Yang Zhen really didn't expect that these two cowardly Devil Cultivator would explode so suddenly, without any room for negotiation.
Damn it, if Devil Cultivator are this terrifying, then this is going to be a disaster. Even if the Three Flowers Holy Land only has one Emperor Realm expert, even if it had two, the overwhelming horde of Devil Cultivator rushing in and exploding like fireworks would still blow the entire Three Flowers Holy Land to smithereens.
What made Yang Zhen want to curse was that the Emperor's Tomb had to explode at this particular time of year, of all times.
Seeing the blood moon slowly forming in mid-air, Yang Zhen felt a chill run down his spine.
A chilling aura rose up, a spiderweb-like entity that wrapped around the body without any sensation, yet seemed to enter without any hindrance, attaching itself to the internal organs.
Immediately afterwards, an excruciating pain shot through Yang Zhen Yang Zhen's body, as if his internal organs were being slashed open piece by piece with countless tiny knives, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
Seeing that the Shameless Cat, the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable, and that Flirtatious Chicken were about to rush forward, Yang Zhen hurriedly stopped them, snorted coldly, and his body burst into flames.
The Netherworld Flames had already appeared and were now battling against these blood-red threads.
However, these threads were so numerous and so fine that they were invisible to the naked eye. As the blood moon cast its dark red light across the entire valley, those wispy threads simply disappeared.
Of course, Yang Zhen could sense that these things still existed, but they were invisible to the naked eye and even Divine Sense sense could not perceive them.
A blood moon in the sky is an extremely sinister thing.
Yang Zhen was now in dire straits and couldn't care less about the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable and the Shameless Cat. After closing his eyes, he felt as if he were enveloped in a giant cocoon. The Netherworld Karmic Fire burned silently and slowly entered Yang Zhen's body from the surface.
This was the first time Yang Zhen had allowed the Netherworld Karmic Fire to enter his body. Previously, it had only existed in the space of his Divine Sense as a seed of fire. Once the Netherworld Karmic Fire was applied to his body, the pain Yang Zhen endured immediately increased exponentially. He groaned and a gloomy expression appeared on his face.
Yang Zhen has a peculiar personality; the more pain he experiences, the more focused he becomes, and the more his inner rage rises.
The crimson spiderwebs entered Yang Zhen's Yang Zhen and kept cutting into his internal organs. Yang Zhen then wrapped his internal organs with the Netherworld Karmic Fire.
The immense pain caused Yang Zhen to break out in a cold sweat, which quickly drenched him in sweat.
This was under the condition of the Dragon-Elephant Prison-Shaking Body's Eighth Dragon Elephant activation, which shows how terrifying these fine lines are and how eerie the blood moon in mid-air is.
A series of rumbling sounds, like a muffled earthquake, echoed continuously from the canyon. A massive mountain suddenly emerged from within the canyon, causing the surrounding world to tremble. Terrifying earthquakes swept outwards in all directions, and the blood moon in the sky rose higher and higher, covering an increasingly larger area until it enveloped the entire mountain peak in the blink of an eye.
Such a terrifying celestial phenomenon—if there is no Emperor's Tomb here, then there is no Emperor's Tomb at all on Slug Bank Mountain.
Sure enough, as the earth shook and the blood moon rose into the sky, more and more cultivators appeared in mid-air, and many others were rushing towards this side.
Nine Dragons Saint Venerable and the Shameless Cat hurriedly hid, staring at the terrifying phenomenon before them with expressions of astonishment and uncertainty.
None of the cultivators who managed to find this place at this time were easy to deal with. Seeing the blood moon in the sky emitting an eerie blood-red light, they all stopped and watched from the sidelines, none of them rushing forward.
"My God, what's going on? A blood moon in the sky, an ominous sign!"
"Look! There seems to be someone inside. How is that person unharmed in such a terrifying environment?"
"What do you mean 'unharmed'? Didn't you see he was covered in cold sweat? He probably won't make it out."
