The Taiyin Immortal King Was Nothing Special

Zhang Yang looked at the Immortal Realm crowd brimming with killing intent and smiled faintly. He said to Shangguan Feng'er, "Why not stay in the Lower Realm? I can guarantee that you'll live better here than in the Immortal Realm."

Shangguan Feng'er shook her head. "You really don't know what's good for you!"

The others from the Immortal Realm, seeing Zhang Yang refuse Shangguan Feng'er, instead breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Zhang Yang, he had never intended to go to the Immortal Realm. Or rather, at least not for now.

Why should he provoke those people from the Immortal Realm over an empty promise?

He looked at Ming Huo and asked, "Still fighting?"

"Continue!" Ming Huo swung his ghost claws again and charged toward Zhang Yang.

His Netherworld Ghostfire was useless against Zhang Yang, but he firmly believed that his Ghost Body could still fight Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang casually brushed aside Ming Huo's ghost claw, then raised his hand and sent a skyward uppercut into Ming Huo's jaw.

After cultivating the Linglong Return-to-Truth Art, his physique had become even more seamless and natural, while his strength had grown even greater.

In particular, the flow of power through his body was incomparably smooth. He no longer relied solely on a powerful physique and overwhelming strength to bully others as he had before.

From this alone, the Monster Emperor's Linglong Return-to-Truth Art truly was terrifying.

Of course, how could the Monster Emperor's signature art possibly be weak?

Ming Huo was sent flying by the punch. When he climbed back up, he discovered that his jaw had been knocked crooked.

Fortunately, he possessed a skeletal Ghost Body. After snapping his jaw back into place, he clawed at Zhang Yang again.

Zhang Yang gave a disdainful laugh. "Since Divine Soul power