Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1268

Chapter 1268: Chapter 1293: The Correct Way to Play with Fire! Chapter 1268: Chapter 1293: The Correct Way to Play with Fire! Duan Deming and Yang Zhen refined the Companion Heavenly Fire in different ways.

Yang Zhen had turned the three types of Companion Heavenly Fire into his Destined Spiritual Treasure, whereas Duan Deming, it seemed, had refined them into a demonic spirit.

This approach to refining a demonic spirit was something Yang Zhen hadn't considered.

No, it wasn't that he hadn't considered it, but rather that refining such a demonic spirit was simply too cruel.

Yang Zhen could almost imagine the immense pain the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox endured during Duan Deming's refinement, a process akin to soul extraction and essence stripping, its cruelty and agony easily imaginable.

“No wonder the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox is so bloodthirsty and raging, damn it, your refining method is hardly different from that of a demonic cultivator.”

Yang Zhen clicked his tongue in amazement, his face full of contempt.

Duan Deming laughed out loud, his body moving swiftly as he reached the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox, casually sending waves of sinister fire clinging to the vortex cannonballs of the fox.

“Kid, who are you to talk about demonic and evil cultivators in front of me? I merely refined a beast, and yet you readily kill people. To me, you…”

“Bullshit!”

Yang Zhen suddenly bellowed, startling the crowd around him.

“All things in heaven and earth, all beings are equal, you keep saying the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox is a beast, but don't you realize that in the eyes of the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox, humans are nothing but beasts as well.”

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present was stunned. Soon, their faces showed furious expressions.

“This is sheer nonsense, utterly absurd!”

“What kind of rubbish is this? Isn't he calling himself a beast, too?”

“Heresy, this is complete heresy! Which sect could have taught such a heretical disciple?”

People were arguing heatedly, their faces full of anger, yet before anyone had the chance to say more, the vortex airwaves unleashed by the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox had already engulfed Yang Zhen.

With a sinister look on his face, Duan Deming leaped backwards, shouting angrily as he pushed out a surging wave of fire that enveloped Yang Zhen within it.

Boom!

The terrifying airwaves burst forth. Horrific surges that sent shivers down the spine shattered the space around them, void turbulence scattered chaotically, and the sky and earth seemed ablaze with fierce fire.

Silence fell upon the scene as everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the wildly erupting airwaves, their faces filled with disbelief.

“Is he dead just like that?”

“I thought Yang Zhen was going to do something earth-shattering, turns out it was all just for show.”

“'In the eyes of the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox, human practitioners are no more than beasts.' To utter such heretical nonsense is the height of blasphemy. It's better that such a practitioner is dead, living would only bring shame to human cultivators.”

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief, their eyes turning to Han Yan'er in midair.

The terrifying airwaves had exploded, and the space around was yet to recover. But with such an explosion, even if Yang Zhen hadn't been killed outright, he would have been blasted into void turbulence, trapped with no hope of escape.

At this moment, people had shifted their focus from the erupting firewaves to Han Yan'er.

However, to everyone's surprise, Yang Zhen's death seemed to have gone unnoticed by Han Yan'er, or perhaps she simply didn't care whether he was dead or not. She was just above her ice coffin, scattering some array discs into the air.

At Qianyang Palace, Gan Bu looked at Han Yan'er atop the ice coffin with a stupefied face and sighed oddly, “I thought the two of them had profound affection for each other, but seeing this, Yang Zhen seems rather pitiful. To die like that, and his Dao companion doesn't even have any reaction?”

People around sighed and gloated.

Que Ling stood by, looking dumbfounded and somewhat incredulous at everything that had just happened.

Yang Zhen actually just died like that?

Even if he wasn't dead, being trapped within the void turbulence, he would eventually meet his demise.

What Que Ling found even harder to accept was that Han Yan'er seemed indifferent and unresponsive, even wearing a blank expression; during this time, she only randomly glanced at everyone, as if she really did not regard Yang Zhen's life or death as important as everyone thought.

This… seemed a bit beyond imagination.

As this crossed his mind, Que Ling's face revealed a shocked expression, and suddenly he shifted his gaze towards the raging flames of the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox.

Just now, when everyone attacked Yang Zhen together, Han Yan'er had rushed forward without any hesitation, unfazed in the face of so many powerful practitioners. Now that Yang Zhen was dead, how could she possibly have no reaction at all?

There was only one possibility; Yang Zhen was not dead.

But… how could that be possible?

While Que Ling was filled with doubt and disbelief, the lazy voice of Yang Zhen suddenly echoed through the entire space.

“Old guy, the battle between us isn't over yet,” he said, “you're eyeing Sao Saint's woman like that, isn't that a bit too much?”

“What?”

Duan Deming's face changed, and he looked up at the sky in shock.

The others were also startled, staring in disbelief at Yang Zhen, who was slowly emerging from the waves of fire.

Playing with fire?

Yang Zhen grinned, his skill with fire control had reached perfection; Duan Deming playing with fire in front of him was like flaunting a broadsword before Guan Yu–a mess of cluelessness.

Seeing Yang Zhen emerge unscathed from the overwhelming flames and void turbulence, accompanied by three flickering flames of different colors, Duan Deming let out a cry of astonishment and loudly said, “Impossible, how could you be completely unharmed?”

Indeed, how could he be completely unharmed?

Everyone present was dumbfounded as they watched Yang Zhen.

Under such circumstances, not just the people here, but had every single one of them entered, survival would have been impossible.

Yet here was Yang Zhen, very much alive and stepping out.

Not only had he stepped out, but the smile on his face had grown even more enigmatic.

Looking at the absurd expression on Duan Deming's face, Yang Zhen laughed heartily and said, “I've told you, your method of refinement is too cruel and your intentions are not righteous, which harms the harmony of the heavens. The Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox being refined by you in such a manner, how could it be content?”

Hearing this, the crowd exchanged glances, completely confused about what Yang Zhen was talking about.

Duan Deming sneered and, staring fixedly at Yang Zhen, said, “Nonsense, sheer nonsense. I have refined the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox, and its spirit soul has long since lost all sense of intelligence, how could there be any discontent?”

“Then what about this Sao Saint?” Yang Zhen smirked, and before Duan Deming could reply, he waved his hand, and a burst of flame suddenly erupted from his palm.

Seeing this flame, Duan Deming's complexion violently shifted, he let out an angry roar, his face turning red, but he could no longer summon the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox.

Of course, he couldn't conjure the Greenflame Nine-tailed Fox, for now, it was in Yang Zhen's hand.

Seeing Duan Deming red-faced and thick-necked, Yang Zhen grinned and said, “Next, watch carefully, this is the proper way to play with fire!”

Under the watchful eyes of all, the three little flames beside Yang Zhen suddenly started to converge together.

“Companion Heavenly Fire?” Duan Deming's face showed a shocked expression, and he let out a strange cry, “Damnable wretch, what do you think you're doing? How can three Companion Heavenly Fires merge? Do you wish to destroy the Barbaric Ancient Land?”

Chapter end

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