Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1173

Chapter 1173: Chapter 1199: Still the Shy Type! (Third Release) Chapter 1173: Chapter 1199: Still the Shy Type! (Third Release) “You believe in ghosts? Even I, Sao Saint, am struggling to keep this story going, and you hit me with a 'you believe'?”

“If you believe it, why don't you tell the story?”

Yang Zhen almost blurted out these words.

But seeing the look of admiration on the faces of Yan Zixu and others, Yang Zhen really felt ashamed to drop the act. Alright, he just didn't want to miss the chance to show off.

“A pinch of truth in every tale,” not everything Yang Zhen had just said was completely nonsensical. After all, this was the Grand Desolation Emperor Road, the legendary Land of Sacrificial Extinction. How could it be simple for anyone to just barge in?

Initially, Yang Zhen really didn't notice anything special, but as the thick white mist, known as the Sacrificial Extinction Heaven Mist mentioned by Yan Zixu, slowly rose, Yang Zhen began to feel that this place was kind of extraordinary.

However… Yang Zhen still hadn't completely figured it out.

Upon hearing Dao Mo's words, Yang Zhen looked incredulously towards Dao Mo and the Dao Mo behind him, Dao Chichi, who didn't seem to believe him much, and for a moment, he didn't know where to start.

Dao Chichi sported slicked-back hair and a powdered face, a look that, if placed in an old classical Xianxia story, would have made him the handsome scholar in the old temple of the mountain god.

Since Dao Mo brought Dao Chichi around, Yang Zhen hadn't heard him speak a word, so he couldn't quite figure out what kind of person he was. But just from the name Dao Chichi, one could assume he was no ordinary individual to contend with.

Seeing the interested expression on Dao Mo's face, Yang Zhen curiously asked, “Do you believe me, Dao Mo Senior?”

Dao Mo grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth, and suddenly took a blade of grass in his hand, fiddling with it between his teeth as he nodded and said, “Just now, the old man was discussing the grand layout of this world with Brother Feng, and didn't expect that the junior would break it down in one sentence. The old man now knows that the junior's mastery of the Ksitigarbha Skill surpasses even the two of us old folks.”

Hearing this, Yang Zhen couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

Look, look, now that's a real powerhouse.

Everyone has their own expertise; what you don't know, you simply don't know. Unlike those so-called seniors who rely on their age and won't allow their juniors to show off even a bit even if they're ignorant.

Just this one sentence had indeed improved Yang Zhen's impression of Dao Mo.

Messiness has its charm, like a bright coup in precipitous encounters, admirable indeed!

Yang Zhen waved his hand at Dao Mo, about to offer pleasantries, when he suddenly caught Yan Zixu and the others looking at him blankly, their faces filled with admiration.

Even Shi Feifei's eyes were no longer bright, as she stared dumbly at Yang Zhen as if he was a uniquely handsome guy in heaven and earth.

Although Yang Zhen also felt he was incredibly handsome, capturing the heart of a girl so quickly was a first for him.

Of course, Shi Feifei's heart might be poisonous, so Yang Zhen slammed his own heart shut with a clang.

I have the young miss!

I also have Dao Chichi!

And I've got that chea… spit!

Yang Zhen's face bloomed into a smile, damn it, it's always a thrill to keep up the pretense, off guard for a moment and you panic.

No wonder so many people in the world can't escape vanity; it's truly comfortable to an extreme point.

Hearing Dao Mo's words, Dao Mo's face also showed a surprised look. He sized up Yang Zhen from head to toe and said, “I heard you have that person's Dao seed on you. Have you refined it?”

Yang Zhen had been observing the terrain all this time. Hearing Dao Mo's question, he waved his hand and said, “Why bother refining that stuff? It only adds to the trouble. One's own Dao is always the most suitable.”

A flash of light crossed Yang Zhen's eyes, and he almost couldn't help but shield them.

