CHAPTER 753: CHAPTER 177: THREE MOVES TO DEFEAT YOU!

Gles’ words slightly moved Zhou Yan.

However, Zhou Yan didn’t explicitly show any emotional fluctuations and remained equally calm.

Zhou Yan showed a contemplative expression and hesitated before saying, "I am also looking for him, always have been."

"I know, it’s not just you, many great powers are also searching. This man, as you said, has always been very mysterious."

Seeing that Zhou Yan seemed somewhat perplexed, Gles further explained, "Every time he appears, the outcome is always presumed to be his death, and the cultivators think he has died. But after some time, he emerges again, truly ’undying and indestructible.’

His actions clearly break the rules of the planes, very anomalous. That’s why he appears so mysterious."

Zhou Yan was moved inside but sighed softly, "He is indeed very mysterious, but I don’t know the specifics. I didn’t expect it to be like this. If you see him again, ask him for me ’where does Emperor Blood come from?’ After I leave this Ancient Ice Glacier, I might not appear for a short while."

"Not many cultivators know about him, mostly just the name ’Divine Fist Li’ and some of his formidable methods. Regarding what you’ve said, I will surely ask him if I see him. But, in this Great Thousand Plane, where can you go after you leave? If I get an answer, how will I tell you?"

Gles asked somewhat doubtfully.

"These things, I myself do not know, but one thing I do know is that I will eventually come back, after all, the Holy Daughter is still waiting for me."

Zhou Yan smiled.

Gles smiled as well.

Afterwards, the two didn’t say much more. With a farewell of "Until we meet again," Gles left just like a breeze sweeping past, disappearing amidst the eerie anomalies of Three Ponds Reflecting the Moon.

He wasn’t physically present, so his departure seemed very natural, unbound.

Long after Gles had left, the majority of the cultivators in the snowy area finally regained their senses from his limitless charm. Even after coming to their senses, they still sighed and reminisced, occasionally discussing Gles’ outstanding and formidable aspects with the cultivators beside them.

When they spoke of Jiang Yuning, the Holy Daughter, they all said that she was fortunate to marry such an exceptional man like Gles—it was truly a blessing in three lifetimes.

They were not opposing Zhou Yan and thus speaking ill of him; they were merely stating facts, even with the presence of Lei Yan King Zhou Yan, they didn’t mind or worry.

...

After Gles left, Zhou Yan’s expression became earnest.

He looked coldly around at the clamorous crowd, his whole persona emitting a powerful Emperor Qi Dragon Transformation, an imperial majesty strong enough to silence all other cultivators immediately.

Gles’ words, true or false, were difficult to distinguish, just like the affairs concerning Lee Ran.

Similarly, regarding Gles’ response, Zhou Yan also lied. Yet, it wasn’t entirely lying; if he had directly inherited the Emperor Blood without the ordeal faced by his direct disciple, Hou Chen, his current status wouldn’t differ much from before. Many events, it seemed, followed a certain trajectory, merely deviating to a certain degree.

The results were always similar.

"Just like my response to Gles," Zhou Yan mused, "he certainly won’t fully trust me. However, I also cannot fully trust his words and can only use them as a reference.

His words seemed to probe whether I would exist in the future, implying he either sought to know my whereabouts for calculations, or harbored similarly ulterior motives. This person is not as he appears on the surface, his hidden capabilities might be even greater than what is shown."

"Moreover, this Gles obviously used to be familiar with Lei Yan King, but seeing my calm demeanor, he instantly changed his attitude."

"And then there’s Jiang He... I clearly remember, I severely injured him, and we almost perished together. However, Xuanyuan Ancestor said he never heard of such a person, either Jiang He is deeply concealed, or perhaps, the existence of Jiang He is just a facade, and the real sovereign is someone else."

"These things are full of unknowns—but as long as I return in the future and investigate, I will eventually understand."

Zhou Yan pondered in his mind and temporarily suppressed this series of doubts.

After Gles left, many more cultivators flew over, but none approached the area where Zhou Yan was.

Some later arriving cultivators recognized Zhou Yan’s identity and were momentarily stunned, some displaying unusual expressions.

However, when some cultivators started discussing and were informed by others about the previous scene, their discussions almost immediately ceased.

Yet, seeing is believing, and some very conceited cultivators didn’t take Zhou Yan too seriously. One of them lowered their voice and said, "Is he really that strong? I think he came here for the Extreme Cold Ice Soul Stone, perhaps to suppress the chaos of the Demon Heart? But he’s flaunting his identity here, is he seeking death?"

"The outskirts are safer, but the inner parts are troublesome. This Time Origin point, no one knows where it leads after entering, though most who enter barely survive. How dare he, from such a lower plane, even come here to court death?"

"It’s such a pity for the Netherworld Goddess, a miraculous woman on par with the Holy Daughter, to follow such a waste. It’s utterly squandered. Even following an ordinary cultivator from the Blood Barbarian Clan or the Returning True Clan would be better than following him."

...

"Pity that the Goddess is with me? Step forward and say that, I guarantee I won’t kill you."

Zhou Yan laughed, his voice resonating across the Heavenly Vault.

The chatting cultivators were startled, not expecting Zhou Yan to have such a perceptive soul; their almost telepathic exchanges had also fallen into Zhou Yan’s ears.

And yet, despite the vast distance between them, the opponent had missed nothing and knew everything clearly.

