Chapter 1216: Chapter 1241: If Being Handsome is Also a Crime! (Part One) Chapter 1216: Chapter 1241: If Being Handsome is Also a Crime! (Part One) Confronting the surging Demon Qi, Yang Zhen was not at all worried.
When experts clash, often between stillness and motion, one can take the initiative.
The standoff between Nine Dragons Saint and Dao Mo Shu Ya had lasted a long time. Seeing things going poorly for Nine Dragons Saint, Yang Zhen finally spoke up to remind him.
Sure enough, Nine Dragons fully recovered from that abnormal state. Amidst hearty laughter and a leaping motion, he swiftly appeared before Yang Zhen. The Saint-Slaying Sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with a blaze of light, and with a loud bang, it struck the Demon Qi.
A thunderous roar akin to the heavens spinning and the earth overturning echoed, the collision of sword radiance and Demon Qi causing the surrounding heavens and earth to shudder, both dissipating from everyone's sight.
With nine dragons roaring and shaking the sky behind him, Nine Dragons stood in midair like a war god, looking up at the sky and said, “Shu Ya, in your current form, you are no match for me. I know you have come out, why not show yourself and fight?”
“Show myself and fight?”
Shu Ya's voice boomed from all directions, deafening as he laughed heartily and sneered, “Show myself and fight, only to have you shameless lot attack me en masse? You think I'm a fool?”
Yang Zhen chuckled, turning to Nine Dragons and said, “Old fellow, this guy doesn't seem foolish at all, does he? If he doesn't come out now, do we really have no way of dealing with him?”
Nine Dragons said solemnly, “This Demon Qi is merely a part of his avatars. Even if all are destroyed, it's just a minor loss to him. If he refuses to come out, naturally we can do nothing about his life.”
Shu Ya laughed heartily, sounding utterly pleased with himself.
Yang Zhen, unable to tolerate such arrogant noise, rolled up his sleeves, walked up to Nine Dragons and said, “Take his life? We can take this guy's life any time we want. Instead of just killing him, chopping up his avatars bit by bit–now that's truly exhilarating.”
Hearing this, those around them gasped in unison, their faces looking oddly at Yang Zhen.
“Scoundrel!” Shu Ya's voice suddenly turned malicious, and terrifying dark clouds churned tumultuously in the sky, resembling a hundred staring eyes, making everyone extremely uncomfortable, “Scoundrel! You've just broken through to the Saint Sovereign Realm, do you really think Nine Dragons can protect you?”
“Ah ha!” Yang Zhen placed his hands on his hips and looked up, saying, “Angry because of embarrassment, aren't you? I, the Sao Saint, am right here. If you dare, come and bite me.”
As Jian Mo and Dao Mo and others arrived, they just heard Yang Zhen's words, and their lips twitched.
Zhou Tong grinned and said, “I really wonder who offended Yang Zhen, the scoundrel. Pitiful, truly pitiful. Aren't they going to be pissed to death?”
“Roar!”
A thunderous roar rocked the heavens, and in an instant, the furious clouds transformed into numerous swords, rushing towards Yang Zhen anew.
“Scoundrel, today I shall take your life to consecrate my sword!”
Thunderous sounds deafened everyone, startling them.
Under the spatial fluctuations, countless sword radiance, like slicing through the void, reached Yang Zhen in an instant.
Nine Dragons, furious, pushed Yang Zhen aside and said, “So be it, today I shall sever one of your avatars, let's see how arrogant you can be!”
Roar!
Nine Dragons' fury surged, the violent air waves erupted from the Saint-Slaying Sword, striking heavily upon the black sword radiance.
As Nine Dragons rose back into the air, air waves rolled around him and the long sword danced, like a rainbow piercing through heaven and earth, ripping through the void, invincible and shattering not only the black sword radiance but also the dark cloud of mist in midair to pieces.
Yang Zhen watched, wide-eyed and speechless, thinking this was indeed a battle between the mighty, causing the space to shake apart. Seeing this, the heavens and earth seemed quite pitiful.
Who had offended the heavens, constantly riddled with holes by these mighty beings each day.
No wonder the Great Desolation Era was about to erupt in some apocalyptic catastrophe; it seemed that even the heavens were peeved, deciding to wipe out all powerhouses in a fit of rage.
Thinking this, Yang Zhen couldn't help but shudder.
The cheeky cat beside him was overly excited, bouncing around and acting as if he was commanding the world.
“Wow, where did Nine Dragons stab with that sword? That's kinda sneaky.”
“Eh, that move by Black Cloud wasn't bad, elusive yet substantial, but damn, hold your ground, man! Scuttling off with your tail between your legs, what's that about?”
“Oh dear, how shameless! Dude, Nine Dragons is as shameless as you are! Judging by Black Cloud's reaction, he must have hit the chrysanthemum, must be painful.”
Yang Zhen slapped down and scolded, “Can you keep quiet for a bit? At this rate, the Five Extremes Land will be destroyed, and then we're all done for.”
The cheeky cat shrank its neck and chuckled, “Man, you're exaggerating a bit. The universe isn't so easily destroyed; even an Emperor Realm Expert here wouldn't be able to smash a piece of this world.”
“What do you mean?” Yang Zhen asked curiously.
Acting like he knew everything, the cat folded his arms behind his back and said, “You're unaware, but the cosmic laws leave nothing to chance. You think this battle is unknown to the cosmos? It's probably already devised a strategy for evolution. Regardless of how the battle unfolds, the universe can evolve through its mysteries. This world is always perfecting itself in endless changes.”
Yang Zhen, wide-eyed, turned to Hua Youyue and asked, “Is that so?”
“Indeed.” Hua Youyue replied with a smile.
Yang Zhen's eyes immediately lit up.
At that moment, Daemon Sao Saint seemed to have lost his patience. With a roar, the sky suddenly condensed into a massive figure looming in midair.
Everyone gasped, and Yang Zhen watched in amazement.
Daemon Sao Saint, though a demon cultivator from the Demon Domain, resembled a human quite closely, even possessing a slender figure and somewhat delicate features, resembling a handsome young man.
“Damn, this pretty boy, he's rather impressive, almost as dashing as Sao Saint here.”
The cheeky cat, bewildered, let out a snicker: “Is it that hard to admit someone else's excellence?”
Furious, Yang Zhen glared and said, “Damn, whose side are you on? This counts as excellent? If he's excellent, wouldn't Sao Saint have ascended to heaven?”
Without waiting for the cat to respond, Yang Zhen leapt up and charged towards Sao Saint.
“If being handsome is a crime, then Sao Saint is so villainous that even heavens can't bear it. This is too hard!”
Sao Saint stumbled mid-air, baffled by Yang Zhen's approach, and bellowed, “Boy, are you really going to oppose me?”
Yang Zhen shook his head and said, “You're not making sense. You and Sao Saint's brother were fighting to the death. Did you expect Sao Saint to just stand by and cheer '666'?”
Sao Saint paused, somewhat lost for words.
Grinning, Yang Zhen said, “Besides, Sao Saint isn't here to fight you. I just want to see if these cosmic laws really are as miraculous as 'leaving nothing to chance'.”
With that, Yang Zhen drew the Great Missing Sword and charged at Sao Saint with a shout.
“Little thief, take my sword!”
Sao Saint's face showed utter confusion, struggling to react.
Chapter end
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