"Courting death!"
The black-robed young man flared up in anger and instantly struck out with an incomparably powerful and swift slash.
His sword hung slanted at his waist, but that slash, like a flash of lightning, arrived right in front of Zhou Yan with a 'whoosh'.
Zhou Yan lightly raised his hand, using two fingers to gently pinch the blade that was as fierce as a thunderbolt. Then, with a slight squeeze of his fingers, there was a 'puff', and the blade abruptly trembled and instantly turned into powder, completely shattered.
This scene directly caused the three people present, along with Wei Mumu, to change their expressions.
"You, who exactly are you?!"
The young man detaining Wei Mumu suddenly turned pale, his voice began to tremble, and an endless fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"I am Zhou Yan."
"Zhou, Zhou Zhou Yan!"
The young man murmured, and in a sudden jolt, his whole body shuddered, cold sweat immediately appearing on his face.
Zhou Yan!
