Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1161

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1187: How Can a Head Be So Hard? (First Update) Chapter 1161: Chapter 1187: How Can a Head Be So Hard? (First Update) The disciples of the Third Palace are truly worthy of their reputation. Upon realizing that Yang Zhen was seriously planning to fight him, Dong Tianming's expression gradually became solemn.

Unlike those half-filled and noisy talents from minor sects, succession disciples like Dong Tianming who come from major heritages, although equally proud and unyielding, are neither impulsive nor foolish.

Yang Zhen dared to challenge him, surely possessing his own confidence and backing. Dong Tianming would not presume, nor act carelessly, fixing his eyes on Yang Zhen, his gaze filled with seriousness.

Yang Zhen unexpectedly gave Dong Tianming a look. This guy's level was obviously different. The Third Palace and Six Gates are truly the Third Palace and Six Gates. Just this attitude alone already surpassed that of the vast majority of so-called geniuses in the cultivation world.

Tu Mieyang's face revealed a hint of satisfaction. Never underestimate any enemy in the world; only then can you avoid capsizing in the gutter. Dong Tianming deeply understood the essence of Tu Mieyang's teachings.

As the aura around Yang Zhen and Dong Tianming grew stronger, Tu Mieyang looked at Zhou Tong with a mocking expression. Zhou Tong's brow furrowed into a knot, clearly not very optimistic about the outcome.

This was within expectations. Both geniuses of the Great Saint Realm, Dong Tianming from the Third Palace and an obscure Saint Realm Yang Zhen who could only rely on cunning to deceive others–who would win and who would lose was almost self-evident.

The pretentious old Taoist looked at Zhou Tong with disdain. He's faking it; this old bastard must be putting on an act. If he really were so troubled, he would never have allowed Yang Zhen and Dong Tianming to come to blows.

This was no longer about who would win or lose. If Yang Zhen lost, Zhou Tong would have lost all face in the entire Third Palace and Six Gates. How then could he establish himself there in the future?

Zhou Tong was unpredictable in his actions, and no one could guess what he was thinking, but he was certainly not a fool.

Far from being a fool, Zhou Tong was as wily as an old fox. Anyone who took his facial expressions and words at face value was bound to be at a disadvantage.

He's definitely putting on an act.

Looking at Ghost Granny, he indeed saw a scornful expression on her face, which also carried a hint of mischief.

Yes, Zhou Tong seemed very confident in Yang Zhen. But where did this confidence come from?

Yang Zhen did not know Dong Tianming's true strength, but the crowd saw clearly that even an ordinary Great Saint Realm practitioner was no match for Dong Tianming, let alone Yang Zhen, who only had Saint Realm power.

Could it be that Yang Zhen, as Zhou Tong said, defies conventional judgment?

Suddenly, the pretentious old Taoist remembered the words of the Green Lotus Sect leader from within the Samsara Realm.

Yang Zhen had no need to deceive anyone because all the present together might not be able to stop him.

With this thought, the pretentious old Taoist felt a shiver in his heart, sensing that the matter was not as straightforward as it seemed.

Just then, Dong Tianming made his move, darting forward like lightning, transforming into a dragon. A terrifying Taoist Feeling power gathered around him into a visible dragon that roared and soared along the ground toward Yang Zhen.

The fearsome blast gouged a deep trench into the specially treated marble flooring of the training ground, sending endless dust flying into the air and causing space itself to twist under the barrage.

Nobody expected Dong Tianming to forgo any testing and go all out from the start.

Clearly, Dong Tianming intended to crush Yang Zhen with overwhelming force, aiming for a decisive kill to end the exchange in an instant.

As the fearsome dragon roared and charged, with waves of True Essence raging like an ocean, the marble debris was swept into the air. To be hit by the dragon was one matter, but even being struck by those stone fragments was potentially fatal.

Roar–!

The dragon danced and howled to the heavens, sacred weapons buzzed menacingly like wild beasts. Terrifying sword intent enveloped the sky, sweeping Yang Zhen into the tempestuous winds in the blink of an eye.

“It's over!”

Many exclaimed in shock–such a fierce attack, and Yang Zhen hardly had a chance to react.

God knows why Dong Tianming unleashed such a powerful and merciless move right at the start, leaving Yang Zhen with no chance to respond.

It was then that everyone truly understood why Dong Tianming was so formidable, so famous even within the confines of the Third Palace.

This was the presence of a true powerhouse, still as a pine until rattled, and when set into motion, causing the world to surge and the colors of heaven and earth to change.

“This is the true Great Saint Realm.”

“Yang Zhen is done for. Both being from the Saint Realm, with such a blow, even if it were twice as slow, I wouldn't be able to react in time.”

“Eh? Where's Yang Zhen? Why can't I sense Yang Zhen's presence?”

As a group of people began to discuss, Yang Zhen's figure had suddenly disappeared.

Not only had his figure vanished, but even his aura had disappeared, as if there had never been a Yang Zhen in the training ground at all.

Consequently, Dong Tianming was left looking like a street performer in the mortal world, howling thunderously by himself.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene before them, their faces filled with absurd expressions.

Yang Zhen… had suddenly vanished?

No, how could that be possible? How could a living person just tear through the void and dive in?

Nearly everyone released their spiritual perception, trying to catch any trace of Yang Zhen. The next moment, everyone cried out in unison, even louder than the dragon Dong Tianming had conjured.

Zhou Tong's eyes shone like two oil lamps, and after sensing Yang Zhen's aura, his mouth split into a grin that reached his ears, snickering non-stop.

The fake Taoist and Ghost Granny exchanged glances, both recognizing the expression of 'so it is' in each other's eyes.

Tu Mieyang exclaimed in shock, “This is impossible!”

Nothing was impossible. Looking at the Purple Star Saintess of the South Heaven Gate, her face carried a perplexed expression, yet she showed no sign of surprise, just a solemn gaze fixed on Yang Zhen mid-air, wanting to laugh but feeling it was inappropriate, forcefully holding it in until her face turned a shade of red.

Where was Yang Zhen?

Holding his Sacred Sword, Dong Tianming flew low across the ground toward where Yang Zhen had been standing, his body's aura rolling about as though he were a dragon soaring through the air.

Yang Zhen, when he appeared again, was actually standing on Dong Tianming's back, stepping on him and flying dozens of feet away.

Dong Tianming apparently also realized Yang Zhen's presence, but under such circumstances, how should he react?

Lift his leg to kick Yang Zhen?

That pose would be a bit awkward.

Or maybe flip over and flick Yang Zhen off with a jerk of his leg?

Ouch, just thinking about that picture feels a bit painful to the eye.

The dragon flipping and jerking its leg to kick Yang Zhen?

Before even attempting the move, Dong Tianming's face was already red.

A thousand thoughts flipped through Dong Tianming's head in an instant, but before he made a decision, Yang Zhen's voice came through.

“Fancy shmancy!”

With that, Yang Zhen squatted down on Dong Tianming's back with everyone watching and punched towards Dong Tianming's head.

Thump–!

A muffled sound made the back of the onlookers' heads throb with pain, making them all gasp.

The damned Yang Zhen was really hitting hard–the sound of it, if it had been someone else, might have really left their head askew.

Dong Tianming howled furiously, the entire dragon's body twisting out of shape, clearly infuriated.

Yet Yang Zhen seemed oblivious, muttering to himself, “Damn, how can a head be this hard?”

Pfft–!

The usually serious Purple Star Saintess couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

Chapter end

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