"He's gone mad! Has Yang Zhen gone mad? He actually dared to provoke us!"
"Two Nascent Soul Realm experts and so many Golden Core Realm cultivators, even if Yang Zhen has immense abilities, can he possibly fight against all of them?"
"I always thought Yang Zhen was just a madman, but I've realized I was wrong. He's also an idiot. Instead of running away at a time like this, he actually dared to fight back?"
The group of people around were all shocked by the terrifying aura emanating from Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, staring at him with wide eyes and disbelief.
Even fearlessness has its limits. At this moment, Yang Zhen had almost no chance of survival. As soon as a Ninth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm expert made a move, Yang Zhen would surely die. Moreover, there was another Nascent Soul Realm expert watching Yang Zhen, and many Golden Core Realm cultivators were standing by.
Everyone was utterly baffled as to where Yang Zhen got such confidence!
"What did he just say, that he disdains to compete with these Nascent Soul Realm experts?"
"What a joke! How can a Golden Core Realm cultivator compete with the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator?"
"Enough, enough. Such an arrogant fool is better dead. Donglin Island can finally have some peace and quiet."
No one noticed that Yang Zhen's expression had become more serious and solemn than ever before. He looked down at the sword in his hand, as if he were the only person left in the world, with only his sword.
boom!
A monstrous wave of energy surged into the sky. The old man, at the Ninth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm, sneered. While still in mid-air, he clenched his fist, and the turbulent energy waves in the air instantly transformed into a giant palm, burning with endless flames, grabbing towards Yang Zhen.
"At such a young age, you're so arrogant and boastful. You should take those words back!"
A violent shockwave surged down from mid-air, its terrifying force pressing the surrounding low shrubs to the ground. Soil and rocks flew up and shattered into dust. Only Yang Zhen stood on the ground, as frail as a sapling in a storm.
Lu Heng also roared, his long sword soaring into the sky, growing larger in the wind and condensing endless waves of energy in mid-air. Raging flames burned across the sky as he slashed down at Yang Zhen.
Various martial Method Formula rushed towards Yang Zhen. Even if any one of them landed on Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen would either die or be seriously injured.
Countless people around stared in horror at the billowing, roaring air currents in mid-air, and their gazes toward Yang Zhen changed once again.
Even under such circumstances, Yang Zhen remained unmoved, simply gazing quietly at the sword in his hand, as if nothing in the world could compare to what he held.
The middle- Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who had been chased by Yang Zhen over several hills had a sinister glint in his eyes. He stared intently at Yang Zhen, who was using various martial arts techniques, and sneered repeatedly. Finally, his gaze fell on a storage ring in Yang Zhen's hand.
That storage ring contained numerous heavenly materials and earthly treasures that he could never obtain in his lifetime. Only he and a few other Golden Core Realm cultivators with ulterior motives knew about this.
However, all the Golden Core Realm cultivators were stunned by Yang Zhen's sword strike. If they hesitated even for a moment, they would not have had time to seize the storage ring after Yang Zhen died.
The middle-aged cultivator was different. His location and cultivation level allowed him to rush over immediately, grab the storage ring, and run. So what if he was Ninth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator? He would grab it and run. With his speed, even Ninth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator might not be able to catch him!
He wasn't greedy; he only needed that one storage ring. Yang Zhen had ten storage rings on his hand, and he probably had more in his pocket.
There's no reason not to take the risk and gamble on such a fat sheep.
The middle-aged cultivator took a deep breath, bent over, and prepared for a swift victory.
However, the next moment, the middle-aged cultivator's expression suddenly changed drastically. He hurriedly shrank back into the stone and looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief.
Yang Zhen moved, and with just a glance, the aura of the world within a hundred feet changed completely.
boom!
Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, a terrifying shockwave suddenly erupted beneath Yang Zhen's feet, swirling and tumbling like white clouds, and Yang Zhen's body, under this terrifying force, leaped into the air.
