High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

"I will not let you take him away!"

Murong Yan refused to budge an inch. Seeing this, Zhou Chongxuan sighed softly, "If I'm not mistaken, he should be your sister's child. I understand why you're protecting your sister's flesh and blood. Murong Xiangqing passed away early, leaving behind this child. As her aunt, you naturally wouldn't want anyone else to take him away."

Murong Qing's expression turned serious; the other party actually knew everything.

Ignoring her coldness, Zhou Chongxuan continued, "But this is by no means a private matter for your Murong family. What he is involved in is of vital importance to the human race..."

His gaze returned to Shen Chang'an, his tone carrying a condescending tolerance.

"Make way, I'll only take him with me, I won't make things difficult for you. The battle in Beiming is in full swing right now, you don't want to start a fight here, do you? You should think about the bigger picture."

"He just barely escaped death from the sea, and you turn around and want to forcibly take him away? Is this what you call the big picture?"

Murong Yan stared intently at him, her voice as cold as ice.

"Once he returns to the capital, someone will take care of his wounds."

"No need!"

Murong Yan refused decisively and cleanly.

Zhou Chongxuan's last bit of patience vanished completely: "I did not come here to discuss anything with you."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and clasped his five fingers together.

Murong Yan immediately struck out with his palm, and a thick spiritual light condensed into a solid barrier in front of the stone platform. At the same time, Murong Qing activated the Fangcun Liunian technique, attempting to slow down the opponent's attack.

However, Zhou Chongxuan simply took a step forward, and the pale white light spread along his sleeves, penetrating the barrier the instant it touched it.

Murong Yan was startled, feeling his spiritual power rapidly losing its connection. The originally stable spell patterns were forcibly dismantled, and even the power of Fangcun Liunian dissipated rapidly when it approached the white light.

Zhou Chongxuan's momentum didn't diminish, and Murong Yan was forced to exchange a blow with him. Her body slid backward violently, a sweet taste rising in her throat, and blood spilled from the corner of her lips. Murong Qing was about to follow up when a sharp gust of wind swept towards her, shattering her nascent spell. Already severely injured, she stumbled and nearly fell to her knees.

Zhou Chongxuan bypassed the two men, his withered hand reaching straight for Shen Chang'an: "With your body covered in wounds, don't...

Just as he was about to succeed, a hand burning with golden flames suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Zhou Chongxuan's words came to an abrupt halt, and Shen Chang'an had already opened his eyes at some point.

His face was ashen, and the severed arm remained empty, but outside that wound, the raging Phoenix True Fire was extending along his shoulder, condensing into a clearly defined arm.

Zhou Chongxuan flicked his wrist, and a pale white light spread along the flames, causing the golden palm to dissipate. However, Shen Chang'an took advantage of this moment to sit up abruptly and land in front of Murong Yan.

As he stood up, he couldn't help but gasp. A sharp pain shot through the wound in his chest and abdomen. Although the wound had barely closed, the new flesh inside was far less resilient than before.

This violent movement caused his suppressed breath to surge again, and a trace of crimson seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Chang'an!"

Murong Yan quickly reached out to support him.

His divine sense swept across the surroundings, giving him a general understanding of the situation, before he stared at Zhou Chongxuan: "It seems quite a few people have come from the capital."

Zhou Chongxuan examined the newly formed fiery arm, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Now that you're awake, come with me. There are some old stories that you should know."

But the boy in front of him responded with a burst of spiritual energy.

Black and gold flames surged forth from beneath his feet, instantly engulfing the scene around the stone platform.

The branches and leaves of the parasol tree swayed wildly, and runes rose from the canopy, instantly connecting to form an array.

The Lesser Thousand Sword Array was suddenly activated, and dense sword light gathered in mid-air, instantly transforming into a giant sword that could split the heavens and earth, slashing down with the force of thunder!

Zhou Chongxuan raised his hand to meet the attack, and a pale white light flowed upwards, steadily catching the falling sword.

Before the greatsword even touched the hem of his clothes, the runes on its surface began to crumble inch by inch, and the massive blade rapidly melted away from the edge upwards, turning into countless streams of unclaimed light in the blink of an eye.

"It is the True Understanding of the Primordial Unity!"

Murong Yan reminded him urgently.

"That's their Zhou family's inherited technique, capable of dismantling all spells. Don't let him directly encounter your magic!"

Shen Chang'an's eyes narrowed slightly. This method was strange, and he did not intend to study it in detail for the time being. He made a decisive decision, gave up on activating the second sword light, and slowly raised the palm formed by flames, quickly forming a hand seal.

Zhou Chongxuan frowned slightly. In an instant, countless tiny points of light lit up all around. Spatial nodes appeared one after another at his feet, above his head, in front of him, and behind him, and dense light quickly spread out between them.

Those nodes bypassed his protective aura and quietly spread out in all directions, completely sealing off the entire world.

Shen Chang'an's face grew paler and paler, and his right hand clenched tightly.

"Break!"

All the nodes in the sky shone brightly at the same time!

