Bloody Slaughter!

Qin Yan stopped and looked up at the six Ox-Head Clan figures before him, each as massive as a small mountain.

His gaze was terrifyingly calm, his voice cold as ice.

"What if I refuse?"

"Hmph! That's not up to you!"

He suddenly roared.

"Get him! Take this brat down!"

The instant his words fell—

"Roar—!"

Five Ox-Head Clan warriors roared in unison, their voices shaking the plaza!

All six hulking figures moved at once!

Working in perfect coordination, they instantly sealed off every possible route of escape for Qin Yan. The giant axes in their hands erupted with dazzling earthen-yellow energy!

Amid six shrill howls tearing through the air, six earthen-yellow axe lights capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone came crashing down on Qin Yan from every direction!

Facing this unreasonable siege, a cold gleam flashed through Qin Yan's eyes.

"Courting death!"

He snorted coldly and flicked his right wrist. The Ink Trace Spear in his hand let out a low hum!

Buzz—!

Eighty-one streaks of golden Spear Qi emerged from the spear, like golden dragons coiling around its shaft!

Without any flashy technique, Qin Yan simply swept his spear forward!

The spear transformed into a golden arc, tracing an almost perfect circle through the air!

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff—!"

The six seemingly unstoppable earthen-yellow axe lights instantly collapsed into the most primitive motes of energy the moment they touched the golden spear shadow!

The spear shadow did not slow in the slightest!

The next instant, the six Ox-Head Clan prodigies, still charging forward with their axes raised, froze at the same time!

They felt an extremely faint yet bone-chilling coldness at their necks.

Then came the sensation of warm, viscous liquid spurting out...

"Gurgle..."

Six enormous ox heads, their expressions frozen in shock and disbelief,