Everyone, including Zhou Cangmu, stood up in shock and horror, staring at Zhou Yan.
The Dragon-shaped Sword Spirit soared proudly above Zhou Yan's head, and after a moment, it vanished into his brow like a beam of purple light.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yuntian's face was deathly pale.
Zhou Yan approached Zhou Yuntian, raised his hand slightly, and the sword slung at Zhou Yuntian's waist fell into his hand.
"Xuanyuan Evil Sword, Xuanyuan Soul. Emperor Blood and Emperor Qi, Emperor Heavenly Venerate."
Zhou Yan muttered to himself, placing the Xuanyuan Sword into his Qiankun Ring, the Extreme Jade Cold Light Ring.
Then, looking at Zhou Yuntian, he said, "I suppose you've never experienced the feeling of kneeling and spitting blood or having your sword taken, but today you have. Yet I am kinder than you; after insulting you, I will give you a swift end."
As he spoke, Zhou Yan lifted his boot and stomped down on Zhou Yuntian's face.
