wanted to say something but stopped himself.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Kill me!"

"Hmm?"

Hearing that, Zhou Yan's face darkened.

He did not expect Zhao Haifeng to be so stubborn.

"Aren't you going to say it?" Zhou Yan sneered, and stomped down with his foot. With a cracking sound, all the bones in Zhao Haifeng's body shattered inch by inch, and he died on the spot.

An expert of the Pre-Natal Realm was as weak as an ant in front of Zhou Yan, unable to resist at all.

"It seems that the forces that you have secretly nurtured over the years are indeed extraordinary. You actually managed to gather so many experts."

Zhou Yan swept his gaze across Zhao Haifeng's corpse, the corner of his mouth forming a cold arc.

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