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Chapter 954: Chapter 981: Unperturbed by the Gorges Within! (Second Release) Chapter 954: Chapter 981: Unperturbed by the Gorges Within! (Second Release) In Yang Zhen’s world, there was no such thing as sneaking around covertly—of course, eavesdropping on conversations and setting people up were another matter altogether.

A person’s reputation, like a tree’s shadow, followed them everywhere, and Yang Zhen’s name was now on the lips of everyone in the Great Nether Dynasty. Stones recording his image and voice were probably scattered all over the sky, so much so that, even if he were to sneak in, once he showed his face, there would definitely be an exclamatory shout: “Wow, that’s Yang Zhen, so handsome!”

Therefore, he might as well strut in like a real man.

And so… Yang Zhen walked straight toward the Nine Dragons Sparrow Platform.

As he huffed and puffed up the steps of the Nine Dragons Sparrow Platform one at a time, everyone he passed was dumbfounded, even forgetting to exclaim his handsomeness—which must have been what they forgot to do, at least that’s what Yang Zhen believed.

A crowd of people watched him dumbly as if their brains had crashed from over processing.

The confused faces of three Half-step Great Saints flickered as they looked at each other, clueless about what had transpired.

From past events, Yang Zhen didn’t seem like a fool—not at all. In fact, rumors had it that Yang Zhen was full of traps, the kind that could leave someone bruised and battered without caution.

Yet such a sly, cunning, and shameless person had just walked right up onto the Nine Dragons Sparrow Platform, a place that all of the Nether State continent was watching.

Not only had he approached, but he also came up to the three Half-step Great Saints, waved his hand, and with a beaming smile, said through grinned teeth, “Hello there, esteemed predecessors! Oh, it’s you, Fang Xiaolan, isn’t it? Long time no see!”

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the surrounding crowd took quite a while to react.

Fang Xiaolan’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Yang Zhen, mouth agape but unable to utter a word.

It seemed that at that moment, nothing could adequately express the weirdness of seeing Yang Zhen there.

Huo Lian’s old face turned red with rage, staring at Yang Zhen, having to take several deep breaths to calm his anger, and finally asked with a relatively steady voice, “Are you Yang Zhen?”

In a flattered manner, Yang Zhen quickly responded, “I dare not claim such honor, I am but a humble man, indeed Yang Zhen. May I ask for your esteemed name, cultivation level, and lineage?”

“You… are you stupid? Whether genuinely stupid or feigning stupidity, today you are bound to die beyond doubt!” Huo Lian couldn’t even muster his anger as he stared dumbly at Yang Zhen, his face full of absurdity.

The three imposing Half-step Great Saints, among the most powerful people in the Nether State continent, were actually being disregarded by a little kid who was just at the initial stage of the Celestial Phase?

The sight of Huo Lian’s twisted expression caused the surrounding crowd to gasp in shock. Many shorter people or those situated lower down clamored up nearby trees, eager to witness this rare spectacle, viewing it as crucial conversational ammunition for the future, even if it meant becoming collateral damage in a fight among deities.

Then, Fang Xiaolan shrieked, pointing at Yang Zhen and exclaimed, “Elders, this is Yang Zhen! He not only destroyed the Great Nether Purgatory but also stole Elder Tie Chen’s Qu Dust Holy Sword and even killed Brother Duan. Elders, you must kill him quickly.”

Her sudden scream startled those around her, and even the three Half-step Great Saints glanced at her with displeasure.

Compared to Yang Zhen’s easy and poised demeanor, Fang Xiaolan, an heir of the Great Nether Dynasty, was like the difference between heaven and earth, clearly inferior.

Such a lack of refinement!

But what the crowd couldn’t understand was whether Yang Zhen was fearlessly confident or simply seeking his own death?

Naturally, Yang Zhen was full of confidence. Even though Han Yan’er and another companion seemed a bit nervous, they weren’t overly concerned. Yang Zhen had said it himself, he was inwardly composed knowing he had plans in place.

In truth, neither of them understood that despite Yang Zhen’s outward calm, he was feeling somewhat anxious inside.

If those three old guys started killing without a word, then fleeing would be his only option—there’d be no chance left to pretend.

