Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes - Chapter 793 - 809: It's a Wild Path! (Ask for Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 793: Chapter 809: It’s a Wild Path! (Ask for Monthly Ticket)
Go watch the gods battle it out!
That was exactly what Yang Zhen thought, and exactly what he did.
After he put down the Third Saintess, Yang Zhen leapt up, bolting towards the sky with a resounding boom.
The Third Saintess let out a startled cry, staring at Yang Zhen in fright with a hint of desperation in her eyes, “This idiot, isn’t he afraid of dying?”
Sure, Yang Zhen was afraid of death, far more than anyone else. But what could he do? He couldn’t run away, he couldn’t hide, so he might as well go and see if he could take out both of these pests.
The Heavenly Star Stele’s Nine-layer World seemed to have been blown open by the Imperial Blood. The raging black Tribulation Clouds in mid-air resembled a vast ocean, crashing against the Imperial Blood and producing a terrifying blast that almost killed Yang Zhen on the spot.
…
The severe impact shot straight through Yang Zhen’s body. If it wasn’t for his preparation, this blow would have cost him half his life.
On the brink of death, Yang Zhen wasn’t the least bit petrified. Instead, he laughed heartily, “Damn it, I guessed right. This Sao Saint really is the child of destiny, spit. Even the child of destiny wouldn’t be this lucky.”
As the black Tribulation Clouds and the Imperial Blood consumed one another in mid-air, the violent energy they expelled pierced through Yang Zhen’s body, leaving trace amounts of the purest energy within him.
Even this terrifying power made Yang Zhen feel overfilled, despite it being just a bit of residual energy.
Countless individuals still sat on the ground. After hearing the loud laughter from above, all lifted their heads in terror, and when they saw Yang Zhen standing tall in mid-air, even resting a hand on his waist, everyone was dumbfounded.
“Who is that? Who dare rush up in such circumstances? Does he even want to live?”
“Yang Zhen, it’s Yang Zhen! Yang Zhen has actually come out, where did the Third Saintess go?”
“Under such terrifying power, Yang Zhen is actually not dead. Isn’t it possible that the Third Saintess could also still be alive?”
“Great, the Third Saintess is still alive. Sacred Master, hurry up and save the Third Saintess.”
Yaochi’s Sacred Master was perplexed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to save her, but that he himself had been severely injured by the previous encounter. At this point, he wasn’t even sure if he could survive the next explosive clash between the Imperial Blood and Heavenly Erosion.
Everyone was looking confused at Yang Zhen in mid-air, looking at Yaochi’s Sacred Master, who was severely injured, with disbelief.
If even Yaochi’s Sacred Master got injured, what the hell was Yang Zhen trying to do by rushing up there?
Roarー!
The Imperial Blood seemed completely infuriated. The whole world turned bloody red, and in the roar came countless blood dragons surging toward the black Heavenly Punishment in the sky.
The next moment, something terrifying occurred that left everyone stunned. From the black clouds in mid-air, countless tentacle-like things descended from the sky, hurling towards the Imperial Blood. Their world-destroying aura made everyone’s hair stand on end.
“It’s over, Yang Zhen is going to die this time.”
“Under such circumstances, forget about Yang Zhen, even a Circulation Phase Ninth Heavenly Layer practitioner might not be able to withstand it. What on earth was Yang Zhen thinking?”
“Where’s the Third Saintess? Damn Yang Zhen, it’s one thing if he wants to die, but he better not drag the Third Saintess into it.”
“Yang Zhen’s action might trigger the Heavenly Star Stele’s resonance. If so, the Third Saintess could be in danger.”
“Damn Yang Zhen…well, we’re going to die anyway, why worry about this.”
“True, although Yang Zhen behaved recklessly, he wasn’t bad toward the Third Saintess. It’s just…a bit of a shame.”
Everyone was looking at Yang Zhen in mid-air with a variety of complex expressions.
The Sacred Master of the Yaochi appeared bitter, sighing, “Haven’t you noticed? There’s something off about where Yang Zhen is standing. He seems to be protecting the Third Saintess.”
“What?” Elder Jian shouted, “Is Yang Zhen intending to use his own body to block the impacts of Heavenly Erosion and the Imperial Blood for the Third Saintess?”
“This… This Yang Zhen, even when he’s about to die, he’s still showing off. Damn it…I give up.”
In the crowd, a cat hidden behind a stone mumbled to himself, staring at Yang Zhen, “Damn it, boy, you’re really overdoing it.”
