Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1217

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1242: However High Your Kung Fu Skills Are, They Still Fear the Kitchen Knife! (Second Update) Chapter 1217: Chapter 1242: However High Your Kung Fu Skills Are, They Still Fear the Kitchen Knife! (Second Update) Momma, this is the first time I'm fighting a demon practitioner, and it's making me damn nervous.

Yang Zhen, slinging the Great Missing Sword, was circling around Shu Ya, pondering what angle to approach from.

“Nine Dragons fellow, is there anything I should pay attention to when fighting a demon practitioner?”

After circling for a good while, Yang Zhen turned and asked Nine Dragons.

Hearing this, Nine Dragons's face showed a wry smile; there were indeed a few things to watch out for, and this was a good opportunity to discuss them with Yang Zhen.

But before Nine Dragons could even open his mouth to speak, Yang Zhen was already muttering to himself, seemingly talking to himself.

“Crap, do I just go in swinging and chop away, or should I shout out the names of some martial skills to boost my morale? This is my first time fighting a demon practitioner; I don't even know if I'm doing it right, whether my poses are cool. I should've bought a manual to read beforehand.”

Yang Zhen's voice wasn't loud, but almost everyone present, with their cultivation levels, could hear him clearly, catching every word.

The corners of everyone's mouths began to twitch, and Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er both snickered.

“He's such a chatterbox!” Han Yan'er pursed her lips, giving Yang Zhen a couple of glares, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her.

Clearly, Yang Zhen's words had somewhat eased the worries in their hearts.

This damn Yang Zhen still had the mood to joke around; he must be confident that he, at the very least, wouldn't die at the hands of Shu Ya.

The cheeky cat by the side was all eyes, and said to Yang Zhen, “Kid, there's one thing you should pay attention to.”

Yang Zhen was taken aback and turned to look at the cheeky cat, “What's that?”

The cheeky cat pondered for a moment, then earnestly said, “Don't just go poking butts and fondling flowers, give the demon sovereign some face, after all.”

“Scram!”

Yang Zhen glared: “Get as far away from this Sao Saint as possible!”

Roar–!

This wasn't the cheeky cat roaring, it came from Shu Ya, whose eyes had turned blood red, his body's black waves of Qi now tinged with a bloody hue.

Clearly, Shu Ya had been enraged by the two bastards, Yang Zhen and the cheeky cat.

“You wretched brat, if I don't kill you today, I swear I am not fit to be called a sovereign. Even if Nine Dragons is by your side, even if hundreds of human practitioners surround and attack me, I will make sure you die an excruciating death today.”

Boom boom boom!

The terrifying waves of Qi were like a stormy sea, as countless strands of black Qi became sword flashes charging at Yang Zhen.

The fearsome aura that seemed to rip through space made everyone gasp and they hurriedly scrambled away.

But as they scrambled, everyone was aware of the dangers of Demon Qi, and just as Shu Ya couldn't let Yang Zhen go today, the many Taoist practitioners present could not allow Demon Sovereign Shu Ya to escape.

If Shu Ya were to break free today, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As the multitude of practitioners scattered, they subtly surrounded Shu Ya, sealing off all his escape routes.

Yang Zhen didn't notice this and, seeing Shu Ya charging at him, he burst into hearty laughter. The Great Missing Sword in his hand erupted with terrifying Qi, pointing the sword at Shu Ya, he said, “Didn't your mother tell you not to casually set up flags when you're out and about?”

Boom–!

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhen also leapt into action, his body's rolling waves of Qi sending up fearsome streams of dark golden Qi into the sky.

What are you joking about, I'm in the Saint Sovereign Realm, okay?

I've never encountered a strong opponent in the same realm, and you think you, as a demon sovereign, have an extra head?

Nine Dragons on the side was snickering non-stop, watching Shu Ya leap forward and joining the fray.

Boom!

The world shook and the laws roared, as terrifying waves of law Qi surged like volatile tides in the sky.

Yang Zhen was knocked back and said to Nine Dragons Saint, who was also sent flying, “The two of us ganging up on one demon sovereign, doesn't it seem a bit unscrupulous?”

