Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1309

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1334: Yang Zhen, You Can't Die, Ahhh? Chapter 1309: Chapter 1334: Yang Zhen, You Can't Die, Ahhh? They laughed, Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya truly laughed, their laughter boisterous and unbridled, mischievous to the core.

Amidst the golden Demon Qi, Yang Zhen wore a baffled expression as he looked at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya outside, racking his brain but unable to figure out what exactly was so funny to them.

In the crowd, Jian Mao watched Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya with a dumbfounded expression and asked the Nine Dragons Saint beside him, “Have these two gone mad?”

The Nine Dragons Saint's countenance was dark as he stared at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya, speaking solemnly, “These two are laughing so shamelessly, there must be something afoot.”

Jian Mao curled his lips and said, “We haven't even heard Yang Xiaozi wail like a ghost or howl like a wolf yet. What could happen? Even if he did wail and howl, it could still be just an act. If he wants to pretend, no one can stop him; no one would even be able to see through it, unless he himself wants others to see through his guise.”

Upon hearing this, the Nine Dragons Saint nodded thoughtfully, “That makes sense, but… what exactly is going on?”

At that moment, Shu Ya, with a playful look on his face, stared into the golden Demon Qi and said, “Kid, since the primordial era, countless Taoist Practitioners have coveted the power of our Demon Cultivators, wishing to cultivate both the demonic and the orthodox ways. But guess, after all these years, how many have actually succeeded?”

After saying that, Shu Ya shook his head and suggested, “Forget it, guessing how many succeeded might be too complicated. How about you guess… how many have survived?”

Shu Ya's words left the crowd with faces full of shock and confusion.

The idea of simultaneously cultivating the demonic path seemed absurd. If someone were to succeed, wouldn't they be able to walk sideways between the Demon Domain and the main world?

Such a terrifying thought, to be spoken so casually by Shu Ya, showed just how difficult the matter was.

In fact, no one had ever heard of anyone crazy enough to attempt to cultivate the power of a Demon Cultivator.

Another point that confused everyone was, how did Yang Zhen get involved with cultivating both paths?

Could it be Yang Zhen intended to assimilate the Demon Qi within the golden mist?

This was nothing short of seeking death. Could Yang Zhen really be so ignorant?

Of course, Yang Zhen was not an ignorant man, but neither was Shu Ya a fool. So what exactly had happened?

Upon hearing Shu Ya's words, Jian Mao's face fell, saying, “Damn, these two old geezers are really stirring up trouble. I wonder if they're better at causing mischief than Yang Xiaozi. Yang Xiaozi spends his days scamming others, just to avoid being scammed himself in the end.”

“The problem lies with the golden Demon Qi. Who knows what this golden Demon Qi really is?” said the Nine Dragons Saint, his face betraying a hint of uncertainty and surprise.

Yang Zhen also began to realize why Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya were so sure of themselves; clearly, it was because he had entered the golden Demon Qi.

But… what in the world was this golden Demon Qi?

Chen Xiaotian took deliberate steps towards the golden Demon Qi, a playful look on his face, and said, “Kid, you might not be aware of the origin of this golden Demon Qi. So let me explain, lest you die without knowing what killed you.”

Having said that, Chen Xiaotian glanced at Shu Ya, who was following behind, and continued, “This golden Demon Qi is the natural release of Emperor Qi from an Emperor Realm Expert after death. Even a respected Demon Cultivator would be refined into nothingness if they entered it, unless they have extremely special methods, otherwise… death is certain!”

Upon hearing this, everyone around inhaled sharply.

The power of an Emperor!

And it was the power naturally released after the death of an Emperor?

This power, almost existing between the Heaven and Earth Power and the Emperor's power, was not something an ordinary person could touch or assimilate, was it?

No wonder Shu Ya and Chen Xiaotian were laughing like that, it turned out that the problem indeed lay with this golden Demon Qi.

Yang Zhen let out a grunt and, glaring at the two approaching men, said, “Damn it, no wonder I'm feeling hotter by the minute, it's this golden Demon Qi that's messing with me.”

