Everyone was shocked to see Yang Zhen facing the Zixiao Immortal Palace alone with a sword for Hua Youyue.

Especially among the many women present, those who did not have a Taoist partner had their eyes shining, while those who had a Taoist partner cast resentful glances, making some male cultivators feel ashamed instantly.

"What do you know? Yang Zhen's behavior is reckless. He knew that he would die if he went up, but he still went up to die. Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

"Yes... yes, Yang Zhen is doomed to die this time. Maybe even Saint Hua can't save him."

"That's all you can say. At this moment, Yang Zhen is a real man!"

Unconsciously, Yang Zhen became a man in the eyes of many women present.

“It’s…it’s inexplicable!”

A group of men were so envious and jealous that they wanted to rush up to grab Yang Zhen and beat him up.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly turned around and grinned at the people on the ruins of Wuting Mountain: "Isn't it handsome?"

Wow! Most of the women present jumped for joy.

Humph! Countless men snorted coldly, wishing that a bolt of lightning would fall from the Purple Sky Palace to kill Yang Zhen, the bastard.

What a handsome guy! When the Zixiao Immortal Palace explodes, he won’t be so handsome anymore.

Perhaps God heard the devout prayers of countless men, the Zixiao Immortal Palace suddenly shone brightly, and countless purple thunders rushed towards Yang Zhen.

The Zixiao Palace was in a vortex of thunder. Countless purple thunders fell from the vortex and poured directly onto Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen, who was showing off in the last second, was beaten to a crisp in the next moment, with snot and tears almost coming out.

Rumble, rumble, earth-shaking noises exploded around Yang Zhen, and bolts of lightning fell on him. Even though Yang Zhen's Dragon Elephant Shocking Prison Body had already reached perfection, he was still struck and fell down step by step.

Seeing this, Yuan Tianyu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The situation is settled. Yang Zhen is doomed. Even if you and I go up to Zixiao Palace, we will probably be seriously injured. The punishment of heaven and earth is the purest power, and it cannot be countered by some tricky power."

Elder Wang also had a solemn look on his face. He nodded and said, "As expected of the Purple Sky Palace, its power is so huge."

“No matter how many tricks Yang Zhen has, it’s just a farce. The Samsara Bell will eventually fall into your and my hands. I just don’t know if it will be more difficult to refine the Samsara Bell after the Purple Sky Immortal Palace.”

Elder Wang laughed and said, "Throughout history, has there ever been a time when a treasure like the Samsara Bell has been easily refined?"

Yuan Tianyu laughed and nodded, saying, "Yes, when the Samsara Bell appears, it will surely cause great devastation. Yang Zhencai is just the first one."

Having said that, Yuan Tianyu turned his gaze to Yang Zhen again.

This was only the first bolt of thunder, and it knocked Yang Zhen down from mid-air. If the Zixiao Immortal Palace fully exploded, how terrifying a power would be unleashed?

Seeing Yang Zhen falling from mid-air with green smoke coming out of his body, before anyone could even exclaim, they saw a figure rushing up again and just blocking Hua Youyue's head.

Everyone's exclamations turned into inhalations. Seeing that Yang Zhen was seriously injured by the first purple thunder, but his speed was not affected at all, he rushed to Hua Youyue quickly. Everyone felt like laughing.

"This is true. He is really determined not to change. Even if he rushes up again, what can he do? A purple sky thunder will fall and he will still be struck down."

"I wonder how long Yang Zhen can hold on. If he still can't hold on in the end, wouldn't that be a joke?"

"How many times? If he can hold on the second time, I will respect him as a real man."

Many people were talking about it, and some looked at Yang Zhen with mocking, regretful, and disdainful eyes. Most of them couldn't help laughing when they saw Yang Zhen's embarrassed appearance.

However, most of the women present were unable to laugh. They stared at the wounds on Yang Zhen’s body, not knowing what they were thinking.

Yang Zhen was indeed injured. The Purple Sky Heavenly Punishment was the most powerful heavenly punishment Yang Zhen had ever encountered. This level of power of heaven and earth was indeed beyond his ability to contend with.

