Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170: Chapter 1196: You You You, Don't Come Over! (Third Update) Chapter 1170: Chapter 1196: You You You, Don't Come Over! (Third Update) “What…what is that?”

Seeing the Soul Storm within the red light barrier, everyone's face showed a look of astonishment.

It wasn't the Spirit Soul power released by Shi Feifei, her Spirit Soul power had always been known for its strangeness, but the Soul Storm in front of their eyes was far too violent.

“Where is Yan Zixu?”

Someone noticed that Yan Zixu had disappeared, their face full of confusion. They had just been able to see Yan Zixu's figure, but now the sky was full of Yang Zhen; where had Yan Zixu gone?

And Shi Feifei, her scream earlier was so distressing that it left much to the imagination. What had happened to her?

A group of people looked at each other in bewilderment, gazing at the violent Soul Storm in midair, all falling into a state of confusion.

They had seen a ghost; whose Spirit Soul could possibly unleash such terrifying might?

Could this be a type of Martial Skill, perhaps even an illusion?

No one could unleash such a terrifying power of the deep soul, not to mention that Yang Zhen was merely at the Saint Realm. Even a great saint at the doorstep, such terrifying Spirit Soul power was simply too vast, right?

At that moment, a moan came from mid-air, causing everyone to feel a wandering of the mind and a warmth in their noses.

“Yang Zhen, you…you stop it!”

The voice of Shi Feifei came through, her tone full of panic.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of everyone present bulged even larger than a bull's.

What the hell had Yang Zhen done?

What does 'stop it' mean?

Stop what?

Had Yang Zhen been unable to withstand Shi Feifei's spiritual power and revealed his true male nature?

But even if he had revealed it, he shouldn't have been able to lay a hand on Shi Feifei!

The faces of the crowd were full of perplexity, wishing they could grow a pair of divine eyes to see through the Soul Storm completely.

Yang Zhen burst into loud laughter, sounding very much like an irredeemable bastard.

What followed was a scene that blew everyone's minds.

Shi Feifei burst out from the Soul Storm, her clothes disheveled, looking as though they had been torn by someone, barely covering a body that made all men present struggle to breathe.

“Damn it, Yang Zhen this bastard really has the nerve to go that far.”

The eyeballs of the crowd almost popped out, and out of tens of thousands of Practitioners present, not a single one blinked.

However, the next moment, a red mist erupted from Shi Feifei's body, and when she reappeared, she had changed into a sky-blue robe, her face filled with murderous intent as she screamed at the violent Soul Storm, “Yang Zhen, I'm going to kill you!”

Oh my, listen to that, she's going to kill Yang Zhen.

All faces bore a peculiar expression, staring fixedly into the Soul Storm, but alas, they couldn't see anything.

What on earth had Yang Zhen done to earn the wrath of the heavens and the people? Could it be…

A bunch of men's thoughts twisted and turned, imagining every imaginable and unimaginable scenario.

“It's your own fault you couldn't withstand the impact of the Spirit Soul; how is that my problem?”

The Soul Storm gradually dissipated, and the lazy voice of Yang Zhen came through.

The crowd paused upon hearing this, then their gaze uniformly fell upon Shi Feifei.

Shi Feifei's almond-shaped eyes flared with fire as she stared at the slowly vanishing Soul Storm and shouted, “You just wait, one day, I will have you kneeling at my feet, begging me to spare you!”

Yang Zhen blinked his eyes and said to the furious Shi Feifei, “Come on, I'm so scared, who knows when that day might come.”

“You…”

Shi Feifei clenched her teeth, staring at Yang Zhen, and suddenly she let out a chuckle, her eyes shining like blossoms as she looked at Yang Zhen with a soft and swirling gaze, “Shouldn't you take responsibility for what you've done to me?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback.

All those around were taken aback, too.

“It's over, Yang Zhen still can't handle this enchantress.”

“As long as it's a man, no one can stand Shi Feifei. She's just too enchanting.”

“But where has Yan Zixu gone?”

“Who cares about where Yan Zixu has gone now? I just want to know what exactly Yang Zhen, that bastard, did to Shi Feifei.”

Seeing Yang Zhen's confused look, Shi Feifei giggled, her eyes sparkling, and she even gave Yang Zhen a wink.

Even the disciples of Third Palace worship the strong.

Yang Zhen was so young yet had such cultivation, and his Spirit Soul power was so strong that it made a huge impact on Shi Feifei.

Looking at Shi Feifei's demeanor, she seemed even more interested in Yang Zhen.

And seeing Yang Zhen's confused face, Shi Feifei grew more proud, tilted her chin up, and shot Yang Zhen a provocative look.

Yang Zhen burst into laughter, counting on his fingers, “This might be a bit tricky. Let me think, which number are you among the women I'm responsible for? The tenth, or the twentieth? Oh dear, too many beauties to remember all at once. Don't worry, once I've got it figured out, I'll take responsibility for you.”

Upon hearing this, the jaws of the people around nearly dropped to the ground.

This… Yang Zhen is truly shameless.

In this world, who doesn't care about their own reputation?

Shi Feifei was already unbearable, and Yang Zhen, that bastard, considered reputation even less valuable than dung; truly untouchable.

Sure enough, after hearing Yang Zhen's words, Shi Feifei's face showed an utterly dumbstruck expression, completely confused.

What else could she do?

Yang Zhen, that bastard, had no face to lose; what could you do to him?

Just when everyone was still in shock, a hysterical roar came, like a monkey that had been trapped under a mountain for ten thousand years. The sound was full of pain mixed with defiance, soaring to the skies.

Yan Zixu!

Hearing this roar, everyone was startled.

Even Shi Feifei seemed to remember only then that Yan Zixu was also in the middle of the Soul Storm.

By this time, the Soul Storm had gradually subsided. The entire mountaintop had been leveled, and there was Yan Zixu… lying on the ground, or to be precise, burrowing out of the ground.

Despite his Saint Realm cultivation, it seemed he used all his strength just trying to crawl out of the dirt.

Shi Feifei's clothes were torn but it was an improvement; Yan Zixu was completely drained of strength, with not a single piece of cloth left on him.

If not for the mud caking his body, many of the women present would have screamed and turned their heads away.

“Yang Zhen…”

Yan Zixu, showing only a pair of glaring eyes, stared intently at Yang Zhen. He ground out two words through clenched teeth and then coughed violently.

With each cough, more mud spewed out.

Yang Zhen was startled and exclaimed, “Oh dear, sorry about that. I was too absorbed in my practice just now and forgot about you. See how forgetful I am? Want me to get you some water to clean up?”

“You… don't come over here.”

Yan Zixu hurriedly backed away, a look of sheer terror on his face.

Too absorbed in practice?

Blast it, while we were struggling for our lives, you were actually practicing?

Such terrifying Spirit Soul power was merely you practicing?

Yan Zixu felt as if all his years of cultivation had been for naught as he stared at Yang Zhen, dumbfounded, not even noticing that the mud on his body was nearly all shaken off.

Don't come over?

Yang Zhen paused, surprised. Don't come over, was that even possible?

“Ahem, this matter of leading the Third Palace…”

“It's yours, all yours!” Yan Zixu kept retreating, afraid that Yang Zhen would start 'practicing' again.

For some reason, Shi Feifei suddenly giggled, murmuring to herself, “Having such a leader doesn't seem too bad.”

Chapter end

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