Boom boom boom--!
The terrifying sounds grew increasingly ferocious, and the enormous flying boat, a behemoth capable of carrying thousands of people, shattered into countless pieces right before everyone's eyes.
Amidst countless wood chips, there was a man and a sword, a bizarre sight that felt like a dream.
That ferocious power, that fierce figure, and that chilling giant sword in his hand—he was like a savage beast, smashing the airship to pieces with each thunderous strike.
Everyone was stunned, including Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow, and even Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er were taken aback.
Many people who knew Yang Zhen possessed extraordinary strength were astonished, let alone those who had never seen Yang Zhen before; they were as if they had seen a monster.
"Who... who is this person? Such terrifying power! Could he be a legendary body-tempering cultivator?"
"Damn it, even body-tempering cultivators aren't this terrifying! This sword strike could practically shatter a small mountain."
"Impossible, how could this be? Am I seeing things? I must still be half asleep."
Snap!
Are you awake?
"Damn it, why did you hit me, senior brother?"
A group of people were discussing animatedly, their expressions changing wildly and varied.
The Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits rushed to the front, watching Yang Zhen smash the massive flying ship to pieces with each sword strike, her eyes filled with disbelief.
The Shameless Cat stood there dumbfounded, letting out a long sigh. He reached up to calm his racing heart and muttered to himself, "Damn it, why am I so nervous? That bastard Yang Zhen is more afraid of death than anyone else. With him around, how could the Land of Nine Dragons Quehua possibly erupt?"
It wasn't until Yang Zhen, carrying the Great Deficiency Sword, walked step by step towards the air that everyone was startled and instinctively parted to make way for him.
Yang Zhen's Qi and Blood and qi surged, and the terrifying force looked incredibly fierce. However, even in the Cultivation World, the principle of 'force is mutual' must be followed. Even Yang Zhen, who had cultivated the Dragon-Elephant Prison-Shaking Body to the Fifth Dragon Elephant, was now suffering from internal organ displacement and numbness in his hands.
This is completely out of the blue, it's an utter disaster, damn it.
Yang Zhen glared at Elder Qian and walked towards him. Along the way, he saw the dazed Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits, winked at her, and then walked past without looking back.
All the disciples of the Ancient Spirit Clan swallowed hard, staring blankly at Yang Zhen. Wherever Yang Zhen went, a path was cleared for him.
Yang Zhen went straight to Elder Qian Elder Qian, stared at him for a long time, and then held out his hand, saying, "Wages!"
"Wages... wages?" Elder Qian's face froze, and he looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression, asking in bewilderment, "What wages?"
Yang Zhen let out a shout, hoisted the Great Deficiency Sword onto his shoulder, glanced back at the wood chips that hadn't completely fallen from the sky, and pointed at the group of the Ancient Spirit Clan disciples behind him, saying, "Fellow villagers, do you know how much trouble you almost caused just now?"
Elder Qian shook his head and said, " Death Shadow has already told me, but I've also explained that it was entirely an accident."
"So you can just excuse an accident?"
Yang Zhen's voice suddenly rose considerably as he pointed to the altar below, which was radiating a hazy light, and said, "It seems you know this is the Land of Nine Dragons Quehua, but do you know what's sealed beneath that altar?"
"Where?" Elder Qian's expression froze. He glanced at the Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits who had followed him, shook his head, and asked, "Could it be that a powerful being is sealed away in this Land of Nine Dragons Quehua?"
"Strong, too strong! Even a genius Sage of Saunter, who only appears once every ten million years, wouldn't dare to provoke that being. Tell me, isn't he strong?"
Yang Zhen was spouting nonsense with a straight face, but everyone around him changed their expressions when they heard that even Yang Zhen didn't dare to provoke this person.
Although the disciples of the Ancient Spirit Clan had never met Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, his name was already widely known.
Rumor has it that Yang Zhen has no one he wouldn't dare to mess with; this scoundrel causes chaos wherever he goes. Now that Yang Zhen himself has said that someone even he wouldn't dare to provoke is sealed inside, how could everyone not be shocked?
Elder Qian, who knew Yang Zhen's character best, said with a look of bewilderment and horror, "This... could there be a Great Saint Sage sealed inside?"
The Shameless Cat, perched on Han Yan'er's shoulder, caught up and scoffed, "Fellow villager, you probably don't know, this kid once killed a Great Saint, don't you? Do you think Kid Yang would be so nervous if it were just a mere Great Saint among us?"
"What?" Elder Qian's expression changed again, and he said in horror, "Could it be someone even more terrifying than the Great Saint?"
Yang Zhen glared at the Shameless Cat and scolded, "Who gave you the right to speak here? Although what you said is absolutely right, you can't threaten Elder Qian like that."
As he spoke, Yang Zhen said apologetically to Elder Qian, "Senior, please stop talking nonsense! This bastard didn't just kill a Great Saint!"
Upon hearing this, Elder Qian breathed a sigh of relief, as did the disciples of the Ancient Spirit Clan around him.
"I knew it! No matter how terrifying Yang Zhen is, how could he possibly have killed the Great Saint?"
"That Shameless Cat is spouting nonsense, not a single word of it is true. Yang Zhen, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be as utterly nonsensical as the rumors suggest; he does have some self-awareness."
"This Yang Zhen is only at the Peak Mahayana Realm, yet that Shameless Cat dares to claim he killed a Great Saint. It's utterly ridiculous."
The disciples discussed among themselves, and Elder Qian's expression gradually returned to normal.
Yang Zhen said slowly, "That wasn't a Great Saint at all; it was merely an External Spirit Transformation of Great Saint."
"No wonder... what?" Elder Qian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he exclaimed in horror, "You killed a Great Saint External Spirit Transformation?"
A deathly silence!
The entire scene was deathly silent; everyone stared at Yang Zhen in utter fear.
Although it sounds absurd, since Yang Zhen dared to say it, it's very likely true.
No one thought Yang Zhen would make up such a story, because if Yang Zhen did, the world would believe him. And if they did, someone might come to challenge Yang Zhen. If they defeated Yang Zhen, wouldn't that be tantamount to killing a Great Saint's External Spirit Transformation?
Everyone would love to have more of these kinds of opportunities—opportunities to gain fame and fortune without offending the Great Saint.
However, Yang Zhen still spoke out boldly, which shows that what Yang Zhen said was true, or rather, that Yang Zhen was not afraid of anyone coming to challenge him.
Everyone swallowed hard, staring blankly at Yang Zhen.
Seeing everyone's bewildered expressions, Yang Zhen took a deep breath, patted Elder Qian on the shoulder, and said, "Do you know that this ' Sage of Saunter' has essentially saved your entire Ancient Spirit Clan?"
"What... what do you mean?" Elder Qian looked completely bewildered, clearly having been thoroughly misled by Yang Zhen.
The other disciples of the Ancient Spirit Clan looked at each other in confusion, having no idea what Yang Zhen was talking about.
The Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression. This woman, who seemed to have stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting, was also in a daze.
Yang Zhen sighed, took a deep breath, and continued, "Your Ancient Spirit Clan almost became the sinners of humanity, because beneath this altar, there is a high possibility that a Great Saint of the Demon Race, or even Demon Race Great Emperor, is sealed!"
Upon hearing this, everyone present turned pale.