Zhou Yan spoke indifferently.
The young man in the black robe rely snorted coldly, a contemptuous sneer on his face.
Zhou Yan’s gaze flickered, and a faintly manifested auras of evil spirit emanated from his soul. Although this was an extrely faint will of evil spirit, as soon as this strand of will entered the young man in the black robe between his brows, his gaze suddenly froze. His eyes soon revealed extre pain and fear, signaling that his will was nearly collapsing.
However, it was only a mont before all his defiance disappeared, and he almost imdiately fell to his knees before Zhou Yan.
But at this mont, Zhou Yan retracted that faint trace of evil spirit aura.
Subsequently, the young man in the black robe regained his clarity at once.
Instantly, his face turned extrely pale, as if all his pride had been shattered in an instant, plunging him into an endless abyss, beyond redemption.
If he cannot overco this despair, his life will be infinitely sorrowful, and all his talents will end here.
But despite this, the elderly man like a zombie, Li Yuchuan, voiced no dissatisfaction. Instead, he helplessly sighed, saying: "It’s just as well. If you don’t understand your limits, you’ll perish at the hands of others in the future. Rather than having such an attitude... now is a better ti to learn."
"Li Feng, if you can overco this hurdle, you’ll still have so accomplishnts in the future. If not, then your path of cultivation ends here."
"Originally, bringing you to the Heavenly chanism Sect was ant to temper your sharpness. Now it seems this has been achieved."
Li Yuchuan spoke calmly.
The black-robed man, Li Feng, silently nodded at this mont, his eyes empty, devoid of any shine, like a dead man.
"This is your arrogance and pride, truly laughable."
Zhou Yan sneered and then shifted his gaze once more to the remaining cultivators.
Ultimately, these cultivators, pressured by the intense aura, all knelt one by one!
Those who hovered in the void, truly disrespecting the Heavenly chanism Sect, now all knelt down.
There were still so cultivators hesitating, evidently uncertain about what to do.
Among these cultivators was an extrely powerful elder whose strength was evidently not inferior to the previous elder.
When Zhou Yan glanced over, the expressions of these cultivators were extrely complex, a mixture of fear and indecision.
However, Zhou Yan said nothing further.
At that mont, Zhou Yan’s entire aura and blood energy surged skyward, deriving a blood-red Gray Dragon.
At the sa ti, the Ten Thousand Souls Heavenly chanism Order soared into the sky, transforming into a massive Yellow Bell, which bombarded towards them directly!
The Yellow Bell suddenly enlarged to the size of a small hill, crushing the void, producing a terrifying web of cracks.
The void nearly shattered.
"Boom--"
The space within the Heavenly chanism Ancient Palace trembled violently, cracking inch by inch, yet safeguarded from complete destruction by the formidable power of the Heavenly chanism Array.
However, on the ground appeared a huge pit, filled with a blur of blood and flesh!
Those hesitating cultivators, and the powerful old cultivator, were unable to muster any response and were directly slain!
What kind of weapon is this Yellow Bell? It is an Immortal Weapon!
It is what once was an Immortal Weapon, and an intact one at that!
The power Zhou Yan exerted from the Immortal Weapon did not stem from his own energy consumption but from the intrinsic Heavenly chanism Power within the Ten Thousand Souls Heavenly chanism Order Yellow Bell, as well as the Heaven and Earth Power in this land.
Another aspect, naturally, is the restoration effect of Zhou Yan’s Emperor Qi Dragon Swallowing Sky Divine Skill’s devouring ability.
Thus, Zhou Yan, without a word, slaughtered a swath.
Without even a cry, instantaneously shattering a stretch of void, within several kiloters, leaving a massive crater!
This is pure bloodthirsty slaughter, violent crushing.
At this mont, Zhou Yan exuded an indifferent aura, an attitude of contempt for all creatures, making all cultivators realize that the Heavenly chanism Saint Son is not one to fear, and with the Yellow Bell in hand, he is nearly invincible in the world!
The key is, Zhou Yan seems to possess no realm!
This situation is too terrifying!
And with such a weapon, the Heavenly chanism Sect has undoubtedly ascended to beco the true number one sect in the world!
"Kneel down!"
"Bow your head!"
"Those who beg for rcy live!"
"Those who resist die!"
Zhou Yan spoke calmly.
His voice was not loud, yet it echoed in everyone’s hearts, stirring a thousand waves within.
At this mont, those hesitant cultivators no longer cared about their dignity and imdiately all knelt down.
Even so elders with so background, also knelt with humiliation, reluctantly bowing three tis.
Those cultivators who didn’t participate in overlooking the Heavenly chanism Sect from the void, the Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters, were spared a calamity, and Zhou Yan did not settle scores with them.
As such, after they finished bowing, Zhou Yan did not imdiately let them stand, but coldly swept his gaze over them, remaining silent.
Without Zhou Yan’s words, none dared speak.
At this point, the Female Sect Master of the Heavenly chanism Sect was utterly numb, completely shocked by Zhou Yan’s arrogance.
And the nine elders of the Heavenly chanism Sect were drenched in cold sweat, trembling uncontrollably.
They were filled with doubt and apprehension, excitent mixed with fear, emotions so complex they defied description.
In such circumstances, they recalled their previously poor attitude toward Zhou Yan, and it was clear now that Zhou Yan was a very formidable scourge indeed!
It was then the nine elders, finally gathering their breaths, involuntarily touched their necks, each exhibiting a complex mixture of terror and uncertainty on their faces.
Evidently, only now did they realize that during their reproach of Zhou Yan, many tis they might have strode along the gates of hell without knowing it.
This scenario filled them with apprehension and left them sighing.
However, at this mont, Zhou Yan ignored the thoughts of the sect disciples, elders, or even the Sect Master, instead contemplating whether to kill all the kneeling cultivators.
After all, these people were extrely disrespectful to the Heavenly chanism Sect.
And by killing them, the Yellow Bell could devour considerable energy, while he could collect a great amount of Spirit.
With Spirit, the progress in future cultivation realms would be rapid, and once familiar with this world, his ability would soon match the Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters.
The advantages therein are nurous indeed.
Yet, as Zhou Yan hesitated, those cultivators dared not stand without his command, fearing to perturb this formidable presence.
Because, the prior brutal mass slaughter and cruel, ruthless thods had genuinely struck terror into these cultivators.
Thus, none dared to take the risk.
Zhou Yan hesitated, killing intent flickering in his eyes, as the Heavenly chanism Order quietly floated by his side, seemingly ready to strike at any mont.
At this ti, the prostrate cultivators broke into a cold sweat, feeling as though they were suffocated by mountains upon mountains.
Ultimately, Zhou Yan restrained his killing intent and said indifferently: "Good, none of you harboring resentnt nor thoughts of revenge, which gives no reason to trouble or kill you."
Zhou Yan continued: "So, you may now stand up. The Heavenly chanism Saint Son’s selection ceremony is also about to begin. If you are guests, I, Zhou Yan, warmly welco you, but if enemies, you shall not have an intact corpse."
"Naturally, without any more misunderstandings, anyone remaining here is a friend of the Heavenly chanism Sect."
"With friends, all things are easier to discuss."
Speaking thus, Zhou Yan retracted his aura, once more becoming the seemingly ordinary, cultivation-less, bookish young boy.
Yet, no one treated him as just a boy any longer.
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