1217: C1217 Recovery Ability

C1217 Recovery Ability

The smile on the King of Hell's face grew wider, like a viper's.

"What method?" Zhou Yan frowned and asked.

"Submit to me and become my subordinate, and I'll spare your life." The King of Hell laughed strangely as he licked his scarlet tongue and laughed sinisterly.

Zhou Yan laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

King Yama's face darkened as he shouted, "What? Don't tell me you don't want to submit to me?"

After saying that, King Yama suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed forward.

As King Yama moved, the entire space trembled.

A terrifying pressure surged in all directions.

In an instant, all the flowers and trees nearby withered and became dead-silent.

Even the hard ground couldn't withstand the pressure and started to crack into pieces.

"Die!"

King Yama laughed as he extended his fingers like an eagle claw.

Whoosh!

An invisible suction force appeared out of nowhere and firmly imprisoned Zhou Yan.

"Ah!"

Zhou Yan cried out in alarm as the bones in his body emitted crackling sounds as if they were about to be crushed.

This situation continued for more than ten seconds before Zhou Yan slowly regained his ability to move.

With his legs bent, he half-knelt on the ground, sweat dripping down his forehead as he panted heavily.

"Haha, you really are a piece of trash. You actually dare to fight with me with just this bit of strength?"

King Yama didn't give up and took another step forward.

He punched out, bringing with it the sound of thunder, directly striking Zhou Yan's chest.

In that instant, Zhou Yan let out a muffled groan as he spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying several meters away.

"* Cough! *"

Just as Zhou Yan stabilized himself, he spat out another large mouthful of blood. His face was pale white and his expression was weak.

"Haha, do you think you'll win for sure? You're too naive."

King Yama stepped on Zhou Yan's back and mocked him wantonly.

"You... What exactly do you want?"

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

"Humph, I already said that I wanted you to be my slave, but you didn't agree and insisted on forcing me to kill you. What crime should you commit?"

King Yama's face was filled with ruthlessness as he stared at Zhou Yan with a bloodthirsty gaze.

"If I submit to you, will you let me go?"

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Of course, as long as you are willing to submit to me obediently, I promise that I will never hurt your family or friends."

King Yama grinned, revealing a row of white teeth as he spoke slowly.

"However, the prerequisite is that you must submit to me."

King Yama continued.

"Hmph, since that's the case, I would rather die in battle than become your slave."

Zhou Yan's eyes were cold as he rejected him without hesitation.

King Yama's expression changed. He did not expect Zhou Yan to be so decisive.

"Since that's the case, go to hell!"

Suddenly, King Yama's gaze turned sharp as he raised his hand and slapped towards Zhou Yan.

As his palm struck out, the wind from his palm surged, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, causing him to feel suffocated.

Zhou Yan did not even have the time to resist before he was slammed onto the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was heavily injured.

King Yama looked down at Zhou Yan with a cold gaze and said indifferently:

"How dare you, an ant, disobey me?"

King Yama's eyes were cold as his tone was filled with disdain.

"Cough ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Although my Zhou family is just a normal family, we have guts. You won't be able to kill me today."

Zhou Yan coughed violently. With great difficulty, he raised his head and looked at the King of Hell with a burning gaze. He was not afraid at all.

"Hmph, you ant, you are really stubborn."

King Yama's eyes were cold. His right foot lightly stomped on the ground, and a ball of yellow sand rushed out from under his feet, lifting his body up into the air.

King Yama clenched his right fist, and the Yuan Qi within his body surged into his fist.

"Nine Twist Golden Body Technique!"

King Yama roared as a set of golden armor appeared around his body and gave off a bright light.

At this moment, his aura rose steadily, as if the Demon God had descended.

"This is... a martial skill?"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yan's pupils contracted as his eyes revealed shock.

"Hahaha, at least you have some knowledge. This is the Nine Transformations Golden Body Technique that I have cultivated for many years."

King Yama laughed proudly, then his body flashed, turning into a ray of light, and arrived in front of Zhou Yan in the blink of an eye.

"Die.

King Yama's eyes revealed a cold light, and he punched out with a heavy force towards Zhou Yan's head.

If he were to hit Zhou Yan, his head would definitely be bleeding and he might even die on the spot.

Zhou Yan's heart trembled as his muscles tensed up, preparing to block this fatal blow.

"No matter who you are, you will only die if you dare to provoke my Zhou Family."

Zhou Yan thought to himself. His expression remained calm and did not panic.

Boom!

Just as King Yama's fist was about to land, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

That was because, in front of him, a black spear tip suddenly appeared.

The speed of the spear tip was extremely fast, and it only managed to catch up just as King Yama's fist was about to land on Zhou Yan.

After a muffled sound, King Yama's entire body flew out.

Crack...

At King Yama's waist, a broken rib pierced through his skin and into his muscles.

Arghh! King Yama groaned as his expression became twisted with extreme pain.

"This is impossible...."

King Yama stared at Zhou Yan with a face full of disbelief.

The Nine Transformations Golden Body Technique that he cultivated was known to be invulnerable.

Furthermore, it possessed an extraordinary defensive power that even ordinary Innate realm cultivators would find difficult to break through.

Unfortunately, all of this was extremely weak in Zhou Yan's eyes.

"I don't believe it..."

King Yama gritted his teeth as he took out a pill and swallowed it.

Boom!

In an instant, a surge of vitality burst out from King Yama's body. His aura was monstrous and shook the surroundings.

"This... How is this possible?"

Zhou Yan's eyes widened in disbelief.

From the King of Hell's body, he could feel a vast life force surging like rivers, lakes, and seas.

This aura shocked him.

"This is more like a man!"

The King of Hell laughed coldly and looked at Zhou Yan mockingly.

The injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he quickly recovered.

"My strength has actually increased by ten times."

King Yama's eyes were filled with excitement. He felt as if he had returned to his peak state.

"Brat Zhou Yan, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. How dare you provoke me? You're simply courting death."1

King Yama's eyes revealed a fierce light as he said word by word.

He had originally reached the peak of Grandmaster Rank 3, and was only a step away from reaching Grandmaster Grade 4.

However, just as he was about to break through, he was interrupted by Zhou Yan.

This matter had successfully aroused the killing intent in his heart.

"Hehe... You're just relying on your secret technique. What's there to be proud of?"

Zhou Yan laughed in disdain.

The path of martial arts was broad and profound. Any secret technique was priceless.

Even he only knew a little bit of it.

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