"In my opinion, that kid might have obtained some kind of fortuitous opportunity. Look at him, he's reluctant to come out even in this critical moment; it must be some kind of extraordinary inheritance."
"Very likely!"
The surrounding crowd was buzzing with discussion, saying all sorts of things, but no one rushed forward.
Yang Zhen looked at the people around him, his expression becoming increasingly calm and indifferent, and he even tried to sit on the ground.
Damn it, these bastards, aren't they just here to watch the show without buying tickets?
At this moment, a monstrous demonic aura surged from the east, instantly covering the sky and even shrouding the blood moon in the sky.
Everyone wore expressions of surprise and uncertainty, yet they were also somewhat prepared.
Everyone who can come here is a powerful being; how could they not know about the existence of Devil Cultivator?
It's likely that quite a few people are already preparing for a battle against Shuya and Chen Xiaotian.
The Devil Emperor Emperor's Tomb must not be obtained by Devil Cultivator. This is the last line in the hearts of all the Dao cultivators who have come here. Even if it costs them their lives, they cannot allow a Devil Emperor to appear so easily!
It's hard to imagine the devastation that would ensue if a Devil Emperor were to appear in the Main Realm.
Seeing the overwhelming demonic energy rushing in, countless people spontaneously organized themselves to block it out.
A dark mass of Devil Cultivator swept in from the sky, each emanating a terrifying aura. Then, a deafening roar erupted, and a gigantic scorpion phantom appeared in mid-air, its roars overwhelming the sky and earth. The terrifying aura was like the might of heaven, sending chills down everyone's spines.
This enormous scorpion is incredibly lifelike, especially its red eyes, which are so vivid and lifelike that they seem to be able to scan the crowd.
On the scorpion's back sat two men in black, their robes fluttering, their faces grim.
Not far behind these people, the people from the Emperor Su Palace also stared at the two men in black with expressions of fury on their faces.
"It's Shuya and Chen Xiaotian!"
Someone recognized the two people on the scorpion's back as Devil Venerable Shuya and Venerable Lord Chen Xiaotian, and immediately exclaimed in surprise.
Upon hearing this, many cultivators present took a half step back, their faces filled with vigilance, demonstrating the immense intimidation that Devil Venerable Shuya and Venerable Lord Chen Xiaotian wielded over them.
However, Devil Venerable Shuya and Venerable Lord Chen Xiaotian paid no attention to the people around them. The two of them focused their gaze on Yang Zhen, who was still slowly rising with the mountain peak.
It's him!
"It was him?"
"Is that him?"
The first voice came from Granny Emperor Su Palace, filled with vicious anger.
The second voice belonged to Devil Venerable Shuya. Shuya, who had met Yang Zhen once before, was genuinely surprised when he saw Yang Zhen.
The third voice belonged to Venerable Lord Chen Xiaotian. Upon seeing that the person who had destroyed his Earth Treasury Heavenly Restriction and ruined his Heavenly Scorpion was merely a mere Emperor Realm brat, a look of fury immediately appeared on his face.
Our hero, Little Nezha!
Yang Zhen grinned at the air above and said, "Hey bro, wanna come down and have some fun?"
"Snort!"
A hint of disappointment appeared on Chen Xiaotian's face as he said, "Such a mischievous brat actually managed to destroy my Heavenly Scorpion, he truly deserves to die..."
"Hey, you two on the Pipi shrimp, oh my, Brother Shuya, we meet again! Could this fellow beside you be the legendary Venerable Lord Chen Xiaotian?"
Pipi shrimp?
Upon hearing this title, everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat.
Those Devil Cultivator, in particular, looked at each other, their faces turning pale.
"Kill this bastard for me!" Venerable Lord Chen Xiaotian roared, waving his hand, but no one moved.
Nonsense, who would dare to rush in at a time like this?
Yang Zhen grinned, his expression as utterly infuriating as could be!