At this moment, a female cultivator with an extraordinary demeanor and graceful as an immortal, stood upright. She looked coldly at Zhou Yan, her body surrounded by a five-colored radiant halo, which appeared very mystical.

She wore a jade Soul Crystal hairpin, from which dangled beads resembling stars in the night sky, yet they also contained the aura of the Supreme Dao.

She was dressed in a pink sheer gown, which made her look very charming and enchanting.

With a light step, she seemed to tread on air as she looked at Zhou Yan, her gaze filled with slight contempt, "So what if I said it? With your tainted bloodline, do you think you can compare to the talents like Gles, the Spiritual Divine Son from Ten Thousand Realms, or the direct disciple of the Blood Barbarian Venerate? You are not enough."

"Oh? I’ve met Gles too, he just asked me for advice humbly. But you, with such arrogance, where do you come from?"

Zhou Yan replied indifferently.

"Don’t you even know about the White Cloud Saintess from Red Cloud Cave Heaven? Lei Yan King’s knowledge is as crude and superficial as the rumors say."

Another cultivator sneered.

The rest of the cultivators suddenly fell quiet because they had witnessed Lei Yan King’s previous ruthless methods of slaughter and quickly distanced themselves from these cultivators.

"So it’s the White Cloud Saintess from Red Cloud Cave Heaven. But back when I swept through Red Cloud Cave Heaven, didn’t the Red Cloud Ancestor kneel before me begging for his life? I didn’t expect Red Cloud Cave Heaven to be so formidable now. A mere saintess dares to speak so boldly before me, Lei Yan King."

Zhou Yan sneered.

"You think you’re still the same Lei Yan King? Moreover, no matter how formidable Lei Yan King was in the past, he ended up tragically like a dog that had lost its home, his family scattered and destroyed."

The young man in blue clothes beside the White Cloud Saintess sneered.

The face of the White Cloud Saintess darkened, growing colder, but she ignored Zhou Yan and suddenly turned around to look into the distance.

From afar, a giant white Cold Ice eagle descended from the sky, transforming into a young man in silver robes with an extremely fierce bloodline aura.

"So it’s the ’Cold Wind Demon King’ from the Wind God Clan, congratulations Brother Han Feng on your advancement."

The Cold Wind Demon King laughed, "White Cloud Saintess, long time no see. Ha, initially, I didn’t care to come to such a wretched place, but hearing that Lei Yan King Zhou Yan was here, it’s perfect. The vengeance of annihilating my Ancestor Star can be avenged now. Hmm, it might get a bit bloody later, would the White Cloud Saintess like to step aside?"

"Is the Cold Wind Demon King too tender-hearted and cherishing beauty? Is the White Cloud Saintess a delicate woman who can’t see blood?"

The young man in blue laughed.

"Ha, turns out it’s the Heavenly Sovereign Xuan, who do we have here? Just you, a Spiritualist calling yourself ’Xuan’? You have no right to speak when I’m talking with the White Cloud Saintess. Scram!"

The Cold Wind Demon King was still laughing amicably one moment, and the next, he turned hostile. With a casual slap, he sent the blue-clothed young man, Heavenly Sovereign Xuan, tumbling and spitting blood as he flew backward.

Heavenly Sovereign Xuan’s face was cold, coughing up large amounts of blood, yet he didn’t dare to offend the Cold Wind Demon King further, so his gaze turned elsewhere, landing on Zhou Yan.

Seeing Zhou Yan’s mocking smile, a fire erupted in his heart, "Scum, you dare to laugh at me?! You are no longer Lei Yan King, who can you scare?!"

Enraged, Heavenly Sovereign Xuan unleashed a surge of blood energy that stormed toward Zhou Yan, trying to crush him beneath it.

"Wow, quite impressive."

Zhou Yan smiled, but his expression gradually turned stern.

He watched as Heavenly Sovereign Xuan’s attack approached, facing the triple blood waves without concern.

As many cultivators watched the battle nervously, Zhou Yan’s arm suddenly shook fiercely, throwing a direct punch.

A punch that shattered the heavens.

With a "pfft," Heavenly Sovereign Xuan’s body burst like a crushed watermelon, instantly exploding into powder! Not only that, Heavenly Sovereign Xuan’s soul was also shattered by the formidable Fist Intent, annihilating both his form and spirit instantaneously.

Heavenly Sovereign Xuan couldn’t close his eyes in death, never expecting to fall so suddenly.

In his final moments, he deeply regretted allowing himself to be captivated by beauty, trying to show off in front of the White Cloud Saintess. As he died, no one lifted a finger, no one gave him another glance; his death seemed so lowly and insignificant.

Sadly, Heavenly Sovereign Xuan had no chance to reflect further as his thoughts shattered in an instant, annihilating both his form and spirit.

"I just slaughtered hundreds of talents, and immediately some fools rush in. No matter, whether male or female, annihilating them all is the same."

"Cold Wind Demon King? You have the Cold Eagle Bloodline? I won’t bully you, I’ll just send the Thunderhawk War Beast Sword Soul to fight you. If I can’t beat you in three moves, I’ll cut off my own head for you to kick around."

Zhou Yan observed the Cold Wind Demon King, his words cold.

"Just you?! Do you think that by killing that trash, Heavenly Sovereign Xuan, you are qualified to combat me? I’ll beat you down so hard that all your arrogance will be crushed, for I will shatter all your proud bones!"

The Cold Wind Demon King also sneered continuously.