Nine Dragons Saint pondered for a moment, then with a solemn face said, “I think it's okay.”

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, “Just like me, I also think it's fine!”

The two exchanged a glance and shamelessly charged toward Shu Ya again.

During the previous clash, although Yang Zhen and Nine Dragons were shaken and flung backward, it was clear that Shu Ya had not fared any better, retreating over a thousand zhang before coming to a halt, his vital energy roiling throughout his body as he weirdly stared at Yang Zhen, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

“Kid, be careful, Shu Ya has murderous intentions.”

Nine Dragons warned Yang Zhen from the side.

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, “I'm also killing 'ducks' here, take this sword!”

With Yang Zhen's current speed, the great saints present couldn't make out how he managed to get so close to Shu Ya so quickly. In virtually a single step, he had crossed a distance of over a thousand zhang.

The Great Missing Sword in his hand surged with black qi, and amidst the roaring and bellowing of the Evil Shadow Black Glutton, a heaven-enveloping black vapor shrouded Yang Zhen.

Roar!

An earth-shattering roar came, but Yang Zhen's expression suddenly became serious.

In an instant, a black light flashed past Yang Zhen, causing a great tremor in his tiger's mouth, bringing a sinister premonition.

Boom—-!

The space tore apart, a tremendous impact sent Yang Zhen flying, and though Shu Ya was also not in great shape, the sinister smile on his face became even more eerie.

Yang Zhen dumbfoundedly looked at the Great Missing Sword in his hands, his face full of a 'Mother selling batch' expression.

Broken!

The Great Missing Sword, which had been by Yang Zhen's side like a brother, was actually broken by that bastard Shu Ya.

A flicker of anger crossed Yang Zhen's face as he stared at Shu Ya and said, “Big guy, you are done for. The last person who angered me is probably already reincarnated.”

Shu Ya burst into boisterous laughter, black light flickering in his hand as terrifying sword energies descended from the sky, swirling around him.

“Kid, your holy weapon is quite good, but it's no match for the Heaven and Earth Treasure. That you survived this sword strike has already surprised me, but if you survive the next one…”

“Bluffing again. Can't you die if you don't?”

Yang Zhen leapt up and charged toward Shu Ya.

Shu Ya revealed a disdainful look on his face as the pitch-black sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a black line, tearing through the air in an instant, with pieces of the void chaotically flying around.

“Young friend Yang, be careful! Do not confront him with force!”

Nine Dragons' expression changed as he urgently rushed toward Yang Zhen.

The Heaven and Earth Treasure was incomparable to a holy weapon, and Yang Zhen's strength was actually not inferior to the likes of Nine Dragons Saint or Demon Sovereign Shu Ya, except that the Great Missing Sword in his hand seemed to be somewhat lacking.

But Yang Zhen appeared not to have heard Nine Dragons at all, maintaining his speed as the next moment he collided directly with Shu Ya.

Shu Ya's expression changed, snickering and saying, “What a joke, a Taoist Practitioner actually wants to compete with me in physical strength?”

As he spoke, Shu Ya laughed loudly, casually stowing away the pitch-black Heaven and Earth Treasure in his hand, and as he roared, his body dramatically swelled with the wind, breaking through three zhang in the blink of an eye.

Two fists flickering with black light hammered down on Yang Zhen, leaving him utterly bewildered by the bombardment.

“Who's comparing physical strength with you?”

Yang Zhen blinked at Shu Ya, casually pulling out the Star Spring Sword.

“I still have another sword!”

“You!”

Shu Ya's face changed drastically, but it was already too late to react.

With Yang Zhen's incredible speed, a strike of his sword landed on both fists, instantly causing blood to spurt wildly.

No matter how skilled in martial arts, one still fears a kitchen cleaver!

Nine Dragons stood there dumbstruck, looking at Shu Ya as if watching a fool.

Was it this guy who insidiously ambushed the Phoenix Feather Empress all those years ago?

Chapter end

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