After a few seconds, the harsh sound of wind breaking rang out, and a steady stream of people landed around Wang Yan.
However, as soon as these people landed and saw Wang Yan, they screamed and fled in all directions as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
This scene lasted for more than ten minutes until no one else landed, and then it gradually subsided.
However, despite the earth-shattering battle cries, the scattering of star power, and the raging wind, no one stood in front of Wang Yan.
To be precise, no one set foot within a radius of a hundred miles around Wang Yan.
It was as if this area of 50 kilometers had become an absolute forbidden area, and anyone who dared to take a step into it would have their soul destroyed and their body destroyed.
Seeing this scene, Wang Yan shook his head helplessly. He slowly sat on the ground and closed his eyes to meditate.
It was not that Wang Yan was arrogant, but that he already knew that this group of people had already been scared out of their wits and lost their fighting spirit after the qualifiers and knockouts.
This bizarre scene made countless people watching outside the Sumeru Mirror suddenly burst into an uproar.
"If this goes on, won't this killer enter the finals without any effort?"
"Then what do you want?
Who dares to act rashly in front of him? "
"That's true. The reputation of the killer has been deeply rooted in people's hearts."
"In my opinion, Wang Yan will most likely become the champion of the Talents Convention this time!"
"Not necessarily. Don't forget that there are still the royal family, the three temples, and the four major families. These elites have not yet shown their talents …"
Wang Yan did not know how people outside evaluated him. At this moment, he was completely immersed in the exquisite sword moves of the Slaughter Heavenly Sword Technique.
The Heavenly Sword Elder was indeed an expert of the ancient times. Although he had been suppressed by Extreme Sky Venerable all his life.
However, the Slaughter Heavenly Sword Technique that he created could be called the ancestor of the Sword Doctrine, a supreme sword technique.
As long as one was a swordsman, obtaining the Murderous Heavenly Sword Art would be like adding wings to a tiger, and their strength would increase by leaps and bounds.
After all, even a genius like Simon Rampart had chased after Wang Yan after seeing the Four Directional Traversal. One could imagine how powerful the Murderous Heavenly Sword Art was.
Of the thirty-six sword techniques, Wang Yan could only display the first two at the moment.
It wasn't that he was stupid, it was just that he didn't have the time to comprehend the essence of the Murderous Heavenly Sword Technique.
Right now was a very good opportunity. Although it was the finals of the Convention of Geniuses, no one dared to challenge Wang Yan, which bought him a rare time.
The third form of the Murderous Heavenly Sword Technique was called Shattering Heaven and Earth. It was a simple horizontal slash.
However, such a simple move, when practiced by the shadow of the Murderous Heavenly Sword Elder left behind in the Murderous Heavenly Sword Technique, had the power to shatter heaven and earth.
Wang Yan immersed himself in it, watching the shadow of the Murderous Heavenly Sword Elder swing his sword, and gradually comprehended the essence of it.
The third sword technique was about "momentum." It could be understood as momentum, or it could be understood as sword momentum.
When the sword slashed out, it contained an indomitable momentum that cut off all means of retreat.
It was as if it was going to slash the heavens and destroy the underworld. The momentum was fierce and domineering, comparable to the Mighty Sky Staff Technique.
One had to know that this was a sword technique that walked the path of elegance and lightness, but it had an overbearing momentum.
It was as if this was not a simple sword technique, but a mixture of thousands of variations.
"I heard that you've earned the title of Killing Star. I really want to test your strength."
A domineering voice entered Wang Yan's mind, interrupting his thoughts.
Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes. What entered his vision were seven silhouettes that exuded an overbearing aura.
These seven silhouettes were all wearing luxurious gold robes. The one in the middle was wearing gold and jade, and he had an imposing demeanor.
Sadly, his demeanor was not one of elegance. On the contrary, he was arrogant and domineering.
Though he was tall and handsome, he had the temperament of a playboy.
The six people that surrounded him were cold and their eyes were sharp. They exuded an intense killing intent.
"Are you ready to die?"
Wang Yan did not stand up. Instead, he sized up this person with interest.
In an instant, the young man's eyes surged with violence. "What an arrogant young man. Do you know who I am?!"
"I am not interested in knowing about someone who is about to die."
"Arrogant!
Let me tell you, I am the Second Prince of the Jinling Dynasty, Jin Zhengyang. I hereby sentence you to death for the crime of boasting! "
Wang Yan was slightly stunned when he heard that. Afterwards, he looked at Jin Zhengyang like he was looking at an idiot.
He suddenly felt that the Emperor of Jinling, who had shaken up the entire Starsource Continent, was rather pitiful. He had produced people like this.
First, there was the arrogant fifth prince, Jin Yutai. Now, there was the idiotic second prince, Jin Zhengyang.
Were the so-called five dragons and four phoenixes all like this?
"Kill him for me!"
Perhaps Wang Yan's gaze had angered Jin Zhengyang, but he flew into a rage and bellowed out.
Immediately, four of the six people charged towards Wang Yan.
They moved so quickly that they were like four comets shooting across the sky. They gave off terrifying presences and pressure.
Wang Yan rolled his eyes. He brought two fingers together and suddenly slashed out.
This was not a casual slash. Instead, it was a simulation of the third form of the Murderous Heavenly Sword, Heaven-splitting, Earth-slaying. Its power was extraordinary.
At that moment, an almost tangible strand of sword Qi shot out. It was ten feet in length.
When the sword Qi shot through the air, it easily cut through the tough barrier of space, revealing a pitch-black crack that was as smooth as a mirror.
In the next moment, as the violent streams of space rampaged, four figures split into four directions and attacked Wang Yan together.
Every single one of their palms shone with dazzling astral power, reaching towards Wang Yan like four scorching suns.
The violent presences ripped apart the surrounding space and exploded the air, causing a series of booms.
However, as Wang Yan slashed out with two fingers and slashed out with sword Qi, the four of them stopped before they could even get close.
Chi!
A dark-red line of blood shot out. It turned into a bloody mist and floated down from the sky powerlessly.
Thump …!
As four heavy objects fell to the ground, the upper bodies of the four people moved away from their waists before they could completely attack. They fell to the ground!
Four thick lines of blood spurted out, looking like pillars. Then, four decapitated corpses appeared around Wang Yan.
"Now, do you still want to kill me?"
Wang Yan's indifferent voice landed lightly in Jin Zhengyang's ears. To him, it was like a bolt from the blue, shaking his soul and making him feel like his guts were about to explode.
Four Dragon Protection Guards at the peak of the eighth level of Cuixing Realm were killed so easily?!
Jin Zhengyang's face turned pale and his eyes were full of fear. Then he screamed miserably, "Brother, help me!"
His voice was high-pitched and penetrating. It was earth-shattering.
Wang Yan smiled at once. He had never seen a prince as useless as Jin Zhengyang.
He called for help when he couldn't win. What a weirdo.
Just when Wang Yan was about to let Jin Zhengyang go, the void suddenly rippled, and a tall figure walked out of it.
Then came the overwhelming cold air, which made the temperature of the surrounding air drop suddenly.
It made people feel like they were in the middle of winter, facing the biting cold wind.
(End of this chapter)