Of the two rows of candles, the one on the right was extinguished in an instant, as if an invisible blade of air had sliced through the flame.
The light flickered, and a figure suddenly flashed out of the pitch-black Punishment Hall.
Under the flickering candlelight, the figure seemed erratic, like a demon.
"Sun Wuwei was also killed by you?"
The eerie voice sounded again. Wang Yan narrowed his eyes, his muscles tensing up.
In that instant, he clearly saw that the originally erratic, ghost-like figure was already less than three meters away from him.
"So what if I am, so what if I am not?"
"Could it be that Second Elder wants to punish me, and use the sect rules on me?"
Wang Yan's answer seemed to make Cold-Blooded Tie, who was hiding in the darkness, extremely dissatisfied. Because just as he finished speaking, a muffled groan sounded in the air.
Bang!
The air was compressed, creating a muffled sonic boom, as if a giant hammer had forcefully broken through space and slammed into the Punishment Hall.
This cold snort fell into Wang Yan's ears like a thunderbolt, causing him to tremble as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Answer my question, did you kill Sun Wuwei?"
"You only need to answer yes or no. If you dare to say another word, I'll make you crawl out of the Punishment Hall!"
Shaking his head to suppress the dizziness, Wang Yan's gaze gradually turned cold.
"So what if I am?
So what if I am not? "
It was still the same answer, the same tone, but with a hint of coldness and eeriness.
"You look like you're not convinced. Do you think you can challenge the Elder Hall just because you defeated Zhou Ao and killed Li Zhenhai?"
Without waiting for Wang Yan to answer, a black figure suddenly enlarged in front of him, occupying his entire vision.
"Show me all you've got, let me see how much you're worth."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being too heavy handed!"
Cold-Blooded Tie was like a ghost, suddenly appearing behind Wang Yan, and at the same time, he fiercely slammed his palm on his back!
The only remaining row of candles was completely extinguished by a whirlwind that appeared out of nowhere.
The entire Punishment Hall became pitch-black, as if an eternal night was about to arrive. This desolate place without stars was filled with coldness and danger.
It was like a primordial beast with its bloody mouth wide open, wanting to devour and destroy everything, even the darkness.
"Glaze Myriad Body!"
The pitch-black Disciplinary Hall suddenly lit up with a dazzling light. Tens of thousands of rays of light shot out from Wang Yan's body.
In the blink of an eye, it drilled back into Wang Yan's body at an even faster speed.
In the next instant, Wang Yan had completely become a homeless person. His eyes, which were as dark as the night, were shining with a devilish glaze light.
"Tyrannical Emperor Fist!"
The changes didn't end there. A cold shout rang out from the darkness, and a magnificent scene appeared in the Punishment Hall once again.
A towering phantom that was over a thousand feet tall appeared behind Wang Yan, who had already turned into a man of colored glass.
This phantom was wearing a gilded imperial robe and a peerless crown on its head. Although its face was blurry, only a rough outline could be seen.
However, that tyrannical, shocking, and emotionless cold aura was like the reappearance of an ancient emperor.
It was also like an ancient emperor patrolling. Everywhere it went, everyone bowed down to it.
"Instant execution of two Earth Ranked Martial Techniques?
Very good. I want to see where your limits are. "
In the time it took for a spark to fly, Wang Yan executed two Earth Ranked Martial Techniques.
One for defense and one for offense, complementing each other.
This caused Cold-Blooded Tie, who was originally prepared to use forceful methods to suppress Wang Yan, to become extremely interested. He really wanted to see where Wang Yan's limits were.
This was because ever since Wang Yan's fame rose in the inner sect, all the topics revolved around him.
Furthermore, Wang Yan's performance in the ancient secret realm was no longer a secret to the elders of the Sun Sect.
Even the Sect Master, Nie Feichen, was extremely interested in Wang Yan, not to mention the other elders.
"This old man only has one Star Shattering Palm. If you can break it, then continue."
"If you can't, answer whatever I ask. Otherwise, get out of the Disciplinary Hall on the ground!"
As he spoke, Cold-Blooded Tie's hand didn't stop moving at all. The hand aimed at Wang Yan's back sped up.
Hundreds of streaks of star power suddenly flickered, appearing extremely dazzling in the pitch-black Disciplinary Hall.
Immediately after, hundreds of streaks of star power suddenly started spinning in a mysterious and abstruse way.
Almost in the blink of an eye, an illusory giant hand made of star power appeared out of nowhere in the darkness.
This illusory giant hand of star power was different from what Wang Yan had seen. This was because this giant hand wasn't completely made of star power. Instead, it was a giant hand formed by lines of star power.
The knuckles and the outline were completely formed by hundreds of streaks of star power.
At first glance, it didn't seem to have any power.
It was as if a strong gust of wind could blow it away and make it disappear from the world.
But Wang Yan's expression turned solemn at this moment. His pupils couldn't help but constrict.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen the Star Shattering Palm before. He had already practiced this martial technique when he was in the outer sect.
As one of the few high-grade yellow-class martial techniques in the outer sect, its power was still passable.
And everyone practiced it. No one had ever given up on this martial technique.
Although the Star Shattering Palm was a high-grade yellow-class martial technique in the outer sect, its true form was the only low-grade earth-class martial technique in the Sun Sect. At least on the surface.
"Kid, use your full strength!"
Once the giant hand of star power appeared, it immediately teleported above Wang Yan's head. Following Cold-Blooded Tie's movements, it fiercely slammed down!
Wang Yan didn't hesitate anymore. He turned around, bent his arm, and punched.
His entire movement was as smooth as flowing water. It gave people a wonderful feeling of being at the peak of the world.
It seemed that this punch from Wang Yan wasn't just a simple punch. It contained an indescribable charm.
The shadow behind Wang Yan also followed his movement and punched towards Cold-Blooded Tie from afar.
Bang!
A loud sound rang out in the air. The sound waves made the entire Disciplinary Hall shake non-stop. It seemed like it could collapse at any time.
Rumble …!
Then, a series of sonic booms came from the void. It was as if countless thunders fell from the nine heavens at this moment and exploded together.
A transparent wave of light appeared in the pitch-black Disciplinary Hall. It seemed to be a pattern formed by devouring the darkness.
It crashed towards the giant hand of star power. Wherever it went, the darkness disappeared like snow melting under the spring sun.
The thunder-like collision sounded like a giant's unwilling sigh. The majestic shadow behind Wang Yan slowly disappeared.
"Bang!"
The horrifying aftershock almost blew the roof of the Disciplinary Hall off. The horrifying energy collided and devoured each other. It kept compressing the air, making ear-piercing friction sounds.
"Shadow Slash!"
At the crucial moment, Wang Yan suddenly shot towards Cold-Blooded Tie.
While he was still on his way, a vast and majestic Spiritual Energy suddenly burst out and tore through the air.
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