118: I was thinking it was a speed bump.

Zhou Yan could no longer see anything in front of him, or rather, he could see everything.

Zhou Yan felt as if his brain development had instantly reached one hundred percent, and his entire being became clear.

Looking at the power swirling around him, Zhou Yan instinctively understood that this was the power of the Law of the Sword, and he also knew how to use it.

He just looked at the Black-Robed Man, and information flooded into his mind.

Soul Transformation Early Stage, weak Law of Life.

Zhou Yan formed his hand into a sword-finger and raised it high.

Just then, a golden phantom appeared behind him; it was the figure of the Grand Elder.

That figure mirrored Zhou Yan's movements, raising a long sword.

As Zhou Yan's sword-finger pointed down, the figure behind him also swung a sword, and an ordinary Sword Qi slashed towards the Black-Robed Man.

Although Zhou Yan felt that some time had passed, in reality, it all happened in an instant.

When the ordinary Sword Qi passed the giant finger, compared to it, the Sword Qi was like a nail clipping from the finger.

But it was this nail-clipping-like Sword Qi that cut through it easily, like a blade through tofu.

The severed part was rapidly eroded by the Law Power, and the giant finger quickly vanished, like paper burning in a flame.

And that Sword Qi still slowly slashed towards the Black-Robed Man, cutting through the previous attack, clearly without consuming any of its power.

The opponent was in a panic now, casting one powerful Spell after another, each stronger than the last.

Zhou Yan could feel that the so-called Law of Life was attached to those attacks.

However, in his eyes, those Spells imbued with the Law of Life were like bicycles traveling on a national highway.

For that Sword Qi, which was like a hundred-ton king, they weren't even considered speed bumps, and were similarly cut open and incinerated with ease.

“Puff—hiss hiss hiss!!!”

The Sword Qi struck the person, and he was like someone thrown into a hot oil pan, constantly emitting “gas” all over his body.

Zhou Yan understood that it wasn't gas, but the leakage of the Law of Life.

The two were like ice water colliding with lava, reacting extremely violently.

“Ah ah ah—!”

The Black-Robed Man let out a tragic wail, and a large amount of things began gushing out of his body, a fishy smell assailing them.

Only when those things landed did Zhou Yan see clearly what they were.

What fell to the ground were various animal carcasses and the internal organs of unknown creatures, but judging from the fishy smell, most of them were from marine animals.

These things quickly dried up and withered after landing.

As more and more things gushed out, the person above finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

He fell straight onto that pile of filth.

“Is it... over?”

Mu Qianqiu found it hard to believe that a Soul Transformation cultivator from the Truth Cult would die so easily at the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. This trump card was a bit too overbearing.

“Not yet.”

Zhou Yan's calm voice made Mu Qianqiu vigilant again.

From the pile of filth they were staring at, a stumbling figure stood up again.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

“Haha, that was... I almost died!” The other party's voice wasn't loud, but his anger was palpable.

Zhou Yan had already anticipated this.

When he wielded that power just now, he could feel the opponent constantly using their own Laws to counteract the Sword Qi damage.

After the last bit of Law was exhausted, the power of the Sword Qi was no longer fatal, only capable of severely injuring him, still a step away from death.

No wonder the Elders said that anything below Soul Transformation could be killed indiscriminately.

If it weren't for the Law Power, a Soul Transformation cultivator hit by this sword would also die.

Although the Black-Robed Man was severely injured, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.

Even if he couldn't use Laws, he still posed a certain threat, and his danger level still exceeded that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

Mu Qianqiu, understanding the opponent's current situation, closed his eyes again, ready to die.

“You all die!”

This time, the Black-Robed Man practically roared, his previous condescending tone gone, leaving only anger, wanting the two of them to be Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

“Sorry, Brother Zhou, I've already vented all my emotions.”

“Anyway, that's what I mean, we can only meet again in the underworld.”

“I hope the people behind us can bring us back, otherwise, it's goodbye until the next life.”

Ignoring the pessimistic Mu Qianqiu, Zhou Yan said nothing and once again activated the Sword Seal.

“Buzz—!”

Another sword cry rang out, and the situation was reversed again!

“How is there still more?!”

Hearing this familiar sound, the Black-Robed Man wanted to curse.

But Mu Qianqiu, hearing the same sound, reignited his hope.

With the relationship between the Joyous Union Sect and Gui Xu, as long as he didn't fall into the Wrath Prison, the Sect could bring him back.

But it was best not to die, just in case some idiot wanted to trick him. It was always good to suffer less in the underworld.

Before the second sword cry even sounded, the Black-Robed Man already knew the outcome. He hurriedly opened a rift and shouted into it.

“Quickly activate the contingency plan and send all these away!”

With that, he threw all the items into the rift.

Those seemed to be various Magic Treasures. Zhou Yan even saw his own yang scissors and time like a shuttle among them.

As the rift closed, the man prepared to die.

Zhou Yan was also helpless, as he couldn't stop the other party from throwing things inside.

If this Law truly belonged to him, he could use Law Power to seal space and prevent the opponent's actions.

But this power could only be used for attack.

He could feel the Law Power firmly locking onto the opponent; no evasion, delay, or resistance could prevent this unavoidable strike.

And the only way to counteract it was to use Law against Law, as before, which is why the opponent, knowing there was no escape, did what he did.

Never mind, the Magic Treasures are Soul Transformation level, and the enemy is also Soul Transformation level.

Although the Magic Treasures were lost, the items dropped from killing a Soul Transformation cultivator might not be worse than Magic Treasures.

“Buzz—!!!”

The second sword cry rang out, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, announcing the end of the Black-Robed Man.

“Crack.”

A clear sound of glass shattering echoed. A man in a red robe, with golden hair and blue eyes, seemingly a foreign youth, appeared beside Zhou Yan.

His palm lightly pressed on Zhou Yan's arm, which was about to be raised, pushing back the power of the Law of the Sword along with it.

Zhou Yan turned his head to look, only then realizing there was a person standing beside him, but seeing the other party's appearance, Zhou Yan subconsciously blurted out.

“Holy crap, English!”

He had been in another world for too long, and this was the first time he had seen a life form with such distinct Blue Star characteristics, so much so that Zhou Yan forgot that the other party had just suppressed the Sword Qi he was about to release.

The other party was also stunned by this remark.

He had expected Zhou Yan to be frightened or angry, but he hadn't expected to hear such a sentence.

But he still responded with a friendly smile.

“I apologize, young friend, I don't understand what you mean.”

“But this person still has a cooperation with me, and I need him, so you cannot kill him yet.”

Zhou Yan understood; it was a case of the Elder coming after the younger was beaten. Such people who couldn't handle losing, and twice at that, were the most disgusting.

Sensing Zhou Yan's resentment, the golden-haired youth gave an awkward smile.

“This time, it truly was my fault. My name is Arthur. If you ever come to the Eastern Domain, I'll treat you to a meal.”

He tossed a round emblem into the air, and Zhou Yan subconsciously caught it.

Then the other party vanished, and with him, the Black-Robed Man who stood dumbfounded like a minion also disappeared.

Seeing the two disappear, Mu Qianqiu hurried forward to congratulate him.

“Brother Zhou, I owe you a favor this time, a great kindness...”

“Boom—!”

Zhou Yan fiercely punched the ground, one punch after another, venting the strange sensation in his body.

【Zhou Yan】

【Abnormal Status: Law Invasion * 2】