The first time the Purple Sky Heavenly Punishment Thunder struck his body, Yang Zhen could feel that his body's recovery ability seemed to be restricted by some mysterious force, making it difficult for him to recover to his best condition quickly.

The Dragon Elephant's Prison-shaking body could no longer withstand the terrifying impact of the Purple Sky Thunder, and even its soul was affected to a certain extent.

How could a weak human being despise the might of heaven and earth? Yang Zhen felt the overwhelming energy in his body, took a deep breath, and fixed his eyes on Zixiao Palace. He looked back at Hua Youyue and was about to speak when a loud bang shook the earth, which made Yang Zhen's scalp numb. A roaring sound came from his ears, and all the sounds from the outside world disappeared.

When he fell from mid-air again, everything in front of his eyes was bright red. The ridicule and discussions of countless people, as well as Han Yan'er's cries when she was held tightly by the mean cat, all flashed by in front of Yang Zhen like a silent movie.

Boom! Yang Zhen's body smashed into the mountain. He felt nothing but overwhelming pain, which was corroding every part of his body.

Feeling weak inside his body, Yang Zhen struggled to get up. Without even thinking, he leaped up and rushed again towards the increasingly violent Zixiao Immortal Palace in mid-air.

The havoc in Heaven was just a joke. How could the Heavenly Palace be so easy to cause trouble?

Yang Zhen glanced at Hua Youyue, who was as quiet as before, and a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. The sarcastic expression on Yuan Tianyu's face turned into surprise, and Elder Wang's face was full of disbelief. Even the discussions around them disappeared.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly entered a mysterious feeling.

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The world is silent, yet the sounds of nature are everywhere.

The sky was buzzing, but Yang Zhen turned a blind eye.

Looking down, he saw that every part of his body was bleeding. The dark gold blood dripped down his body and was blown away to who knows where in the strong wind.

Looking up, the purple sky punishment that condensed in the air again seemed to be even more violent than before. This time, even Yang Zhen didn't know if he could hold on.

What exactly did Hua Youyue go through that led to the reincarnation of Sanhua?

What on earth is this Purple Sky Palace? Boom! The violent thunder fell on Yang Zhen, and Yang Zhen's flesh and blood seemed to be torn apart. Waves of severe pain overwhelmed Yang Zhen, and the blood blurred his eyes, and he could not see anything clearly.

Yang Zhen didn’t know how deep he had crashed into the ground, and he didn’t even know how he had rushed up, or whether he had blocked Hua Youyue’s way.

When I desperately opened my eyes and looked down, I suddenly felt relieved.

Fortunately, he was not too far away from Hua Youyue. If he moved a little, he would be able to block it on her.

Yang Zhen grinned, looked up at the Zixiao Immortal Palace, and wanted to laugh out loud, but when he opened his mouth, blood spurted out.

This was the first time Yang Zhen was injured so seriously that he couldn't even cough.

The countless voices of discussion fell silent, and the eyes of countless men gradually became dull, looking at Yang Zhen in mid-air with disbelief.

In this mortal situation, Yang Zhen had a chance to escape every time he fell, but he didn't!

Han Yan'er sat on the ground, crying loudly, with terrifying starlight surrounding her body, echoing the stars in the sky in twos and threes.

Countless women had tears in their eyes, staring at Yang Zhen who rushed up again and again in the air. At this moment, how could Yang Zhen still look cynical? Saint Qingluan and Saint Heilian were both horrified, and tears could not help but flow down.

"How long will this bastard persist?"

Saint Qingluan murmured to herself. Saint Heilian next to her trembled all over and said, "Perhaps, there will come a time when he can no longer get up. Perhaps, there will come a time when he dies directly under the Purple Sky Palace. I... envy Saint Hua a little."

"Am I not the same?" The eyes of Saint Qingluan became complicated.

A woman who could make a man so disregard his life, even if she died, what was there to be regretted? (End of this chapter)