No one expected that Yang Zhen would possess such a strange Movement Method. Yang Zhen's figure was everywhere in mid-air. The beautiful 'human' and 'one' made everyone dazzled and bewildered, and they looked at each other in confusion.
The old man flew into a rage, wielding the True Essence Cannon and staring at Yang Zhen with a livid face. With a loud boom, a terrifying wave of True Essence erupted from his body. Under his powerful strength, the True Essence Cannon locked onto Yang Zhen at an extremely fast speed, but every time he locked onto Yang Zhen, he found that Yang Zhen had already appeared in another place.
Sixth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm Expert!
Among the people around, someone exclaimed in surprise, staring at Yang Zhen with an expression of utter Celestial Person.
"Where... where did this monster come from, daring to toy with the Sixth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm expert like this?"
"It's truly unbelievable that a Golden Core Realm cultivator could still display such graceful Movement Method in front of the Sixth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm expert."
"Although I don't know what the young man meant by displaying these two patterns, a sense of anger is rising within me. Could it be that these patterns have some hidden meaning?"
"What a coincidence, I felt the same way. This young man is simply... simply shameless! Look, even that Sixth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm expert's beard is trembling with anger."
Whoosh!
A cloud of white suddenly burst forth from beneath Yang Zhen's feet, shooting upwards like a cannonball.
The old man's eyes twitched, and he roared as he lifted the True Essence Cannon upwards.
Whoosh!
Yang Zhen's figure rushed to the lower left again!
Clang!
The old man pulled the entire True Essence Cannon down, holding it with a blank True Essence Cannon, his face turning ashen with anger.
"Hahaha, you old man, you're really strong! Take this!"
Yang Zhen stopped, standing between the 'person' and the 'one', and the terrifying True Essence Cannon condensed into a ball of brilliant light.
"Not good! Protect the young master!" the old man roared, pushing his hands outwards with a vengeance. A terrifying surge of True Essence condensed in front of him, radiating a violent aura, like a fortress.
boom!
Yang Zhen fired a shot, and the entire Black Dove was shaken violently, with fragments and wood chips flying everywhere.
The entire sky was thrown into chaos, with powerful shockwaves rolling out and obscuring the Black Dove for a moment.
Everyone around gasped, staring in astonishment at the terrifying shockwave. Although they couldn't see clearly, they could see Yang Zhen rushing towards the Black Dove.
At the same time, Yang Zhen's excited voice came. "Hey, there's such a big piece of Jade Lingzhi here! Wow, and there's also Colorful Cloud Dew! Oh dear, don't steal it! I found this piece of Thunder Fragrance Wood first. As expected of the Black Dove, it actually hides so many good things. Tell me the truth, how many innocent fellow cultivators have you robbed?"
The young master and the old man at the Sixth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm finally managed to stabilize themselves from the impact of the True Essence Cannon. After hearing Yang Zhen's words, they looked at each other blankly as Yang Zhen darted around in the fragments of energy, throwing out something and then quickly picking it up, then throwing out a bottle and then quickly putting it away.
What left the two speechless was that Yang Zhen actually blew a wave of True Essence towards a huge, broken pottery jar, and a visible seven-colored mist drifted outwards.
"What... what is this bastard doing? Has he gone mad?" The young master looked at the old man with a blank expression.
The old man pondered for a moment, then suddenly his expression changed. "Oh no! Everyone be careful, he's setting us up!"
Outside the Black Dove, many cultivators and flying boats were stationed, including quite a few Nascent Soul Realm experts. They were all staring in shock at the Black Dove, which had been mostly destroyed by Yang Zhen's cannon.
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's voice, everyone's bodies trembled simultaneously, and some powerful figures even changed their expressions, asking, "Was that young man talking about the Jade Lingzhi?"
"That's right, I heard it. It's definitely the Jade Lingzhi, and there's also Colorful Cloud Dew. The Black Dove actually has such rare and precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures on board?"
