Chapter 136 - :1 Also Have a Sword
Chapter 136: Chapter 136:1 Also Have a Sword
Translator: 549690339
“Has Yang Zhen gone mad? He actually dared to provoke them!”
“Two Nascent Soul Stage Experts and many Golden Core Stage Practitioners… Even if Yang Zhen had incredible abilities, could he really fight all of them?”
“I used to think that Yang Zhen was merely a madman, but I was wrong. He is also a fool. Instead of thinking about escaping, he actually dares to fight back?”
When the crowd saw the terrifying aura burst from Yang Zhen, they were all shocked, staring wide-eyed at him with incredulous expressions.
Being fearless required opportune timing. At this moment, Yang Zhen had almost no opportunity to survive. As long as the ninth level Nascent Soul Stage Expert made a move, Yang Zhen was undoubtedly dead. Not to mention that there was another Nascent Soul Stage Expert and many Golden Core Stage Practitioners waiting in the wings.
No one could understand where Yang Zhen got such courage from!
“What was he saying just now? He looks down upon these Nascent Soul Stage Experts?”
“What a joke! A Golden Core Stage Practitioner like him, how could he compete with the Nascent Soul Stage Experts?”
“Fine, let it be. Such an arrogant individual deserves to die. East Forest Island will finally be peaceful.”
No one noticed that Yang Zhen’s countenance shifted to something very serious and solemn, his eyes fixated on the sword in his hand. It seemed as if he only had himself and his sword in this world.
Boom!
An enormous wave of energy shot towards the sky. An elder at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage sneered, hovering midair. He clenched his hand, and the violent energy in midair immediately transformed into a giant hand, ablaze with endless flames, reaching for Yang Zhen.
“Aren’t you a little too young to be so arrogant? Take back your boastful words!”
The furious wave of energy rained down from midair, the terrifying momentum flattened the surrounding low bushes. Rocks shattered and crumbled into dust. Only Yang Zhen stood on the ground, as vulnerable as a sapling in a storm.
Lu Heng equally roared, his longsword shot towards the sky, swelling with energy. He harnessed a tremendous amount of energy, setting the sky ablaze, and took aim at Yang Zhen.
All kinds of martial skills were launched at Yang Zhen. If even one of them hit him, he would undoubtedly be severely injured or dead.
The countless spectators froze, watching the storm of energy roaring in the sky, their gazes towards Yang Zhen changing yet again.
In this dire situation, Yang Zhen was still indifferent, silently looking at the sword in his hand. It was as though there nothing in this world mattered more than the item in his possession.
The middle-aged Nascent Soul Stage Practitioner, whom Yang Zhen had chased over several hills, had a sinister look in his eyes. He was staring intently at Yang Zhen, smirking continuously, his gaze ultimately fixated on a storage ring in Yang Zhen’s hand.
The storage ring contained many heavenly treasures that he could never obtain in his life. This fact was known only to him and a few other ambitious Golden Core Stage Practitioners.
However, those Golden Core Stage Practitioners were all intimidated by Yang Zhen’s sword. Any hesitation would be too late to seize the storage ring by the time Yang Zhen was dead.
The middle-aged practitioner had an advantage in both his position and cultivation realm, he could rush to seize the storage ring and then escape, Nascent Soul Stage ninth level practitioner be damned. With his speed, even a Nascent Soul Stage ninth level practitioner might not be able to catch him!
He was not greedy; he only wanted that one storage ring. Yang Zhen had ten storage rings on his hand, and potentially more tucked on his person.
There was no reason not to take a risk for such a fat sheep.
The middle-aged practitioner inhaled deeply, readying himself for a quick fight.
However, in the next instant, his face turned pale. He quickly hid behind a boulder, his face filled with disbelief as he looked at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen moved. With a mere lift of his head, the atmosphere within a hundred feet changed.
Boom!
