Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 950: Chapter 977: No One Gets Out Alive! (Second Update) Chapter 950: Chapter 977: No One Gets Out Alive! (Second Update) “Do you have the guts to bully this Sao Saint and see?”

As Yang Zhen burst into laughter, a terrifying surge of Taoist details erupted with a bang, directly sending the young man’s Taoist details flying.

Yes, flying, not a bit remaining!

“No, this is impossible!”

The color drained from the young man’s face as he roared in anger, frantically driving his Taoist details.

He had indeed seen Taoist details more terrifying than this, but when had he ever seen them completely squeezed out?

Forget about a practitioner in the Celestial Phase, even if a Half-step Great Saint released their Taoist details, it would merely result in a struggle for dominance. It was always a matter of who would suppress whom, not about being sent flying!

At that moment, the young man even began to doubt whether he had cultivated some kind of false Taoist Feeling.

Boom! The roar of the sky!

In the midst of endless furious thunder and lightning, it was as if hell had descended upon the human world.

Yet Yang Zhen’s expression grew even brighter, making him appear like the innocuous fool from next door, harmless enough to make one think anyone could bully him.

But the reality was completely the opposite. After being squeezed out of his Taoist details, the young man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, causing the young woman’s complexion to turn exceedingly ugly.

“Come on, if you don’t come now, you’ll miss your chance.”

Yang Zhen stood in the center of the Shangyuan Hall, waving at the two, while the group behind him was utterly petrified.

Liu Ruoning clutched her mouth tightly, her face filled with disbelief.

When they heard Yang Zhen had reached the first level of the Celestial Phase in cultivation, Liu Ruoning and the others couldn’t believe it.

Now, witnessing Yang Zhen single-handedly oppose two eighth level Celestial Phase experts with such ease, everyone exchanged shocked looks, their faces a picture of astonishment.

A practitioner at the first level of the Celestial Phase suppressing two at the eighth level, so much so that they couldn’t raise their heads?

One could hardly believe it, even when seeing it with one’s own eyes.

“It seems that when Yang Zhen said he had chased away two Half-step Great Saint experts, there might be some truth to it,” Lu Chenghui murmured to himself, growing fonder of Yang Zhen the more he watched.

Changyue Real Man’s face flashed with an affectionate look, repeating ‘good’ three times, unable to utter another word, staring at his disciples Yang Zhen and Liu Ruoning with a proud expression.

Being able to cultivate such outstanding disciples in one’s lifetime was enough to take such pride.

“Yang Zhen, rumors say that you alone with your sword furiously beheaded three layers of Heaven’s Wrath; it seems there is no falsehood in the tale. However, I wish to see if you truly have what it takes to keep us here!”

The young woman screamed, her long sword suddenly transforming into countless petals. As they fluttered in the sky, they formed frightening Taoist details that rushed towards Yang Zhen, obscuring the sky.

“Die!”

The young man also erupted, his long sword resembling a mighty dragon, its roar echoing majestically. Waves of overwhelming energy surged tumultuously, charging towards Yang Zhen. In the same moment, the young man himself pressed forward, bearing down on Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, suddenly brandishing a slender long sword in his hand, swinging it in an extremely flashy move as he bellowed out, “Wan Jian Returning to the Source!”

Hum!

A sound as if metal was clashing echoed through the air; not only countless swords appeared in the sky, but also countless Yang Zhens, each brandishing a sword and flashing intricate swordplay as they rushed towards the two.

“Not good!”

The young woman’s face turned pale with horror, screaming, “The Qu Dust Sacred Sword, how is it possible that you have it?”

Hearing the name of the Qu Dust Sacred Sword, the young man’s face suddenly turned deathly pale, roaring, “Yang Zhen, you’re seeking death. The Qu Dust Sacred Sword is the sacred sword of the Great Nether Dynasty, always in the hands of a Half-step Great Saint. How could it possibly be in your hands?”

The many Yang Zhens’ faces flickered with bright smiles, winking at the two as he said, “Guess?”

“You!” A mad, cruel expression appeared on the young woman’s face as she coldly stared at Yang Zhen and said in a deep voice, “Junior brother, there’s too much uncertainty about Yang Zhen. We shall use the Quechen Sky Shaking Sword to take his life.”