Dao Mo's face showed satisfaction, and he exchanged a look with Dao Mo as if they were communicating something.

The flash of light came from Dao Chichi's eyes, nearly blinding the audience with their titanium-alloy dog eyes. Yang Zhen unexpectedly glanced at him, and the latter smiled faintly, nodding to Yang Zhen as a greeting.

He's the shy type!

They say that those obsessed with the Dao are arrogant, relying on their mentor who is the famed Dao Mo, not taking anyone else seriously. But looking at it now, it seems there are more exaggerations than truth.

Could a senior like Dao Mo actually teach a disciple who far exceeds expectations?

It must be the sour grapes talk of those who couldn't achieve as much, tarnishing Daoist Obsessor's reputation in the Central Court.

Yang Zhen felt delighted within, as he liked dealing with such people. He asked, “Senior also can't detect any changes in the local celestial patterns here?”

If it were anyone else, Yang Zhen wouldn't dare to ask such a presumptuous question–after all, speaking is an art, and given that Yang Zhen knew how to infuriate people to madness, he certainly knew what to say to whom.

Upon hearing this, the crowd around them took a sharp intake of breath, even Shi Feifei's face changed drastically, she tugged at the corner of Yang Zhen's clothes from behind.

Dong Tianming and the Purple Star Saintess exchanged a look, displaying bitter smiles, ready to explain away Yang Zhen's faux pas at any moment.

Yet, far from being angry, the Sword Devil just laughed heartily and shook his head, saying, “Indeed, I have been engrossed in refining my sword arts, paying little attention to such matters. Young friend, would you enlighten this old man?”

“Enlighten it is!” Yang Zhen grinned, leapt into the air, and positioned himself mid-flight.

From a high vantage point, all other mountains seem small.

When one could hover in the sky, that kind of broad-mindedness is something ordinary people cannot comprehend.

As he saw the landscape fully in his view, Yang Zhen took a deep breath. In his Divine Consciousness Space, the terrain evolved rapidly–a transformation as vast as the sea changing into mulberry fields, almost too swift to follow.

The celestial intricacies of the Ksitigarbha Skill could be said to be the most complex among all things in the world, that's not an overstatement.

Seeing Yang Zhen's expression, the crowd didn't hurry him; they rose to midair along with the Sword Devil and others. Those who had been scrambling to enter the Grand Desolation Emperor Road also paused, casting curious glances towards the group floating above them.

Even the Sword Devil and Dao Mo were not eager to enter, and if these esteemed seniors were not in a hurry, then ordinary people would gain nothing by rushing in–perhaps even encountering unforeseen dangers. Consequently, the spectators all stopped, pricking up their ears, trying to hear what the two seniors were discussing.

But after listening for a while, they only saw a group of people quietly surrounding a young man, all looking astonished.

“That young master looks very familiar, gosh, aren't those people around him disciples from the Third Palace and Six Gates?”

“Did you not see the earth-shattering duel between Yan Zixu and that youth earlier? The young man's name is Yang Zhen, he's the leader of the Third Palace and Six Gates for this expedition.”

“The leader of the Third Palace and Six Gates stands together with seniors like the Sword Devil and Dao Mo, truly the envy of others.”

“Why are the other elders of the Third Palace and Six Gates not present?”

“Hush, my friends, be quiet. There might be a change here, let's listen to what Yang Zhen has to say.”

After the whispers of the crowd ceased, Yang Zhen's face suddenly changed, and he looked peculiarly at the Sword Devil and Dao Mo.

“How so?” Dao Mo looked at Yang Zhen with interest.

The Sword Devil's face was also filled with smiles, sucking on his teeth, presenting an unrefined image.

A strange expression flashed across Yang Zhen's face as he said solemnly, “This place… has been tampered with!”

“What?”

Upon hearing this, all the people simultaneously showed shocked expressions.

The Grand Desolation Emperor Road, with tens of thousands of years of history, who could possibly have meddled with it?

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