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Yang Zhen’s feet abruptly erupted in a terrifying aura. Among the dense wave of rolling energy beneath his feet, like raging sea and tumultuous clouds, he leaped high into the air.
“What…what is he doing?”
Countless eyes looked up at Yang Zhen in confusion. Could it possibly be that Yang Zhen was still trying to resist at this moment?
The next moment, every person present was greatly shaken, their faces turning to fear.
Yang Zhen slowly raised his long sword, moving as slow as a lamb.
But as Yang Zhen raised his sword, all the True Essence in the air became stagnant, a bone-chilling energy was rushing forth, causing everyone to shiver down to their souls.
“Not good, join me to kill this boy!” The color drained from the Nascent Soul Stage Expert’s face. He fiercely tugged at the air, and a terrifying wave of energy formed into an enormous beast of prey, its massive wings blocking out the sun as it charged at Yang Zhen.
Lu Heng also roared angrily, smacked his own chest, and spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood on his turbulent long blade, which immediately ignited into raging crimson flames.
The violent momentum was charging towards Yang Zhen, who glanced downwards casually and muttered to himself, “This is the feeling, this time…it’s enough.”
Buzz!
The rolling energy waves in mid-air suddenly transformed into a fierce wave that could pierce through gold and shatter stones, vibrating on Yang Zhen’s Thunderbolt Sword.
A magnificent aura of destruction surged out from Yang Zhen, causing everyone’s scalp to tingle.
Before Yang Zhen’s eyes, the vision of the elegant woman from the Nine Realms Exquisite Tower appeared again. She was standing quietly in mid-air, wielding a sword, staging a devastating attack.
As the beautiful woman swung her sword down, Yang Zhen’s Thunderbolt Sword, in the midst of everyone’s panic, suddenly erupted in a beam of golden light that penetrated through the heavens and earth, sweeping towards the crowd.
“Impossible, this is impossible!” The Nascent Soul Stage Elder’s eyes bulged out in disbelief, staring at the all-destructive sword in front of him.
Boom!
A terrifying wave of energy exploded in mid-air. The Nascent Soul Stage elder watched as one of his arms and a huge wound on his shoulder fell. A bewildered expression flickered in his eyes as he plunged from mid-air.
Lu Heng was even more miserable. Seeing Yang Zhen’s sword strike, his face changed dramatically. He turned around and ran, but was severed at the waist by Yang Zhen’s sword. He watched in horror as his own two legs flew several feet away, blood spurting out like a fountain.
As for the other Golden Core Stage experts, they fell from mid-air like kites with broken strings, blood raining down.
One sword strike that could shake the heavens!
All the others present were petrified, staring blankly at the scene before them, which looked like hell. Some were even trembling so much they fell to the ground.
Yang Zhen sheathed his sword, standing in mid-air like a sword immortal. His entire being exuded an air of resolution, and this aura was only growing stronger.
Under the immense pressure of two Nascent Soul Stage experts and numerous Golden Core Stage experts, Yang Zhen’s swollen Golden Pill finally cracked, eventually shattering with a pop.
Breaking Core to Baby!
Looking down at a group of dumbfounded witchdoctors, Yang Zhen held his long sword and said slowly, “I, Yang Zhen, have a sword, and I can surely put on a show.”
Whiz!
A figure burst out from behind a colossal stone, disappearing at a speed faster than a lightning bunny.
The crowd finally came to their senses, each of them shooting off towards the distance. Who would dare stay here at this moment?
Just as everyone was scattering, an earth-shattering surge of crimson energy erupted from a towering mountain in the distance, spreading out in all directions. The whole world seemed to tremble within this terrifying wave. Everyone’s faces changed drastically as they lifted their heads to look at the towering mountain.
Yang Zhen was equally taken aback, seeing the terrified looks of the crowd around him, he said with an air of admittance, “Damn, even the dead can put on a bigger show than me. It really is worthy of the Saint Realm powerhouse. Unfortunately, this sword strike did not even unleash one percent of its power..”
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