Chapter 848: Chapter 19: Despicable!
In a single breath!
In just the span of a breath, the crippled elder’s originally furious killing intent abruptly halted, and the invisible, immense pressure it exerted ceased instantaneously, as if some powerful energy had instantly severed it.
This scene stunned all the other cultivators of the Yang Family. Yet, most of these cultivators had expressions of doubt and uncertainty on their faces, clearly still unable to comprehend what had happened.
But Yang Liuying was different. Not only did she see clearly what happened, but she also saw it vividly.
It seemed as though the opponent intentionally allowed her to see the entire process. A swift scene to others was, in her eyes, as if time had stopped and slowed, the scene playing out as if in slow motion, every detail fully revealed before her.
The powerful elder of the family, with his Blood Qi surging and a divine pressure that could suppress hearts, was pressing toward the opponent. The opponent, however, simply unleashed a Soul Sword.
Yet the grandeur of that sword could not be put into words, so terrifying was it. This was a Tao Yang Liuying had never witnessed, a soul’s Killing Dao, yet utterly different from the legendary Killing Spirit Divine Dao.
But this Tao incited fear, drove despair.
Merely a glance left Yang Liuying’s complexion several shades paler, while that elder was forever left here, with no chance of returning to life.
At that moment, the terrifying, once near-invincible crippled elder’s divine body suddenly fractured, like a statue suddenly cracking with countless fissures, his lost divine body finally shattering into a mist of blood with a "puff" sound.
In the blood mist, there was no flesh or blood, for this death was one where he was truly pulverized into dust, with nothing whole remaining.
And Zhou Yan, confronting this mass of blood mist, made no move, but with a wave of soul power, the blood mist dispersed and vanished into the void.
Then, a remarkable aura suddenly emanated from Zhou Yan, as if an ancient venerable’s authority cast its shadow, making one’s heart tremble.
This faint yet mighty dignity was no different from the pressure previously emitted by the elder, only now, its target had become the members of the Yang Family.
The authority dissipated, yet once again, it was merely a moment, not even the time of a single breath.
But within this less-than-breath-long moment, every Yang Family cultivator, just like the elder, their souls shattered and their divine bodies subsequently broken, all died in identical fashion.
In just a moment, the large blood mist in the air was scattered by the cold and chilling wind.
In the field, only Yang Liuying was left.
Yang Liuying’s beautiful eyes nearly popped out, filled with shock, fear, and disbelief. It seemed she never imagined such an outcome.
The people the Yang Family sent, a third of the family’s elite forces, died just like that, without a ripple.
This scene was too horrifying, too shocking, and simply unimaginable.
Looking at the ordinary, indifferent, and calm young man in front of her, Yang Liuying felt an inexplicable dread, as if what stood before her was not an ordinary youth, but a complete fiend, a demon.
The calmer the opponent appeared, the more a chill crept up inside her.
Such terrifying and perverse figures, Yang Liuying had never encountered before, and never wished to in the future.
Meeting someone like this once would be a lifelong nightmare.
Killing was not frightening; there were quite a few who killed with a calm expression, but like the opponent, even thinking about it made Yang Liuying’s heart grow cold with fear.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Despite the endless fear in her heart, Yang Liuying maintained relative composure.
She believed that her survival, when all others of the Yang Family perished, was due to her superior traits and enchanting fairy-like appeal playing a certain role.
Yet the young man’s eyes she beheld were so clear it made one’s heart tremble, so calm it sent shivers.
They were exceptionally entrancing eyes, full of mysterious, profound hues, as close to encompassing all things in heaven and earth, everything within them!
Perhaps the only thing missing was the lust and possessive intent that other cultivators showed toward her.
"The thing I dislike most in my life is heartless, self-important women."
Zhou Yan said.
Although his voice was not loud, it sent a shudder through the hearts of the few still alive.
And it was these words that made Gongcheng Diewu realize the person before them bore some resemblance to that one.
However, she had begun to feel numb, thinking she was overthinking, and thus didn’t pay it further heed.
"Hmph, I don’t care who you are or what you like. If you wish to stand for the Snow Cold Sword Sect, you’ll be facing the Returning True Clan and the mighty Jiang family!"
Yang Liuying knew she temporarily couldn’t escape and was definitely not a match for the person before her, so she simply stood in place, putting on a bravado.
Zhou Yan coldly regarded the boasting woman, saying no more.
He had already said quite enough.
Since gradually perceiving the mystery of the soul and sensing that nearly immortal breath, Zhou Yan no longer wishes to speak.
Zhou Yan’s hand moves slightly, a powerful force of Space Sword Body flies out from within and stabilizes the void.
