At this moment, Yin Zhou had already left the small pavilion and was preparing to depart from Old Man Zhuanyu's dojo, completely off guard.
A black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, followed immediately by Yang An's figure. With one palm, Yang An drove straight through his body, piercing his flesh.
The so-called three days later had been nothing more than empty words.
Since they had agreed to fight to the death, why wait three days?
Thus, Yang An chose to strike now without the slightest hesitation. He had no time to tangle with this fellow.
But when his arm pierced through Yin Zhou's body and he was about to activate his technique, reducing him directly to ash, he suddenly frowned.
This feeling... was wrong!
Although he had already left a Qi Mark on this fellow, and there was nothing unusual about it,
he had pierced through the bodies of who knew how many people with this move. By instinct alone, he sensed something strange.
This flesh was far too loose, not compact in the slightest!
Just as he sensed something amiss, the Yin Zhou whose body he had pierced suddenly seemed to vaporize. The flesh all over his body rapidly began to collapse, abruptly turning into a vast expanse of silver light that exploded outward.
Bang!
A huge crater was suddenly blasted into the courtyard outside the small pavilion.
Yang An had already retreated several meters. The golden barrier before him vanished in an instant, but his gaze shifted forward instead.
There, a figure slowly emerged from the silver light, a wholly silver sword hanging from his hand, its blade gleaming faintly.
"Didn't expect Senior Brother Yang to be unable to wait even this little while. Hehe."
The figure before him was Yin Zhou. Yet the Qi Mark Yang An