The composure on Zhou Chongxuan's face finally vanished.

He spread his sleeves wide, and the Primordial Taiyi True Understanding spread outwards with all its might, attempting to dissolve the closing seal.

The outermost nodes went out immediately, but the remaining nodes were completely locked.

The surrounding space suddenly shifted!

The area beneath Zhou Chongxuan's feet was completely shattered by the crisscrossing cuts.

His spiritual power surged dramatically, and a massive spiritual form materialized within arm's reach, its arms clasped together to tightly protect his true form in the center.

However, before the spirit could fully unfold, its shoulder was mercilessly sliced ​​open by a spatial rift, followed by its arms, chest, abdomen, and waist!

A burst of spiritual light shot wildly along the crack, and the newly solidified body was brutally cut into several pieces.

Zhou Chongxuan groaned, and taking advantage of the moment his spiritual form collapsed, he used all his strength to move sideways. A line of blood ran from his forehead down to his neck, while another line cut deeply into his abdomen, almost severing him in half.

As the shattered space gradually mended itself, Zhou Chongxuan was covered in blood, his disheveled white hair smeared with sticky blood on his face.

He raised his hand to press on the side of his neck, blood gushing between his fingers. If he had been just a fraction more off, that cut would have severed his head.

He simply couldn't understand how this junior in the seventh realm, who was just waking up from serious injuries and even had lost an arm, could unleash such a terrifying killing move in the blink of an eye!

Shen Chang'an gave him no chance to breathe. The Thousand Transformations Spear had already fallen into his hand. The space beneath his feet suddenly shrank, and he passed through the still-dissipating spiritual light like a ghost. The sharp spear tip pierced straight for Zhou Chongxuan's brow!

Zhou Chongxuan turned to the side in shock, and white light rose again in his palm. But this time, what came straight at him was neither a phantom formed by spiritual energy nor a spell activated from mid-air, but a real innate spiritual treasure spear! The pale white light grazed the spear shaft, and the spearhead was unstoppable, pointing straight forward.

He hastily raised his palm to strike the gun barrel, attempting to deflect it, but Shen Chang'an twisted his wrist in the process, the sharp tip of the gun grazing his arm and instantly tearing a deep, bone-revealing gash.

Immediately afterwards, the fiery hand gripped the butt of the spear, and with both arms exerting force at the same time, the spear was thrust forward violently!

Zhou Chongxuan's protective aura shattered instantly. He felt a chilling coldness in his chest, followed by excruciating pain as the Thousand Transformations pierced through his chest!

His eyes were wide open, his hands gripped the gun barrel, and he poured out his spiritual power wildly, trying to force the person in front of him back.

However, Shen Chang'an didn't bother to compete with him in magic. Instead, he gripped his spear and pushed forward relentlessly, forcefully hurling him off the stone platform. Two deep furrows were carved into the bluestone ground beneath his feet.

Blood gushed from Zhou Chongxuan's mouth as he completely lost his composure: "Wait a minute..."

His voice was hoarse and broken, and he had long lost his previous composure.

"I have no intention of killing you; I only wish to take you back to the capital..."

Shen Chang'an stared at him coldly, his hand holding the gun remaining motionless.

Zhou Chongxuan gripped the gun barrel tightly to prevent the bloody hole in his chest from getting bigger.

He had been asleep for many years and had finally seen the light of day again. He hadn't even figured out the shocking secret of this young man yet. How could he die here so pathetically?

"Everything can be discussed!"

He was breathing heavily, fear overcoming all desires, his gaze, driven by the will to survive, passed over Shen Chang'an and turned desperately to the rear.

"Murong Yan! Tell him to stop!"

Murong Yan stood behind, his lips pressed tightly together, not uttering a word.

The fear in Zhou Chongxuan's eyes finally broke through completely.

The black flames on the spearhead were spreading wildly along the wound, and he could clearly sense that the domineering and incomparably destructive power was pressing closer and closer to his soul.

"Don't forget, you still have uncles and aunts, and a whole host of friends on earth!"

His hands gripping the gun barrel convulsed violently, and his speech became increasingly rapid due to extreme terror.

"If I die here, the Zhou family will never let you go! Can you protect them every step of the way? You..."

Shen Chang'an suddenly twisted his wrist.

Violent black flames erupted from the spearhead, pouring into the bloody wound in his chest! Zhou Chongxuan's soul, which had just broken free of his physical body and was attempting to escape, collided head-on with the raging flames. He only had time to let out a short, shrill scream before being burned back into his body.

His body convulsed violently, his bulging eyes staring at Shen Chang'an, and his bloodied lips still trembling in vain.

Shen Chang'an remained silent throughout, and suddenly flicked his Thousand Transformations hand upwards!

Scalding blood splashed across the sky, and the black flames closed in, completely incinerating the last wisp of the dying soul into nothingness.

Zhou Chongxuan's mangled body slid off the spearhead and crashed heavily onto the stone platform, with only the dark black flames still dancing silently on the remains.