NOVEL NEXT Chapter 481 - 487: Beat You to Death, Grandson! (one more update)
Chapter 481: Chapter 487: Beat You to Death, Grandson! (one more update)
Seeing Yang Zhen actually able to endure an attack from a Divine Transformation Stage practitioner unscathed, everyone was stunned.
This was nearly impossible!
In the face of a Divine Transformation Stage practitioner, even the Mahayana Phase practitioners, Old Ghost Qi and Fang Jielin, had been unable to withstand a single attack, dying on the spot. How could Yang Zhen, who was only at the Tribulation Crossing Period, fare any better?
But the situation before them left no room for doubt. There stood Yang Zhen, unscathed, floating in mid-air — even laughing heartily, repeatedly exclaiming how refreshing it felt.
It was as if someone was finally able to hurt him, and it felt wonderful.
Was this Yang Zhen…some kind of monster?
That terrifying dark light was capable of sealing one’s soul and spirit in a formless manner. Now, such terrifying dark light rushed toward Yang Zhen, serving no other purpose than knocking him flying?
How could this be possible!
Elder Qian and Lu Qiju exchanged glances. No matter how they looked at it, they were both ecstatic.
They might not have had the confidence to defeat the Black Death Clan practitioner even if they joined forces. But with Yang Zhen taking part, it was different. Yang Zhen was so resilient.
“Young friend Yang, since you can endure the attacks of a Divine Transformation Stage practitioner, why don’t you keep him busy while we find a way to attack?”
Elder Qian suggested optimistically.
Lu Qiju quickly added, “Yang…young friend. We may have had some misunderstandings, but they pale in comparison to our current life-and-death situation. Hang in there, protect us while we find a way to deal a heavy blow to him!”
Everyone heard and cheered, all excited.
“As expected of the older generation of Mahayana Phase practitioners. They actually have a way to seriously injure a Divine Transformation Stage practitioner.”
“If Elder Qian and Elder Lu teamed up, even a Divine Transformation Stage practitioner might not be able to withstand it. If they could indeed hurt the Divine Transformation Stage practitioner, maybe we wouldn’t have to die today.”
“Quickly, Brother Yang, whether we live or die depends on you. You have to hang in there!”
“Yes, only if you persevere will the two seniors have the chance to unleash their terrifying martial skills. Only if you persevere, will Miss Hua and Miss Daochi not be killed by this damn Divine Transformation Stage monster!”
“Keep going! We believe you can do it!”
Everyone was shouting, and Elder Qian and Lu Qiju were also gradually getting excited. Their aura was getting stronger and stronger, causing the crowd to exclaim in surprise.
A straw to clutch at? Yet, the mere glimmer of hope was enough to make the crowd’s heart murmur.
The Black Death Clan’s Divine Transformation Stage practitioner looked disdainfully at Elder Qian and Lu Qiju. He scoffed and seemed to dismiss them. Then, just as he was about to speak…
“I say…”
Yang Zhen opened his eyes wide, staring at the two old coots, and said in a daze, “You two have been preparing all this time, letting this Sao Saint here take the beating, just to ‘severely injure’ him?”
Everyone: “???”
What the hell are you talking about? Apart from ‘severely injuring’ him, do you want to kill him too?
Before anyone could react, they heard Yang Zhen mumbling, “Damn, is this the legendary ‘make fierce moves yet have a combat power of only 250?’
Everyone: “…”
The Black Death Clan practitioner looked puzzledly at Yang Zhen and suddenly burst out laughing. “Interesting, very interesting. I didn’t expect to meet such an interesting lad as soon as I came out. If I weren’t in such desperate need of restoring strength, I might have hesitated to kill you!”
Everyone looked at Yang Zhen, their expressions weird and their eyes full of disbelief.
“Yang Zhen, now is not the time for you to run your mouth. Guard us quickly. If we let this guy recover his strength, we will all die here.”
Lu Qiju looked gloomy and irritated, staring at Yang Zhen with a deep voice.
Even Elder Qian flashed a hint of anger in his eyes, telling Yang Zhen, “Young friend Yang, now is not the time to be reckless!”
“Yes, Yang Zhen, quickly guard the two seniors. Maybe they’ll be able to hurt him!”
“Now aside from the two elders, who else can fight against a Divine Transformation Stage practitioner? You should stop taunting at this time.”
