Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 436 - 085: Cold Blooded

Chapter 436: Chapter 085: Cold Blooded

But Zhou Yan did not hold back. As the first soul—the soul of Hook Whirl Xuanzhe—tried to escape, Zhou Yan channeled the power of the Void Thunder Tribulation. With a single strike, he bombed the soul of Hook Whirl Xuanzhe!

"Sizzle—"

The soul of Hook Whirl Xuanzhe, as if set aflame, immediately burst into flames, unleashing a piercing, miserable scream. This sound made the cold wind between heaven and earth even denser and horrified the souls of the other six cultivators.

But all this was just the beginning. At that moment, Zhou Yan’s own body flew out and he threw a punch. Six shadows of the fist spread out directly, unleashing six Fist Intents.

This was Xingyi Natural Boxing, incorporating techniques like Cannon Fist and the Six Paths of Reincarnation. A single punch bloomed like a plum blossom, revealing six petals.

Natural Form, as the heart desires.

It was a beautiful technique, but also a terrifying one.

To kill these people, Zhou Yan even disdained using his sword because it would tarnish his sword.

"Buzz~"

The Fist Intent shook the void. The terrifying fist shadows directly bombarded the souls of the Six Great Talents, whose eyes widened in shock, barely comprehending that they could meet such an end.

"Zhou Xuanzhe, please show mercy!"

"Zhou Xuanzhe, I am willing to be your slave!"

Almost simultaneously, the souls of the man in white, Yao Yin Xuanzhe, and the beautiful woman, Zhi Lan Xuanzhe, cried out in desperation, hoping to evade this calamity, but Zhou Yan launched his Fist Intent without a moment’s hesitation.

"Pfft pfft pfft—"

At that moment, the six cultivators had their souls shattered by the violent Fist Intent and died instantly.

And Hook Whirl Xuanzhe, his soul had already been burned to Tribulation Ash by the Thunderflame, doomed forever, not even the Purple Flame Void could devour his Essence Qi and soul.

All of this happened in an instant. Zhou Yan had not even used his full strength, merely thirty percent of his power, and he instantly annihilated the seven Prohibition Geniuses.

Though they ranged from the First to Third Transformation Realm among the Prohibition Geniuses, they were like ants in his hands, without even a chance to counterattack!

No chance to strike, let alone show their trump cards!

Perhaps, had they played their trump cards and joined forces, they might have had a fighting chance, but Zhou Yan gave them no opportunity.

If he did not strike, then all was still; but once he struck, it was devastating and instant annihilation!

The seven Prohibition Geniuses died just like that, humiliated and annihilated in an instant.

But Zhou Yan was not happy. His body was covered in blood, and the ground was littered with broken bodies like thick red paste.

In the chilly air, the scent of Blood Qi was pungent, but he was utterly unmoved.

If it were not for his strength, then this would have been a bloody battle. If he still had only the strength he had upon entering, he might have managed to fight one against two, but definitely not one against seven, and the outcome might have been reversed.

The world of cultivators is exceedingly cruel; a verbal disagreement often leads to killing.

This time, he merely stood at the door of Frost Tears for a moment and someone was already displeased, wishing him dead.

The killer always gets killed. Had he not been strong, it would have been him lying in the pool of blood.

Zhou Yan activated his Purple Flame Void, completely devouring the Essence Qi and souls of these six cultivators, converting them into Origin Energy. Afterward, he collected the Qiankun Rings of all seven and then resolutely walked towards the glowing aura.

However, as he left, Zhou Yan gave one cold glance toward a lonely tomb in the corner, without speaking a word.

His body blurred like an afterimage as he suddenly dashed into the halo.

"Did you see me?"

Great Sun Xuanzhe and Pei Rou Xuanzhe were standing together at that moment.

Both were concealed within an Ancient Array, hidden behind a layer of special aura, yet their faces were still pale.

At this moment, Great Sun Xuanzhe said, shivering with cold,

"I guess so."

Pei Rou Xuanzhe, with a forehead slick with cold sweat, was obviously shocked and frightened by Zhou Yan’s earlier move.

"It’s good that he has entered. I didn’t have a good impression of him initially and found his presence disagreeable, but who knew he was this powerful!"

Great Sun Xuanzhe’s face grew solemn.

"His physical body is also terrifying; if he entered Frost Tears, I doubt we could oppose him," mused Pei Rou Xuanzhe thoughtfully.

"Not opposing him might not spare us, especially me! Consider this, he didn’t hesitate to kill a delicate and adorable genius like Zhiran Xuanzhe. He mercilessly destroys beauty, which shows how ruthless his determination is. I’m afraid even if we surrender, he would grant us no way out."

Great Sun Xuanzhe’s face darkened at that moment.

"Although he’s strong, Ji Wu Xuanzhe, Qingyao Xuanzhe, and others are not weak. Let them contend. We should just do our best without clashing with them, and forget about this opportunity in Frost Tears... Actually, the reason to go to Frost Tears is more to comprehend the Sword Intent.

This time, nearly thirty thousand True Spirit-level geniuses died, a truly earth-shaking event, those piled white bones, they also somewhat tire me out."

"This is the sorrow that comes with empathy."

Great Sun Xuanzhe sighed before slowly deactivating the Array.

Pei Rou Xuanzhe also removed the ancient Dharma Seal from her body, revealing her concealed state.

"Well, despite that, we must still enter Frost Tears, which represents a spirit to face adversity. We must not fall, otherwise, we will make no progress. For the rest, let’s leave it to fate. I didn’t expect the Thunderflame Sword Body to be so formidable."

Pei Rou Xuanzhe sighed.

"Let’s go, with survival as the priority, and if there’s a chance then we’ll strive for it. This training has been the greatest challenge to my belief, almost shattering my convictions."

Great Sun Xuanzhe also chuckled bitterly as both of them walked towards the circular channel entrance.

But at that moment, both froze in place, their bodies beginning to tremble.

Because Zhou Yan, whom they had seen enter the halo earlier, now reappeared before them.

Zhou Yan stood there like a lonely crane, utterly devoid of any fluctuation of aura, surrounded by stacks of flesh and blood, which made him appear even more lean and frail.

But no one thought him fragile, for his hands were stained with the blood of seven geniuses who had comprehended the Xuan Restriction.

Beside Zhou Yan, a faint mist of Blood Qi exuded, making the air somewhat murky, his expression indifferent, his face as cold as if carved from stone, showing no glimmer of humanity, rather like a Soul Snatching Envoy, chilling to the beholder.

"Zhou, Zhou Xuanzhe."

Sensing Zhou Yan’s merciless gaze and an indescribable harsh aura, Great Sun Xuanzhe and Pei Rou Xuanzhe both gasped in surprise, their expressions uneasy and respectful as they spoke.

Zhou Yan coldly glanced at the two and asked, "Have you seen Feng Jiu Xian, Hou Ling’er?"