"Hmph, this boy is utterly ridiculous. Does he think that by creating chaos and then saying this, we'll fall for it? If he really had Colorful Cloud Dew, he would have hidden it quietly long ago. Why would he announce it so loudly... This... This smell... This is Colorful Cloud Dew!"
boom!
The middle-aged Fifth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm expert's expression changed drastically halfway through his sentence. A terrifying light suddenly erupted from beneath his feet, and his longsword, trailing a long tail, charged towards the Black Dove.
"Damn it! This man is truly despicable. He actually misled us and had one of us rush forward to seize the heavenly materials and earthly treasures."
"This... this... seven colors like a rosy cloud, such a delicate fragrance, it truly is exactly like the legendary Colorful Cloud Dew."
As everyone's expressions changed drastically, Yang Zhen's voice rang out again. "Brothers, charge! Lots of treasures have been unearthed. Everyone who sees them gets a share. Let's take a gamble! This Black Dove has committed countless atrocities, robbing countless innocent fellow cultivators, and perhaps even abusing women. It truly deserves divine retribution! Stop! Brothers, this Water Spirit Root is truly mine!"
boom!
All the cultivators around moved. Whether they blindly followed the crowd or had ulterior motives and wanted to take advantage of the chaos, even the clever ones who immediately understood that Yang Zhen was using someone else to do his dirty work exchanged smiles with their companions and rushed into the crowd.
At this point, who cares about the truth? Nobody minds kicking someone when they're down.
"Shameless! Shameless scoundrels! Elder Mo, kill these people! Leave no one alive!"
The young master's face flushed red and then turned pale with rage. His eyes turned completely bloodshot. He twisted off the head of a Golden Core Realm cultivator who rushed up and threw it aside before turning and walking towards the inner cabin of the Black Dove.
In the crowd, Yang Zhen stealthily approached the Black Dove using a large wooden plank, rushed into the Black Dove, and followed the young master at a distance.
Inside the Black Dove, the young master staggered in, his Blood Qi surging, roaring like a wild beast. His eyes were bloodshot and ferocious. After a slight hesitation, he rushed into a hatch.
Yang Zhen's eyes lit up. He placed the True Essence Cannon on the ground, pressed a Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions onto the cannon, and quietly walked into the hatch.
Upon entering the cabin, Yang Zhen's expression immediately changed. A terrifying, violent, and sinister pressure rushed towards him, almost causing him to stagger. When he looked up, his expression was shocked.
The cabin was filled with crimson mist. Although the mist did not have any dangerous aura, it had a cold and oppressive feeling similar to the Nine Netherworlds, which made people's hair stand on end and even their souls tremble.
The young master was sitting beside a pool of blood, looking at Yang Zhen with a playful expression, clapping his hands, and looking completely nonchalant.
"Brilliant! Brilliant! That was a brilliant move—using someone else to do your dirty work. Truly insidious! I admire you!"
Yang Zhen curled his lip and said, "Your trick of luring the enemy into a trap wasn't bad either; even I fell for it."
"Inviting the enemy into a trap?" The young master raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be a man of letters. I like this phrase!"
"What are these?" Yang Zhen asked, looking at the blood pool behind the young master.
The blood in the pool seemed to be boiling, bubbling and gurgling; the scarlet mist was probably caused by the evaporation of the blood.
"These?" The young master glanced at Yang Zhen and said with a smile, "These are the good stuff you mentioned. Actually, if you hadn't gone too far, we could have been friends. I like your 'luring the enemy into the trap' tactic."
Yang Zhen nodded and grinned, "Time's up. I have another word here that you might like too."
"Oh?" The young master was taken aback, then asked with interest, "What word?"
"Good luck, chicken dinner tonight!" Yang Zhen said, then suddenly dropped to the ground.
The young master's expression changed, and he rushed towards Yang Zhen.
boom!
A terrifying beam of True Essence shattered the hatch and slammed into his face.