Although the Azure Wood Immortal King was doing his utmost to deal with Zhang Yang, how could a dignified Immortal King fail to notice people closing in around him?
His brows furrowed tightly. Were these little brats putting on such a grand formation to deal with him?
Eight True Immortal Realm cultivators, several hundred Tribulation Realm and Dao Integration Realm experts—he still felt somewhat wary.
Unable to freely use his Immortal King Will, if he were surrounded by so many people charging forward one after another in a desperate fight, he truly would be in some danger.
Yet looking at Zhang Yang, who had been "trapped," he could not bear to give up.
He knew very well that if he captured this brat, whether it was the benefits Zhang Yang himself possessed or the benefits traded from the God Realm, neither would be insignificant.
With that thought, the Azure Wood Immortal King decided to speed things up. Once he took down Zhang Yang, there would still be time to retreat.
Yet Zhang Yang, who had clearly been trapped, did not dodge.
He stood where he was and threw a punch at the trees crashing toward him.
Bang—
With an explosive crack, trees that the Azure Wood Immortal King believed could pierce the bodies of great demons shattered beneath Zhang Yang's fist.
Bang—
Another punch, and another tree shattered.
Then Zhang Yang continuously swung his fists in every direction, shattering every tree that came at him.
The Azure Wood Immortal King's pupils contracted. What path had this brat cultivated?
Why did his body appear even tougher than those of the undying great demons?
More importantly, this brat had clearly displayed spatial Dao arts before. How had he cultivated such a formidable physique?
Countless trees shattered beneath Zhang Yang's fists, their fragments