“Bloody hell, Yang Zhen, do you want to kill us all? Do you want to just stand by and watch this freak kill Princess Hua and Miss Daochi?”
A crowd was filled with righteous anger, angrily blaming Yang Zhen.
However, Yang Zhen didn’t care about these accusations. He snorted at the crowd’s words, turned to Lu Qiju and Elder Qian and said, “You two, stop messing around. You should go sit on the side, grab a small stool, get some seeds and candy and enjoy the show!”
“Yang Zhen, are you serious…” Lu Qiju was furious, showing a look of uncertainty and fear on his face, shouting, “What are you trying to do?”
“Yeah, kid, what do you want to do?” A Black Death Clan practitioner was looking at Yang Zhen with interest, asking with a sarcastic smile.
Obviously, as the strongest cultivator here, the Black Death Clan wasn’t eager to kill everyone. Instead, they were enjoying the looks of horror on everyone’s faces, like a cat playing with a mouse.
However, Yang Zhen didn’t look horrified at all. Instead, he seemed eager to try something, which made the Black Death Clan practitioner slightly doubtful but he couldn’t figure out where Yang Zhen’s mysterious confidence came from.
“What do I want to do?” Yang Zhen laughed heartily. He stood tall in mid-air, his robes whipping around, long hair flying. He hefted the Great Missing Sword onto his shoulder, staring at the Black Death Clan practitioner and said word by word, “The São Saint naturally wants to… kill you, son of a bitch!”
Buzz—!
An eerie aura erupted from Yang Zhen. For a moment, the sky and earth changed colors, the wind and clouds surged, and thunder roared like heavenly might.
“Thunder?” The Black Death Clan practitioner’s face changed drastically, and he roared out in anger, “Kid, are you courting death? I hate thunder power the most!”
Yang Zhen gave a grunt, his eyes lighting up, “So, you hate thunder power, huh? Okay… If that’s the case, then you can die!”
Boom—!
The sky and earth erupted. Within tens of thousands of feet, countless terrifying True Essences raced towards Yang Zhen, forming a massive whirlpool and surging towards him.
“Impossible!” The Black Death Clan practitioner exclaimed in horror, eyes flashing with a faint green light. Obviously shocked, he stammered, “This is the forbidden skill… No, this isn’t a forbidden skill. Kid, have you gone mad? Stealing Heaven and Earth’s True Essence like this, even if you kill me, you will perish as well!”
What?
Upon hearing the phrase ‘stealing Heaven and Earth’s True Essence’, all the people present wore shocked faces.
Watching the endless Heaven and Earth True Essence flooding towards Yang Zhen, while Yang Zhen’s momentum was increasing at a crazy speed, everyone was terrified.
“It’s actually stealing Heaven and Earth’s True Essence, Yang Zhen, have you lost your mind?”
“No good, Yang Zhen really is a madman. Snatching Heaven and Earth’s True Essence like this is unsustainable. Even if he doesn’t blow himself up, he won’t be able to withstand such a violent impact. His mind will be damaged, turning him into a demon who only knows how to kill.”
Han Yan’er’s face was flickering with worry. She raised her sword to charge at the Black Death Clan practitioner but was stopped by Hua Youyue.
Hua Youyue also stared at Yang Zhen uncertainly. Han Yan’er hadn’t even started to speak when she heard Hua Youyue speak softly, “This is not stealing!”
Boom—!
Airwaves exploded from Yang Zhen. Boundless power converged in the sky to form several violent dragons, their thunderous roars shaking the heavens.
And Yang Zhen, like a god of war striding through the thunder, held the Great Missing Sword and walked towards the Black Death Clan practitioner.
Desolate Heavenly Skill!
Absorbing all things’ origin, and although Yang Zhen could only absorb Heaven and Earth True Essence now… it was enough!
“Stealing?” Yang Zhen snorted with contempt, “So there are idiots among Divine Transformation Stage practitioners too? Which pair of your eyes sees me, Sao Saint, stealing Heaven and Earth’s True Essence? This is called… snatching!”
At the end, everyone’s mouths twitched. Damn, Yang Zhen was definitely doing this on purpose. What was the difference between snatching and stealing anyway?
Seeing that the aura on Yang Zhen was almost catching up to the Black Death Clan practitioner, everyone’s hearts beat wildly.
Elder Qian and Lu Qiju exchanged glances, completely dumbfounded.
“What… has happened?”