"Uh, take back those last few words, haha. It was unintentional, just an unintentional slip!"
He had barely finished speaking.
Zhang Yang was like a monkey jolted by a hundred thousand volts. With a whoosh, he sprang up from his most comfortable state, every hair on his body twitching wildly. The focus of both his eyes rolled in the same direction—in other words, he was rolling his eyes back.
As for his ears, it truly seemed as though some magnificent, unlookable existence was furiously berating him!
Hm, what had he just said?
"You—who the hell do you think you are?"
Zhang Yang repeated it in an exceedingly stubborn tone.
Then his entire body felt refreshed, as though he had just completed a set of health exercises.
Yes, he had just done the stupidest thing possible in the Fourth Sequence. Not only had he called the Ancient God's name directly, he had even verbally mocked it.
Therefore, even though he was hiding inside the Sword Immortal Grand Hall, that turtle shell, he had still inevitably been directly gazed upon by the Dream Ancient God in an extremely short time.
He was absolutely courting death—the kind where refusing to court death meant not dying.
That was because Zhang Yang possessed eight hundred thousand dulled True Spirits—so he came through unscathed.
"This time, the Dream Ancient God's anger meter should be full, right? Come on. To vent your fury as quickly as possible, shouldn't you immediately use the most violent means to take revenge?"
Zhang Yang was filled with anticipation. But he waited and waited, from day to night and from night to day, and still nothing happened.
That was only normal.
The Dream Ancient God should be furious, but it would not truly overturn the foundation of the Dream Law. Nor would