"What... what is he going to do?"
Countless people looked up at Yang Zhen with surprise and uncertainty. Was Yang Zhen still going to put up a stubborn resistance at this point?
The next moment, everyone present was shocked and their expressions turned to terror.
Yang Zhen slowly raised the long sword in his hand, his movements as slow as a little lamb.
But as Yang Zhen raised his longsword, all the True Essence in the air froze, and a chilling aura swept over everyone, causing a tremor in their souls.
"Not good! Join me in attacking and kill this brat!" The Ninth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm expert's expression changed. He suddenly pulled his hands out of the air, and a terrifying shockwave transformed into an enormous ferocious bird with huge wings that blotted out the sky, rushing towards Yang Zhen.
Lu Heng roared in anger as well, slapping his own chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood. The longsword, which was churning with energy, was instantly engulfed in a raging crimson flame.
A surge of violent power rushed towards Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen glanced down casually and muttered to himself, "This is the feeling. This time... that's enough!"
Buzz!
The air currents in mid-air churned and surged, suddenly transforming into a raging wave of energy capable of shattering metal and splitting rocks, which vibrated on the Startling Thunder Sword in Yang Zhen's hand.
The world was filled with a chilling atmosphere, and an endless aura of destruction erupted from Yang Zhen, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
Before Yang Zhen's eyes, the image of that ethereal woman from the Nine Realms Exquisite Pagoda reappeared. Alone with her sword, she stood silently in the air, unleashing a world-destroying attack.
As the stunning woman slashed down with her sword, Yang Zhen's Startling Thunder Sword, amidst everyone's trembling fear, suddenly erupted with a golden light that pierced the heavens and earth, sweeping towards the crowd.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" The old man, a ninth- Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, nearly bulged his eyes out as he stared in disbelief at the sword that had destroyed everything in its path.
boom!
A terrifying shockwave exploded in mid-air. The old man, at the Ninth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm, looked at his fallen arm and the huge wound diagonally down his shoulder, a look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes, before he fell from mid-air with a thud.
Lu Heng fared even worse. When he saw Yang Zhen's sword coming at him, his face changed drastically and he turned to run. Yang Zhen cut him in half at the waist with his sword, and he watched helplessly as his two legs shot forward several feet, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Needless to say, the other Golden Core Realm experts fell from mid-air like kites with broken strings, their blood raining down.
The power of a single sword strike can destroy heaven and earth!
The rest of the crowd froze, staring blankly at the Purgatory scene before them. They even stopped breathing, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Yang Zhen. Some even trembled and collapsed to the ground.
Yang Zhen sheathed his sword and stood in mid-air, like a sword immortal, exuding a resolute aura, and was rapidly ascending.
Under the immense pressure from two Nascent Soul Realm experts and numerous Golden Core Realm experts, Yang Zhen's enormous Golden Core, which was now disproportionately large, finally cracked open and shattered with a snap.
Breaking through the elixir core to form the infant spirit!
Looking down at the group of dumbfounded cultivators, Yang Zhen held his longsword horizontally and slowly said, "I, Yang Zhen, also have a sword, good for showing off!"
Whoosh!
A figure darted out from behind the boulder, disappearing in the blink of an eye with a speed even faster than a Lightning Rabbit.
Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and they all shot off into the distance. At this point, who would dare to stay here?
Just as everyone scattered, a terrifying crimson aura, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, surged into the sky from a towering mountain not far away, sweeping out in all directions. The entire world seemed to tremble under this terrifying aura. No matter where they were, the cultivators who sensed this aura all changed their expressions and looked up at the towering mountain.
Yang Zhen was equally taken aback. Seeing the horrified gazes of the crowd around him, he said with a look of Qi Ingestion, "Damn, even in death he put on a bigger show than me. No wonder he's Sage Realm expert. It's just a pity that I didn't even unleash one percent of the power of that sword strike!"