What on earth was the Cultivation Method that could even after death spew out this Demon Qi to trap people?

Watching Shu Ya and Chen Xiaotian draw nearer, Yang Zhen was at least sure of two things.

First, there was indeed an Emperor Tomb in this place, and secondly, Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya each possessed exactly the skill to refine this golden Demon Qi.

Those almost invisible golden threads entered Yang Zhen's body in the blink of an eye. They were now not only tearing apart his internal organs but also attempting to slice up his meridians bit by bit. Should these things erupt, not to mention the Dragon Elephant Prison Shaking Body, even an Emperor's Body would be ruined in minutes.

Yang Zhen forcibly endured the immense pain, circulating the power within his body to fend off the invasion of the golden threads. His face grew increasingly distressed; his entire visage twisted as he stared fiercely at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya with the look of someone capable of eating his aggressors, scaring the surrounding crowd to take a collective step back, fearing that they might carelessly be corroded by the rampant golden Demon Qi.

Sly Cat and Nine Dragons Saint wore anxious expressions on their faces. They wanted to rush forward, but then they thought if they did, they might be refined into nothingness even before they could last as long as Yang Zhen, so they gave up, only able to fret from the sidelines.

Chen Xiaotian seemed to be in a much better mood, step by step, he walked into the golden Demon Qi with an expression of enjoyment. After staring at Yang Zhen for a long while, he spoke up, “Kid, now I don't feel like killing you anymore.”

Yang Zhen glared venomously at Chen Xiaotian and said word by word, with difficulty, “You might as well kill me.”

Chen Xiaotian laughed heartily, clapping his hands. “What a youth who does not fear death. Death to me is but a trifling matter, but your suffering, that is what truly brings me the greatest pleasure. Like this, you might as well try to think of a way to absorb and refine some golden Demon Qi. It would amuse me to witness the birth of a figure of legend, spanning eras. Or… should I teach you the method to refine the golden Demon Qi?”

Shu Ya laughed heartily, nodding in agreement, “That is indeed an excellent idea. It's been many years since I've been this interested.”

All the Demon Practitioners began to laugh uproariously. Not to mention Yang Zhen–even they, who had been practicing demon cultivation methods since childhood, and knew the method to refine the golden Demon Qi, would not dare recklessly enter and attempt absorption. If Yang Zhen succeeded, that would truly be unbelievable.

Everyone present, aside from the Demon Practitioners, spectated with angry expressions, all staring fiercely at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya.

In the face of justice, personal grievances seemed trivial. There's only so much one can push in murder, and almost everyone found Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya's torture of Yang Zhen unwatchable.

But that was to be expected; almost all the minds of Demon Practitioners were problematic – these people doing no good, and for them to truly sit down and have a peaceful drink or chitchat with a Taoist Practitioners would honestly be the abnormal thing.

“Damn it, kiddo, can you hold on? If not, just get out, don't trap yourself,”
Sly Cat yelled continuously, a rare look of concern flashing across its face as it looked at Yang Zhen.

Beside them, Saucy Chicken was itching to try; if it weren't for Nine Dragons Saint holding it back, it probably would have flown over already.

Shu Ya and Chen Xiaotian appeared to have lost interest in mocking Yang Zhen. Each found a spot to start refining the golden Demon Qi, and before long, their bodies began to emit faint golden glows.

At that moment, Yang Zhen suddenly took a deep breath and thumped down on the ground, seemingly unable to hold on any longer.

A chorus of gasps sounded from the crowd, yet only Sly Cat, the rascal, noticed the details.

If he were truly unable to bear it, would Yang Zhen have taken care to avoid those sharp stones when he sat down?

“Damn it, that bastard is pretending again.”

While saying this, Sly Cat's face showed excitement, yet it wore an expression as if it were bearing immense grief, wailing out as if in sorrow for the world,
“Yang Zhen, you can't die ahhhhh, if you die, what… what will I do?”

Chapter end

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