In mid-air, Elder Zhu laughed heartedly, speaking to a short and pudgy elder next to him, “Good opportunity, amidst the collision of the Heavenly Erosion and the Imperial Blood, the Heavenly Star Stele would be at its weakest. At that time, I will refine it with my secret technique. Once Yang Zhen is dead, it will be my turn. You, along with Elder Meng, must stop Yao Lianxing and the rest.”
“Elder Meng… is already dead!” The short and plump elder had a distressed look on his face.
“What?” Elder Zhu looked dumbfounded, then glanced back. Indeed, he did not see Elder Meng. He opened his mouth and asked, “When did Elder Meng die?”
When did he pass away?
He died when such terrifying power exploded for the first time.
The short and plump elder gritted his teeth and said, “Elder Zhu, this is a rare opportunity, you only have one chance, once Yang Zhen dies, seize the time to refine the Heavenly Star Stele. I will hold them back for a moment for you. You better be quick. If you succeed, we can not only refine the Heavenly Star Stele but also seal the Third Saintess. With the power of the Heavenly Star Stele and the breakaway, we might be able to get out. Once you fail, leaving this place would be a challenge.”
Elder Zhu snorted and said, “I am aware of the risks. Rest assured, as soon as Yang Zhen dies, I will certainly be successful in refining the Heavenly Star Stele.”
The short and plump elder burst into laughter and said, “Then I shall be awaiting your good news, Elder Zhu.”
A cold expression passed over Elder Zhu’s face. He said, “With the strength of the two of us, we might be able to damage most of the Yaochi Holy Land. When that time comes, the Yaochi Holy Land can only dream of surpassing the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land.”
The two laughed uproariously, wildly arrogant, their faces gradually revealing their hysterical madness as they looked up at the world-destroying forces clashing in the sky.
Boom—!
The power of Heavenly Erosion and Imperial Blood clashed again, countless residual forces surged in all directions, the majority of which rushed into Yang Zhen’s body. Yang Zhen groaned, his face turned pale, and he staggered in mid-air, looking like he was about to fall. A hearty laugh echoed.
“Haha, Yang Zhen, I should thank you.”
Elder Zhu suddenly appeared in front of Yang Zhen, startling everyone.
“This is bad, it’s that old fox Zhu Yingtian.”
“Zhu Yingtian, what are you trying to do? If you dare to touch Yang Zhen and Third Saintess, I’ll make sure you wish you were dead.”
“Asshole! Old Zhu, what are you trying to do?”
Countless scornful eyes glared at Zhu Yingtian, the Master of the Yaochi Holy Land even jumped up, sword in hand and charged towards Zhu Yingtian.
Boom!
The short and plump elder, with a smirk on his face, blocked the Master of the Yaochi Holy Land and mockingly said, “Yao Lianxing, Elder Zhu is refining the Heavenly Star Stele, you better not interrupt… Elder Zhu, why haven’t you started yet? When will you, Elder Zhu? Elder Zhu?”
Fucking hell!
The short and plump elder looked at Zhu Yingtian, his expression froze.
Zhu Yingtian stood still looking dumbfounded at the staggering Yang Zhen, longing so strong in his eyes that it almost poured out.
However, Yang Zhen kept staggering heavily, but he didn’t fall.
“You… die quickly!”
Zhu Yingtian shouted in rage, he was clearly bordering on desperation.
In this critical moment, if Yang Zhen didn’t die, how could he refine the Heavenly Star Stele? Refining under such terrible power was suicidal!
Only when Yang Zhen was dead would the powers of Heavenly Erosion and Imperial Blood find a vent. That would be the best time to refine the Heavenly Star Stele.
Yet, damn it, Yang Zhen, however much he staggered, simply wouldn’t die. This really drove Zhu Yingtian mad. If Yang Zhen didn’t die soon, the short and plump elder would quickly be torn to pieces by Yao Lianxing and the others.
Should he kill Yang Zhen?
What a joke, Zhu Yingtian didn’t even dare approach Yang Zhen at this moment, never mind kill him. Could he endure the power of Heavenly Erosion and Imperial Blood?
Just when Zhu Yingtian was bordering on desperation, Yang Zhen suddenly blinked and said in a stunned voice, “Woah, old fart, you play rough. Your calculations might be good, but what if Sao Saint all of a sudden doesn’t want to die anymore?”
“Don’t… don’t want to die?” Zhu Yingtian was very close to cursing!
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