Seeing the numerous Devil Cultivator looking at each other, none of them daring to go down and kill that bastard Yang Zhen, everyone wore strange expressions as they looked at Chen Xiaotian.
He was a powerful figure renowned throughout the Demon Devil Domain, but now he was blinded by anger. Everyone wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to, and their faces turned red from holding it in.
Shuya also had a strange expression on his face. He said to Chen Xiaotian beside him, "Lord, the Blood Moon has erupted here, and the Land of Heavenly Burial has just taken shape. If we go down now, no one will be able to come back up alive."
"Then how could he be alive?" Chen Xiaotian snorted coldly, but did not delve into the matter further.
After all, as a Venerable Lord, how could he not know that Yang Zhen was currently in the most dangerous place in the Land of Heavenly Burial? However, Yang Zhen's expression and words were too infuriating. Let alone a Venerable Lord, even the Devil Emperor who had already died would probably be angered to death.
"Boy, you're barely able to protect yourself right now, so saying these infuriating things to provoke me has had some effect. But do you really think that this will enrage me and make someone die for you without even realizing it?"
At this point, Chen Xiaotian waved his hand, and the Devil Cultivator immediately breathed a sigh of relief and retreated, looking as if they had survived a calamity.
It was obvious to everyone that with the blood moon hanging in the sky, the Land of Heavenly Burial was bound to be fraught with danger. The eerie atmosphere had already sent chills down the spines of everyone present. Even Chen Xiaotian and Shuya hadn't rushed forward easily. How could Yang Zhen possibly fare any better?
Just as everyone's expressions turned strange, Yang Zhen suddenly stretched, making a series of cracking sounds, and revealed an extremely comfortable expression.
"Cool!"
Upon hearing this word, everyone shuddered and stared at Yang Zhen in utter bewilderment.
Cool?
Damn it, you're so damn good for nothing.
It's no wonder people find it enjoyable in this situation.
But the expression on Yang Zhen's face didn't seem fake at all, and the group's suspicions gradually grew stronger.
Seeing Yang Zhen's radiant appearance, the group looked at each other in bewilderment, clearly not understanding what had happened.
"Could it be that the Land of Heavenly Burial has changed, and this blood moon is actually a stroke of good fortune?"
"Nobody can say for sure. It's hard to say whether the Devil Emperor has already altered the Land of Heavenly Burial. If so, wouldn't Yang Zhen get all the good fortune?"
Even if it's a stroke of luck, who would dare to go down and try it so easily?
The crowd buzzed with discussion. Chen Xiaotian, his face ashen, glared at Yang Zhen and asked, "You brat, what are you up to now?"
Yang Zhen glanced at Chen Xiaotian and said, "Damn it, you old man, you're being way too unreasonable! Can't other people have their fun? And can't they complain after they've had their fun? Go back and tell your wife that, and see if she kicks you out of the woods."
"You're asking for it!"
Chen Xiaotian roared, and with a casual wave of his hand, a terrifying demonic aura suddenly transformed into a giant scorpion in mid-air, rushing towards Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen laughed heartily, his face full of disdain. "Don't come out here and embarrass yourself, you mantis shrimp. Speaking of Pipi Pipi, this Sage of Saunter has someone much more powerful here. Do you want to see?"
As he spoke, Yang Zhen casually tossed out Heavenly Scorpion Heavenly Scorpion, which was absorbed by Chen Xiaotian in the blink of an eye.
Not a single grain of rice was left.
The Blood Moon was no mere decoration, and Yang Zhen still cared about Heavenly Scorpion. After absorbing Chen Xiaotian's Heavenly Scorpion, he hurriedly put it away.
"I wonder which idiot refined a Pipi shrimp for a thousand years. They must have some kind of peculiar fetish."
Seeing this scene, all the Devil Cultivator present were stunned, as if petrified, staring blankly at Yang Zhen and the Heavenly Scorpion that flashed past in Yang Zhen's hand.
