Oh shit!
Yang Zhen was startled by this unexpected appearance.
Emerging from the storm, before even having a chance to see their surroundings clearly, or even whether their feet were on grass or slabs of stone, they saw a pair of feet. Such a scare could be fatal.
Yang Zhen looked up into the man's eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Yang Zhen realized that this guy seemed even more frightened than him. His eyes suddenly widened, his hair stood on end, pushing up his cloak. With a roar, he leaped three zhang away, unleashing a terrifying surge of True Essence. He twirled his longsword a few times, staring at Yang Zhen warily. "What do you want?"
Swift as a rabbit, this truly is swift as a rabbit.
Yang Zhen was completely bewildered. He looked around and realized that he was the only person present; there seemed to be no other companions.
This person looked rather strange, with a sinister expression and wearing a black cloak. If it weren't for his hair almost pushing the cloak up, Yang Zhen would have barely been able to make out his features.
This person exuded a gloomy aura, emanating a chilling and eerie presence that sent shivers down one's spine; it was as if the words "I'm a bad guy" were etched onto his forehead.
"It's a misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding!"
Yang Zhen hurriedly stood up and said with a serious expression, "Fellow Daoist, I had no intention of offending you. I was just looking for a place to relieve myself, but some damned bastard kicked me in the back, so I... flew here!"
"Snort!"
The man in the black cloak snorted coldly, clearly uninterested in Yang Zhen's nonsense. Upon seeing that Yang Zhen was also alone, the longsword in his hand suddenly emitted a buzzing sound, the sword moving like a snake, extremely cunning, as it charged towards Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen hurriedly turned and ran, yelling, "Damn it! You start fighting without warning? What did I, this Sage of Saunter, ever do to you? What kind of nonsense is this?"
"With your shifty eyes and sneaky demeanor, what kind of good person could you be? Now that I've caught you, you're as good as dead!"
boom!
No sooner had the man finished speaking than a bolt of lightning flashed across his longsword, which then charged toward Yang Zhen with lightning speed.
The terrifying shockwave was extremely violent, comparable to thunder. Yang Zhen hurriedly twisted his hips to barely avoid this deadly sword strike.
"Damn it, you're serious? If you hit me again, this Sage of Saunter will fight back!" Yang Zhen yelled, turning his head to look, and was immediately horrified.
Seeing that his sword strike had failed to kill Yang Zhen, the man's eyes gradually turned blood red, and his aura became increasingly malevolent. Black light flickered around him, as if thousands of ghosts were howling and wailing. With a leap, he vanished into thin air, leaving behind a trail of black light before disappearing completely.
Yang Zhen was startled, staring suspiciously at the empty space in mid-air, her mind filled with the thought of a million alpacas cursing and stampeding through her mind.
What's going on?
Damn it, I didn't even catch you secretly harassing young women, why are you being so ruthless?
Now they're even using Invisibility Technique, what kind of grudge do they have?
Yang Zhen grew angrier the more he thought about it, and in a fit of rage, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud boom, countless Yang Zhen appeared in mid-air, blotting out the sky and the sun. With another loud boom, the ground was also covered with shadows of Yang Zhen, so lifelike that it was hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
"You, you Sage of Saunter, come out here! You, you Sage of Saunter, come out here!"
The deafening, ocean-like cacophony of curses seemed to stun the man in black, leaving him suspended in mid-air, staring blankly at the overwhelming barrage of Yang Zhen's curses.
" Clone Technique? No, that's impossible!"
The man in black seemed genuinely terrified, standing frozen in mid-air, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.
All the Yang Zhen took a deep breath and grinned in unison, almost scaring the man so much that he wet himself. Suddenly, a burst of Wu Guang erupted, and he was about to disappear when one of the Yang Zhen kicked him in the lower back, sending him sprawling face-first into the ground in a textbook-perfectly executed, spectacularly clean-cut move.
Boom boom boom!
Countless Yang Zhen disappeared into the air. These were all Shadow Clone. Although they had the same aura and momentum, they had no killing power and were only used to deceive people.
Yang Zhen approached the man in black who was still struggling to his feet on the ground, squatted down, and said, "What grudge do you Sage of Saunter? Tell me, what grudge do I have against you... Grass digging, Ninjutsu, I can Sage of Saunter too!"
The man in black lying on the ground suddenly deflated and vanished completely.
"Katun, Fire Release!"
Yang Zhen turned his head and opened his mouth, and with a bang, the Golden Lotus Heavenly Fire erupted, directly blasting a dark figure out. The figure landed on the ground with a thud, not only twisting its lower back but also burning off its hair. The cloak flashed with fire, and then disappeared with a whoosh.
Yang Zhen found it very amusing; it was practically no different from the game of whack-a-mole.
After releasing his Divine Sense sense, he was astonished to find that the person was actually trying to escape, and immediately roared, "Dry Pear Cool, Earth Release!"
boom!
Yang Zhen stomped his foot heavily on the ground, and a dragon of earth suddenly rose up from the ground, rushing towards the black-clad cultivator with a thunderous roar.
The black-clad cultivator seemed startled, let out a cold snort, and leaped up from the ground. However, before he could finish his snort, a huge earthen hand shot up from the ground and slammed him directly to the ground.
The blow was so powerful that the cultivator, who was only at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, couldn't even get up. His eyes flashed with horror as he stared at Yang Zhen, who was approaching step by step, and he retreated in terror.
Yang Zhen suddenly felt something was strange. This person's attire, speaking style, and methods were all very different from ordinary people. In particular, the Cultivation Method he practiced were mostly insidious and he was skilled in assassination. Could he not be from North Isle?
"Shall we continue?"
Yang Zhen approached the black-clad cultivator, knelt down, and stared into the cultivator's blood-red eyes, asking, "What are you...?"
Snap!
Yang Zhen slapped the man in black across the face. The man in black shuddered violently, his mouth twisted, and a nail in his mouth shot out with a series of sonic booms, hurtling into the distance.
Upon hearing the terrifying sonic boom, Yang Zhen's eyes widened instantly. "Damn, not bad at oral sex. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Bring them on! Everyone's busy, every little bit of time we can save is a bit."
The black-clad man's bloodshot eyes had even lost their pupils; his face was expressionless as he stared at Yang Zhen and said in a low voice, " Moluola's eternal life!"
laugh!
A sound like a balloon deflating came, and the man in black deflated completely, emitting a puff of dark blue smoke from his mouth.
Yang Zhen had no idea that this thing could leak air, and was immediately sprayed all over his face. He was shocked and quickly took out some clean water to drench himself thoroughly.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, Yang Zhen wiped his face and stared dumbfounded at the black-clad man who was now nothing but skin and bones, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had been scolded for a long time.
It's absolutely bizarre. This Motorola guy was determined to kill me from the moment we met. I had no intention of killing him at all, but I just died with a "poof." It's really inexplicable.
Immediately, Yang Zhen stirred. Even if he wasn't the first person to enter the High Antiquity Ruins, he would only be slightly slower than Han Yan'er and Hua Youyue. Yet, upon entering, he immediately encountered such a strange fellow. Could this person be one of the first to enter and trigger the Saint Law restrictions?
A sinister cultivator in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm couldn't possibly have triggered the Saint Law restriction to such a terrifying degree. That means there's someone else behind this Motorola?
Digging grass, that's quite interesting. If there are a lot of these guys who are always fighting to the death, the High Antiquity Ruins will probably become quite lively.
Just then, Yang Zhen's expression suddenly changed, and he ripped open his clothes, revealing a strange dark blue rune flashing across the panel.
Yang Zhen's eyes widened instantly, and he cursed, "What the hell? What is that?"