"Crazy, is Yang Zhen crazy? He actually dares to take the initiative to provoke!"

"Two Yuanying-stage masters and so many Jindan-stage cultivators, even if Yang Zhen has great abilities, can he still fight against these people?"

"I used to think Yang Zhen was just a lunatic, but I found out I was wrong. He is still a fool. Why did he not think of running away at this time and actually dare to fight back?"

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The people around were all shocked when they saw the terrifying aura emanating from Yang Zhen. They stared at Yang Zhen with wide eyes in disbelief.

There is a time to be fearless and courageous. At this moment, Yang Zhen had almost no chance of survival. As long as a ninth-level Nascent Soul Stage expert made a move, Yang Zhen would surely die. What's more, there was a Nascent Soul Stage expert around who was staring at Yang Zhen, and many Golden Core Stage cultivators were raiding the area.

Everyone really couldn't understand where Yang Zhen got such confidence from!

"What did he just say? He was disdainful of competing with these Yuanying-stage masters?"

"What a joke! How can a Jindan-stage cultivator like him compete with Yuanying-stage cultivators?"

"Forget it, forget it. It's better for such a rampant person to die. Donglin Island can finally have some peace and quiet."

No one noticed that Yang Zhen's expression became more serious and solemn than ever before. He looked down at the sword in his hand, as if he was the only one with the sword left in this world.

Boom! A huge wave of air rushed up into the sky. The old man in the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage sneered, and in mid-air, he clenched his hand. The whole ups and downs of the violent air in the air suddenly turned into a huge palm, burning with endless waves of fire, grabbing towards Yang Zhen.

"You are so young, yet you are so arrogant. You should take back your words!"

Violent air waves swarmed down from mid-air, and the terrifying momentum pressed the surrounding low shrubs to the ground. Earth and rocks collapsed and turned into powder. Only Yang Zhen was standing on the ground, as weak as a sapling in a storm.

Lu Heng also shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand soared into the sky, surging against the wind, condensing endless air waves in the air, and a raging fire burned the sky, slashing towards Yang Zhen.

Various martial arts techniques were rushed towards Yang Zhen. Even if any one of them fell on Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen would either die or be injured.

Countless people around looked at the sky where the air waves were rolling and roaring in horror, and their eyes towards Yang Zhen changed again.

Under such circumstances, Yang Zhen remained indifferent and just looked at the sword in his hand quietly, as if nothing in the world could compare to what he held in his hand.

The middle-aged Yuanying stage cultivator who had been chased by Yang Zhen for several hills had a gloomy look in his eyes. He stared at Yang Zhen, who was performing various martial arts, and sneered continuously. Finally, his eyes fell on a storage ring in Yang Zhen's hand.

Inside that storage ring, there are many rare treasures that he will never be able to obtain in his lifetime. Only he and a few Jindan-stage cultivators with ulterior motives know about this.

However, all those Jindan stage cultivators were shocked by Yang Zhen's sword. If they hesitated for a moment, they would not have had time to snatch the storage ring after Yang Zhen died.

The middle-aged cultivator was different. His location and cultivation level allowed him to rush over at the first opportunity, grab the storage ring and run away. What was wrong with a cultivator of the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage? He just grabbed it and ran away. With his speed, even a cultivator of the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage might not be able to catch up with him! He was not greedy. He only needed that one storage ring. Yang Zhen had ten storage rings on his hands, and he might have more in his arms.

There is no reason not to take a risk with such a fat sheep.

The middle-aged monk took a deep breath, leaped forward, and prepared for a quick battle.

However, the next moment, the middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed, and he quickly shrank into the stone, looking at Yang Zhen in disbelief.

Yang Zhen moved. Just by raising his head, the aura of the world within a hundred feet radius changed completely.

Boom! Under everyone's horrified gaze, a terrifying wave of air suddenly erupted from under Yang Zhen's feet, rolling and tumbling like white clouds and gray dogs, and Yang Zhen's body, under this terrifying force, leaped into the air.

Countless people looked up at Yang Zhen in doubt. Would Yang Zhen still fight back at this moment? The next moment, everyone present was shocked and their expressions turned terrified.

Yang Zhen slowly raised the sword in his hand, his movements as slow as a sheep-horned child.

But as Yang Zhen raised his sword, all the true energy in the air stagnated, and a fierce aura rushed towards them, causing everyone to tremble in their souls.

“Not good, follow me and kill this guy!” The face of the ninth-level Nascent Soul Stage expert changed, and he suddenly pulled his hands in the air. The terrifying air wave turned into an incomparably huge and ferocious bird, with huge wings flying across the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

Lu Heng also roared angrily, slapped his own chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood. The long sword, which was swirling with air waves, suddenly burned with a blazing bloody flame.

Waves of violent power rushed towards Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen glanced down casually and muttered to himself: "This is the feeling. This time... enough!"

Buzz! The air waves in the air rolled and tumbled, and suddenly turned into a violent air wave that pierced gold and split rocks, and vibrated on the Thunder Sword in Yang Zhen's hand.

The world was filled with a murderous aura, and an endless aura of destruction burst out from Yang Zhen, making everyone's scalp tingle.

In front of Yang Zhen's eyes, the fairy-like woman from the Nine Realms Linglong Tower appeared again. She was standing quietly in the air with a sword, ready to launch an attack that could destroy the world.

As the stunning woman slashed down with the sword, the Thunder Sword in Yang Zhen's hand finally burst out, amidst everyone's fear, with a golden light that penetrated the sky and earth and swept towards everyone.

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"Impossible, this is impossible!" The old man in the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage had his eyes almost bulging out, looking at the sword in front of him that was destroying everything with an expression of disbelief.

Boom! A terrifying wave of air exploded in mid-air. The old man at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage looked at his fallen arm and the huge wound on his shoulder. A look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, and he fell from mid-air with a plop.

Lu Heng was even more miserable. When he saw Yang Zhen coming with a sword, his face changed drastically and he turned around and ran, but was cut in half by Yang Zhen's sword. He watched his two legs rush forward several feet away, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Not to mention the other Jindan stage powerhouses, who fell from the air like kites with broken strings, and blood spilled like rain.

The power of one sword can destroy the heaven and earth!

The rest of the people were petrified, staring blankly at the purgatory-like scene before them. They even stopped breathing and looked at Yang Zhen with horror. Some of them even had trembling legs and fell to the ground.

Yang Zhen put away his sword and stood in mid-air, like a sword immortal. His whole body exuded a resolute aura, and he was still climbing rapidly.

Under the powerful pressure of two Yuanying stage powerhouses and many Jindan stage masters, the fat golden elixir in Yang Zhen's body finally cracked and finally shattered with a snap.

Break the pill and become an infant!

Looking down at the group of stunned monks, Yang Zhen held the long sword in his hand horizontally and said slowly: "I, Yang Zhen, also have a sword, I can show off!"

Whoosh! A figure rushed out from behind the boulder, faster than a lightning rabbit, and disappeared in a few breaths.

Everyone just reacted and rushed away. Who dared to stay here at this time? Just as everyone was dispersing, a blood-red air wave that could destroy the world rose up from a towering mountain not far away, sweeping in all directions. The whole world seemed to tremble in this terrifying air wave. No matter where the cultivators were, their faces changed after feeling this breath, and they looked up at the towering mountain.

Yang Zhen was also surprised. Seeing the shocked looks of the people around him, he said with a look of admiration: "Damn, even after he died, he still acted more arrogant than me. He is indeed a powerful saint. It's a pity that I didn't even use one percent of the power of this sword!"

Second update

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