A wry smile appeared on Shuya's face, a look of utter certainty on his face. He hurriedly said to the Venerable One beside him, "Calm down, calm down..."
"You bastard, you bastard..."
Chen Xiaotian's face turned from ashen to bright red, with localized congestion. His scarlet eyes were fixed on Yang Zhen, and black demonic energy began to emanate from his nostrils. He was clearly furious.
"Boy, you're dead today! Even if the Devil Emperor were reborn, he couldn't save your life!"
boom--!
A terrifying shockwave suddenly erupted from Chen Xiaotian's body. As the giant Heavenly Scorpion Heavenly Wrath, a world-destroying shockwave swept across the heavens and earth, even obscuring the blood moon in the sky.
Yang Zhen simply sat down on the ground, waved his hand, and said, "Don't be so sure of yourself. This ' Sage of Saunter' is right here, and I'm even sitting down. Come and bite me if you dare!"
"Die!"
Chen Xiaotian's face turned pale; he was clearly consumed by rage and went berserk.
The fact that a dignified lord could be so angered left the onlookers stunned, their gazes towards Yang Zhen filled with terror.
Devil Venerable Shuya's face was grim as he roared, "Lord, we must not be careless!"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiaotian leaped into the mountain shrouded in the blood moon, and the demonic energy on his body was instantly shattered by the invisible blood-red threads.
"Holy crap, that's ruthless!"
Yang Zhen let out a strange cry and muttered to himself, "The legendary ruthlessness of those who would even hit themselves when they get angry really does exist."
Chen Xiaotian shuddered, a look of horror crossing his face. He roared, glaring at Yang Zhen, "Kid, you tricked me!"
Yang Zhen Sage of Saunter and said, "I didn't ask you to come in now, and how could I call it a trap? I'm actually having a really good time here. Hang in there, it's not only good for your body, but also a great tonic for your soul. It'll be good for you to toughen up."
Seeing the "you don't believe me, sir" look on Chen Xiaotian's face, Yang Zhen frowned and asked, "You don't believe me? I'll show you a couple of steps, just a couple..."
As he spoke, Yang Zhen actually started walking within the area shrouded by the blood moon, and even felt an urge to jump.
Everyone stared blankly at the unbelievable scene before them.
Where Yang Zhen could move freely, Chen Xiaotian was suspended in mid-air, unable to move. This... this was still the all-powerful and Venerable Lord Chen Xiaotian?
"Boy, what exactly do you want?" Devil Venerable Shuya's face turned solemn as he stared at Yang Zhen. Before Yang Zhen could speak, he continued, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because of this. You can't kill him, and with us here, we can't just stand by and watch you make a move."
Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "I really don't understand you guys. Why do you have to fight and kill each other at the slightest disagreement? What am I cultivating for? To strengthen my body. At times like this, instead of doing something meaningful, why would I kill this Venerable Lord when I have no deep-seated hatred for him?"
Shuya is right. Even though Chen Xiaotian currently in a precarious situation, killing him won't be an easy task for Yang Zhen. If Chen Xiaotian is angered and unleashes some kind of Heavenly Devil Disintegration, it will be difficult for Yang Zhen to control all of the Blood Grinding.
"Something meaningful?" Shuya's face showed a hint of unease as he stared at Yang Zhen and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Yang Zhen winked at Shuya and said, "For example... how about we go find the Emperor's Tomb?"
Upon hearing this, everyone tensed up and turned their gazes to Yang Zhen.
Just then, a ghostly screaming sound suddenly came.
"Damn it, kid, don't think you can monopolize the Great Emperor's inheritance in the Emperor's Tomb all by yourself. Here I come!"
Whoosh--!
A dark figure rushed towards the mountain peak, and countless people hurriedly followed, rushing into the area shrouded by the blood moon.
The dark figure flashed past and rushed back.
"Sorry, this is just a rehearsal. I'll come back after the blood moon is over."
"Oh no, stop right now!"
"You bastard!"
"What... what is this? Master, save me..."