“Quechen Sky Shaking Sword?” A look of shock flashed across the young man’s face, then, clenching his teeth, he said, “Fine, but I still can’t fully master the Quechen Sky Shaking Sword. I need Senior Sister Fang’s help!”

The young man looked at the Quechen Holy Sword in Yang Zhen’s hand, greed written all over his eyes!

Boom——!

An earth-shattering sound rang through the universe as terrifying waves of blood erupted from the young man’s body, painting the sword light in the half-sky with a brutal aura.

As expected, when the young man began to exhibit his technique, his face turned pale, and he spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood as if he had been hollowed out. His face distorted with ferocity as he charged at Yang Zhen.

“Junior brother, Senior Sister will help you!”

A light shout came, and the young woman leaped up, spinning around mid-air and rushing toward the outside of the Shangyuan Hall.

“Fang Xiaolan, you trickster…”

The young man, already reeling from the backlash of the Quechen Sky Shaking Sword and without Fang Xiaolan’s assistance, didn’t even make it to Yang Zhen before he fell to the ground with a thud, blood spraying from his mouth. Staring at the already vanished Fang Xiaolan, he bellowed, “Fang Xiaolan, you wretch, even if I die and become a vengeful ghost, I won’t let you go!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the young man suddenly slammed a palm down on his own head, immediately meeting his end.

Just before dying, the young man, with his mouth full of blood, said to Yang Zhen, “Damn… what a pity, I still didn’t manage to… to die by your hand.”

Damn it, even at this moment, this bastard was still so full of himself.

Yang Zhen sighed and squatted down next to the young man, saying, “Actually, I never intended to kill you!”

“Pfft pfft pfft…”

The young man’s eyes nearly popped out as he spurted out blood in succession, shakily pointed at Yang Zhen, then collapsed to the ground, his soul departing this world in anger.

Cheeky Cat walked up to Yang Zhen nonchalantly, curling its lip and saying, “Damn it, these two bastards bullied your fellow sect members so much, and you still don’t plan to kill them?”

Yang Zhen glared and said, “This Sao Saint was tricking those two fools. Believe in ghosts, if you will; anyone who dares to bully me won’t leave White Cloud Mountain alive.”

“Yang Zhen… are you okay?”

Liu Ruoning stood behind Yang Zhen with a complex expression, wanting to speak but stopping herself, her gaze repeatedly drifting toward Han Yan’er. Her eyes darkened with a sense of shame and inferiority.

Yang Zhen laughed heartily and hugged Liu Ruoning firmly, saying, “Good, I’m very good. Senior Sister, I’m back.”

Turning, Yang Zhen approached Lu Chenghui and Changyue Real Man, saying, “Sect Leader, Master, I have returned late.”

Lu Chenghui laughed heartily, patting Yang Zhen’s shoulder with delight, and said, “Good lad, not late at all. By the way, how did you suddenly come here?”

Yang Zhen shrugged and replied, “It’s a long story. Let’s first discuss the matters of White Cloud Mountain. How did the Great Nether Dynasty come knocking?”

Changyue Real Man huffed, giving Yang Zhen a stern look, and said, “It’s all the trouble you stirred up. The Great Nether Dynasty is now the largest force in Nether State, and I’ve heard that not even the other continents have seen a Half-step Great Saint like them. How did you manage to offend them?”

Yang Zhen curled his lip, saying, “It’s not that I wanted to offend them; they insisted on being offended by me.”

Lu Chenghui and Changyue Real Man exchanged a resigned look and sighed, saying, “Now that it’s come to this, what should we do next?”

Yang Zhen smiled, “I think what Senior Sister said makes sense. Although we stay out of world affairs, we’re not to be bullied at will. If they want the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin heritage, let’s snatch theirs and then make our escape.”

“Run away?”

Lu Chenghui frowned and said, “Yang Zhen, although Shangyuan Sect is small, it’s still an inheritance passed down from our ancestors. You’re asking me to…”

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen felt amused and said, “Old Sect Leader, it’s not like Shangyuan Sect only has this one piece of land.”

“What… what do you mean?”

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Yang Zhen with bewildered expressions.

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