"Senior Disciple Brother of Changsheng Palace? Heh heh!"
"Some people gained a little strength and truly thought themselves invincible. How laughable!"
"Vice Sect Master Randeng, please make your move quickly and let Yang Jian learn how formidable you are!"
As the Chan Sect disciples spoke, they looked at Randeng with eager anticipation.
"Very well!"
Randeng nodded. "Then I shall demonstrate for everyone how to suppress Changsheng Palace's Senior Disciple Brother!"
As Randeng spoke, he prepared to make his move.
Seeing this, Yang Jian was not afraid. Instead, he looked at Randeng with surging battle intent.
"Hmph!"
Yang Jian snorted coldly.
"Since you insist on pushing me so hard, today I shall achieve sainthood through my physical body and let you know how formidable Changsheng Palace's Senior Disciple Brother is!"
"Break!"
Yang Jian roared.
A powerful aura erupted shortly afterward, instantly sweeping across the entire scene.
Yang Jian held nothing back, releasing all the power he had suppressed for so long.
This was the power Yang Jian had suppressed for a long time, originally prepared for his breakthrough. Now, faced with Randeng's relentless aggression, he could no longer worry about so much.
There were many ways to enter the Quasi-Saint realm, the simplest being to Slash the Three Corpses.
However, Yang Jian had inherited Pangu's Three Styles of Heaven Splitting, so naturally he was unwilling to settle for such a simple breakthrough.
What he had always sought was to become a Quasi-Saint through force, like the Ancestor Witches.
His repeated failures at breaking through were not because Yang Jian lacked the ability, but because he had been preparing for a better breakthrough!
Since these people mocked him so, he did not mind breaking through in the midst of battle.
He would let those before him, and all living beings of the