However, given the current situation, it was evident that Yang Zhen had achieved his goal. Indeed, even a Half-step Great Saint couldn’t resist their curiosity; the less they understood about Yang Zhen’s backing, the more they wanted to find out.

Yang Zhen looked at Fang Xiaolan with a smile that was not quite a smile and asked, “Miss Fang seems so eager to kill me; does she have a guilty conscience?”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaolan’s face immediately showed a panic-stricken expression, which turned the faces of the three Half-step Great Saints dark with anger.

Guilty conscience?

Of course, he had a guilty conscience; he was running faster than a rabbit during a fight. If Yang Zhen were to expose him now, there would be no good ending for him.

Always eager to kick an enemy when they were down, Yang Zhen was just about to speak when the Second Elder suddenly let out a cold snort and said, “Yang Zhen, the affairs of the Great Nether Dynasty are not yours to criticize. Today, you brazenly show up at the Nine Dragons Sparrow Platform, and I must say, I admire your bravery; however… you must die!”

At these words, a profound smile appeared on the Second Elder’s face, as he said, “Regardless of what you might be relying on, today you don’t need to spell it out. Believe me, if three Half-step Great Saints want you dead, you won’t even have the chance to speak.”

Yang Zhen was taken aback—this old geezer was not playing by the rules!

The surrounding crowd was shocked as well, even paler than Yang Zhen, all of them watching him with schadenfreude.

“That’s it for him then. The Half-step Great Saints won’t even listen to Yang Zhen. They’re going straight for the kill.”

“Yang Zhen has been digging holes for others all his life, and now he’s fallen into the hands of a Half-step Great Saint. I would really like to know what ace he has up his sleeve, but clearly, even if he has one, he won’t be able to play it in front of three Half-step Great Saints.”

Fang Xialan’s face showed ecstatic joy. In such a moment, who would dare to speak? She simply stared at Yang Zhen with a malevolent look, as if he were already a dead man.

A man whom three Half-step Great Saints want to kill, even if he were a Half-step Great Saint himself, wouldn’t be able to utter a single word.

Seeing a wary look finally appear on Yang Zhen’s face, Fang Xialan really wanted to laugh and ask if he regretted anything.

But just then, Yang Zhen let out a sigh.

Yang Zhen… sighing?

All hearts were clawed by curiosity at that sigh, and everyone’s gaze fell upon the Second Elder and the other two Half-step Great Saints, some even showing anxious expressions.

If it weren’t for the fact that they couldn’t stand against a Half-step Great Saint, half of those present would likely have stepped forward to stop the Half-step Great Saint from executing Yang Zhen, insisting that Yang Zhen be allowed to finish what he was saying.

What brought an unexpected thrill to the crowd was that even Huo Lian, a notoriously fiery-tempered Half-step Great Saint, couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked with a dark face, “What else have you got to say?”

At these words, the crowd nearly burst into cheers and applause.

True to the Great Nether Dynasty’s might, always considering the desires of the crowd.

Jian Mao and Han Yan’er both breathed a sigh of relief, exchanging glances, both feeling anxious for Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen, seemingly immune to the anxiety around him, let out another sigh and said, “Actually, it’s nothing much. I just wanted to say… I can break the restrictions on the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, but it seems the seniors here won’t give me the opportunity.”

What?

Including the three Half-step Great Saints, everyone was stunned to hear what Yang Zhen had said!

Then, a cold snort sounded, and the crowd parted to make way as they looked towards the source of the sound.

An old woman, shaking with age, made her way forward, snorting coldly, “Such big talk for someone so young. I am quite curious, whether you truly know the ancient language of the Ale Clan!”

The language of the Ale Clan?

Yang Zhen was startled and asked in surprise, “What’s that?”

The old woman laughed heartily and said curtly, “You claim to be able to break the seals on the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, do you? The seals on the coffin are written in the ancient language of the Ale Clan.”

Hearing this, everyone was dumbstruck.

“It’s over. Another Half-step Great Saint steps in, and Yang Zhen’s biggest support vanishes. Let’s see how he dies this time.”

What a way to sabotage—this is getting embarrassing!

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