Yang Zhen is going to crush everything!
The Shameless Cat has come out to refute the rumors. Yang Zhen is not going to beat Megatron and sweep everything away. Yang Zhen simply looks down on Megatron. Ri Chuantian, Megatron can't even fly!
This message seemed to sprout wings, spreading wildly from the teahouse at the foot of Ink Pool Peak in all directions of North Isle, filling the sky at top speed.
Before long, Yang Zhen was hailed by everyone as the most arrogant person in North Isle in the past ten thousand years, without exception.
It is said that when Liang Lie heard this news, he laughed out loud, broke three cups, kicked two stools, overturned a table, and even knocked over the healing medicine he had painstakingly found on the table. The priceless healing treasure was scattered all over the floor, and Liang Lie was so heartbroken that he almost lay on the ground and licked it with his tongue.
In a fit of anger, his injuries worsened, and his face remained ashen all day.
Holy Son Lin wasn't particularly angry; he just sat there blankly for a while before finally sighing and slowly saying, "This Yang Zhen is truly arrogant enough, even I am no match for him. But he's doomed..."
An uproar, a huge uproar!
Holy Son Lin publicly demanded Yang Zhen's life for the first time. This man, known as the "Madman Lin," was clearly provoked by Yang Zhen.
More and more people began to gather at North Isle. With two days left until the flying vehicle competition, You Yan once again declared, "We will fully support Yang Zhen, protect Yang Zhen, and safeguard Yang Zhen's path, breaking the tradition of major sects winning first place, so that Yang Zhen can overcome all obstacles and become a hero!"
These words caused a huge sensation once again. Now, the ' Yang Zhen Dao Protector Team ' is almost the largest force in the entire aircraft competition.
In an instant, the situation changed dramatically. Everyone was waiting for Yang Zhen Yang Zhen appear, and they were even more curious about what kind of aircraft he would pilot to participate in this almost certain-death aircraft competition.
In North Isle, an extremely ordinary sect, atop the summit of Jue Mountain stood a woman in a white dress with flowing robes.
The woman had a slender figure, skin Ruoning, and delicate features with a touch of refined elegance. Her near-perfect face seemed to have been meticulously crafted by a master craftsman, and every long eyelash seemed to speak volumes.
Her nose was as delicate and translucent as jade, and her small, sandalwood-like lips held a hint of stubbornness as they were gently pursed together, their color a deep crimson and a delicate pink.
She was an absolutely stunning young woman, her beauty as ethereal as a traditional Chinese ink painting, elegant yet graceful.
Ancient Spirit Clan's Holy Maiden, Qianling!
The Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits seemed lost in thought when a faint smile suddenly appeared on her face. A gentle breeze caressed her, and wherever her gaze fell, a vibrant scene of life seemed to brighten.
"Holy Maiden, the person you asked me to inquire about... has spread the word!"
Behind the Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits, a young female disciple who was protecting her spoke respectfully.
"What are you saying?" Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits slowly turned around, her lips parted slightly, and her voice was like heavenly music, almost without any flaws, which was Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits's greatest characteristic.
The female disciple protecting the path paused, then said hesitantly, "That Yang Zhen seems rather arrogant and conceited. He... actually boasted that he would crush all the other participants. You must know that this year's flying vehicle competition is different from previous ones; many Ancient Clan and Secret Clan..."
" Qianyue!" Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits shook her head, gave Qianyue a deep look, and said, "Never judge things based on appearances alone. Any judgment made before seeing through their essence is wrong!"
The female disciple known as Qianyue paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, Holy Maiden!"
At this point, Qianyue hesitated, then stopped. The Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits smiled, as if she knew everything, and asked, "Are you trying to ask why I'm so interested in Yang Zhen?"
Upon hearing this, Qianyue nodded hurriedly.
Yang Zhen was merely a young man with some fortuitous opportunity opportunities in this great era. How could he possibly gain the attention of the Holy Maiden of the Ancient Clan, no matter how talented he was?
The Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits gazed into the distance and slowly said, "The reason I'm paying attention to him is because after hearing about him, I suddenly remembered a legend."