Zhou Yan exhibits a power akin to the Heavenly Pivot Ancient Town, using the Tai Chu rune template to inscribe a line in the void.
The words flash with dazzling golden rays, sacred and inviolable, neither the light of Heaven and Earth nor divine power could deter them.
These words flash in the void; the moment Zhou Yan takes action, they instantly form, and under Zhou Yan’s gaze, they suddenly penetrate the void and appear on Yang Liuying’s face.
Yang Liuying is startled, then lets out a horrendous, painful groan; the pain in that moment is as terrifying as a soul being shattered.
Yet the pain dissipates in an instant, but Yang Liuying suddenly feels that there are two foreign objects on her face.
Almost instinctively, she waves her hand to conjure a mirror-like ripple and looks at herself.
Upon seeing, her complexion abruptly turns pale, instantly emitting an utterly horrific scream.
On her beautiful face, two special rune words have been engraved—unconcealable and glaringly obvious golden rune words—’Vulgar’!
Moreover, accompanying these rune words, the subtle flaws hidden within her become as conspicuous as the sun, magnified millions of times, while her strengths suddenly vanish.
Originally a fairy-like figure, now a faint stench surrounds her, casting an unpleasant impression of being domineering, agitated, and pretentious.
"I won’t kill you, but I’ll give you two words, to accompany you a lifetime. So you will know, when you lose the halo of a Fairy, an Extraordinary Woman, how many people will truly care about you."
"I killed your Yang Family members, yet left you—to give you life’s trials—owing ultimately to the friendship of Yang Liuting and Yang Liufeng back then. Whether you hate or rage now, one day, you will undoubtedly be grateful to me."
Zhou Yan looks indifferently at Yang Liuying, and under his indifferent gaze, the near frantic and hysterical Yang Liuying, surprisingly quiets down.
"Don’t worry, you not killing me today is the benevolence of a woman; in the future you will surely regret it! Thank you, I will truly let you understand my gratitude, you cannot bear it!"
Yang Liuying speaks as though her mindset is twisted, her words brimming with fierce malice.
Zhou Yan laughs, though his smile seems somewhat inexplicable and desolate: "In this false and disappointing world, what is there that I, Zhou Yan, cannot bear? Yes, you did not mishear; I am Zhou Yan, the once arrogant Lei Yan King, your eyes’ view of worthless, cowardly, and incompetent Lei Yan King."
Zhou Yan calmly utters this sentence, yet it is no less than a bomb detonating here.
At this moment, Zhou Zheng is genuinely excited, exceedingly so, moved to tears flowing.
Even Gongcheng Qingwan suddenly lifts her head in shock, with eyes full of admiration and affection gazing upon Zhou Yan, while Gongcheng Diewu is just directly stunned, stupidly dazed in place, unable to react.
Behind Gongcheng Diewu, the six elders of Snow Cold Sword Sect are almost bulging their eyes out, their facial expressions are immensely wonderful, seemingly completely unbelieving.
"You you you you—you can’t be Lei Yan King Zhou Yan, impossible, absolutely impossible! Zhou Yan was obviously—"
Yang Liuying loses her composure, suddenly uttering nonsensical statements.
"What happened to being? Slain, and the head refined into the Emperor Burial Crystal Coffin, right?"
Zhou Yan smiles and counters.
"You how you you—"
Yang Liuying’s eyes show a momentary panic, yet ultimately she cannot divulge any more secrets, but Zhou Yan no longer cares.
Some things, Zhou Yan has actually never understood, but it doesn’t matter much, because now having a nearly immortal soul level, Zhou Yan can no longer be calculated or trapped in any schemes or plots.
Hence, he may act at will, utterly without constraint.
"Actually, you know very little, but you assume you know a lot, so you, too, are just a pawn being used, a pathetic wretch."
Zhou Yan says.
He sighs softly; in Yan Liuying’s unbelievable gaze, Zhou Yan unleashes the supreme Space Supreme Dao, releasing a suppressed person from within the space.
This person turns out to be Gongcheng Qingyang, who previously performed self Soul Slash.
However, at this moment, Gongcheng Qingyang still has his eyes closed, body nearly bare, wearing only a very tattered combat armor hanging on him, yet there are no injuries on his body, and his soul seems never to have suffered any damage.
"This, this, this is impossible!"
Yang Liuying screams.
"If I do not wish for him to die, he will not die. If I do not wish for someone alive, that person absolutely cannot live."
Zhou Yan’s voice coldly states.
This sounds like a sentence of warning, warning Yang Liuying.