"A legend?" Qianyue asked curiously, "What legend?"
"A person who can defy the heavens during Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth!"
"It's him!" Qianyue exclaimed in surprise, her face turning pale instantly. She hurriedly looked up, her expression becoming even more ashen.
Boom--!
Suddenly, a violent dark cloud gathered in mid-air, with thunder rolling and surging, like a raging dragon illuminating the world.
The celestial phenomenon didn't last long and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but Qianyue's complexion didn't recover for a long time.
The Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits looked up and murmured to herself, "In this world, is he the only one who can Dingtian?"
"Holy Maiden!" Qianyue exclaimed softly, "Too much talk leads to mistakes!"
The Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits smiled, gracefully departing from the mountain peak, her voice softly echoing, "I understand!"
The grand competition for aircraft, attracting worldwide attention, was about to begin.
Countless people sat calmly in the depths of a vast, continuous mountain range, surrounding an enormous canyon. The area was filled with cultivators, ranging from the Nascent Soul Realm to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, and even a few cultivators with even stronger auras.
The vast, boundless canyon served as the arena for the aircraft competition, encompassing almost all the terrain of the Abyss, except for the absence of the overwhelming hordes of undead Death Zhi.
Everyone was gazing at the enormous canyon, their faces beaming with excitement.
The annual aircraft competition is always highly anticipated, and now many Ancient Clan and Secret Clan are participating, with almost everyone's face beaming with excitement.
Just then, a buzzing sound came, followed by a long cry that could shatter gold and split rocks. An enormous, strange bird appeared out of nowhere and flew into the air above the canyon at an extremely violent speed.
boom--!
The enormous bird, a full fifteen feet tall, unleashed its full power, sending sand and stones flying and snarling fiercely. Its eyes gleamed with malice, its sharp wings shone brightly, and its claws sent chills down everyone's spines.
"It's Megatron!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, which immediately caused a frenzy.
Everyone was shocked, enveloped by the terrifying aura in mid-air, and looked at Megatron with horrified expressions.
"As expected of Megatron, their aura is so imposing that almost no one dares to approach them!"
"With Megatron around, who would dare to take to the skies!"
"That's not necessarily true. While other aircraft may not be as powerful, it's likely that many factions have secretly devised methods to target Megatron."
"So what? A flying machine like Megatron, which surpasses even the level of weapon crafting, wouldn't be afraid of being targeted."
Amidst the lively discussions, numerous aircraft took to the air. Among them, the Lightning Shuttle and the Ink Wind, though conventional in design, were still dazzling. They hovered in mid-air, silently watching the terrifying Megatron.
boom--!
Another earth-shattering sound rang out, and a small Skyflying Swan took to the air. Although it was only three zhang in size, it emitted an extremely violent and sinister aura.
"What... what is this?"
"An aura... the aura emanating from this aircraft... my god, could it all be Death Sunflower Vine?"
"That's impossible. Where could we find so many Death Sunflower Vine? If these were all Death Sunflower Vine, their value would be immeasurable."
"Whose aircraft is this?"
"It's the Holy Son Lin Ke Clan!"
"No wonder, no wonder he's covered in the aura of the Death Sunflower Vine. He's actually from the Ke Clan, the most skilled in weapon crafting. And Holy Son Lin is going to participate in the competition in person?"
"Brother, you probably don't know this, but Holy Son Lin once said that Yang Zhen is doomed!"
"By the way, where's Yang Zhen?"
Everyone is searching for Yang Zhen. Many aircraft have already appeared, but Yang Zhen is still nowhere to be found.
"Is this guy scared? Doesn't he dare to come back?"
Just then, an exciting melody rang out, and everyone immediately looked in the direction from which the music was coming.
Yang Zhen, along with Shameless Cat and Flirtatious Chicken, arrived side by side, dressed in suits and wearing large sunglasses. They walked with an extremely arrogant swagger, their necks stiff and their arms swinging, making everyone's eyes twitch.
"So, what do you think of this battle Sage of Saunter I designed? Isn't it awesome?"
"Awesome! Absolutely awesome! I love it!"