Seeing hundreds of Yang Zhen rushing towards more than a hundred ferocious beasts in an extremely terrifying posture, the mean cat was so excited that his fur stood on end. He moved back and forth on the spot, with a look of excitement on his face, and spoke incoherently, unable to remember what BGM should be used at this moment.
"Damn it, Yang said there is a background music called Bluebird on the blue planet that can make all young people's blood boil, but this bastard can't sing it. This is ridiculous. There should be a Bluebird here!"
The mean cat had a look of regret on his face, watching the one hundred spirit bodies and one hundred energy bodies in mid-air suddenly collide with each other. The whole person, the whole cat, was boiling with excitement.
Everyone was looking at the horrifying scene in the air in shock. The might of heaven was like a vast ocean, demonstrating its authority to the heaven and earth. Yang Zhen's one hundred shadow clones all burst out with terrifying waves of air. Although it was only the power of the soul, it was enough to shock everyone.
Who would have thought that Yang Zhen could actually use the shadow clone to exert the aura of his external incarnation?
Hundreds of terrifying energy waves from Yang Zhen's body, with each punch, the violent spiritual power exploded, making the ferocious beasts in the world howl and scream, shaking the sky.
Everyone thought they were still asleep. The legendary beast that could kill all the cultivators turned out to be... this cowardly? "Damn it, after seeing Yang Zhen undergoing the tribulation, if I piss myself again when undergoing the tribulation... If I'm scared again, I'm not worthy of being called a man!"
"This is what a man should do, fighting against the sky. Although Yang Zhen is a bit shameless, his courage and spirit have made everyone feel ashamed."
"Look, a fierce beast was smashed to pieces by Yang Zhen's punch."
“So what if they are blasted to pieces? The fierce beasts of heaven and earth are merely creatures transformed by the might of heaven. As long as the thunderclouds of heavenly punishment still exist, even if Yang Zhen blasts all of them to pieces, he will be able to condense them again in an instant.”
"Brother, have you forgotten that as long as the real Yang Zhen is alive, his shadow clones are almost endless."
"Where does he get so much spiritual power?"
"You don't know how terrifying the spiritual power of this bastard Yang Zhen is."
Everyone was talking about it, saying all kinds of things, but gradually they realized that as long as Yang Zhen did not shatter the thunderclouds of heavenly punishment, the ferocious beasts would not disappear.
But... blasting the thunderclouds of heavenly punishment? What a joke, in all these years, I have never heard of anyone blasting the thunderclouds of heavenly punishment to pieces.
In mid-air, endless spiritual power and divine might roared to the sky. As the giant beast roared, the entire world began to shake, and gusts of violent aura rushed in all directions.
Although it seemed futile for Yang Zhen to smash the beast into pieces with one punch, everyone could see that Yang Zhen was already consuming the heavenly punishment thunderclouds to the maximum extent.
But no one knew who would be unable to bear the weight first, Yang Zhen or the thundercloud from heaven.
The Lord of the Yaosheng Palace glanced at the Saint Lord of Yaochi and said solemnly, "Saint Lord, this is not good. Yang Zhen is a human being. It is simply impossible for him to fight against the heaven and earth."
The face of the Saint Lord of Yao Chi had already turned grim before the Palace Master of the Saint Palace of Yao Chi spoke. Hearing this, he took a deep breath and said, "The majesty of heaven and earth is almost endless. Although the thunderclouds of heavenly punishment are being consumed, the speed of consumption is much slower than that of Yang Zhen. It is only a matter of time before Yang Zhen... is defeated."
Hearing this, the mean cat shrank his neck immediately, but his eyes rolled around, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He muttered, "Damn it, kid, if you keep going like this, you're probably going to die of exhaustion. Hurry up and think of a solution."
This heavenly punishment was obviously different from the previous ones. Everyone could see that many of the ferocious beasts that Yang Zhen had smashed to pieces had already rushed out from the thunderclouds of heavenly punishment.
Yang Zhen also felt something was wrong. Although there was still a lot of spiritual power in his spiritual consciousness space, as surging as the ocean, it could not withstand the consumption of this shameless heavenly punishment thundercloud.
Boom! With one punch, he smashed a beast of heaven and earth to pieces. Yang Zhen leaped up and rushed towards the thundercloud of heavenly punishment.
His action was immediately noticed by everyone. Many people exclaimed and pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "Look, that's the real Yang Zhen!"
"It's really terrifying. This bastard is just too whimsical. It seems that he has no other options."
The mean cat was stunned when he heard this, raised his head and glanced at Yang Zhen, his eyes suddenly widened: "Isn't this too reckless?"
Hua Youyue's face flashed with worry. She glanced at Jianmao and said, "Is there any way to help him?"
Although Han Yan'er didn't say anything, there was a look of worry in her eyes. She stared at the mean cat, afraid of missing every word.
Jianmao shook his head and said, "This is a punishment from heaven for him alone. It is something he must go through. No one else can help. In fact, even Yang Zhen himself probably has no other way to deal with it. Only by risking his life and rushing into the thundercloud of heavenly punishment can he have a glimmer of hope."
Hearing this, Han Yan'er suddenly unsheathed the sword in her hand and walked towards Yang Zhen.
Hua Youyue pulled Han Yan'er back, shook her head and said, "Believe me, I want to help Yang Zhen just like you do, but if I go forward now, it might backfire."
"Are we just going to watch Yang Zhen die of exhaustion?" Han Yan'er said unwillingly, stamping her feet.
Hua Youyue's expression froze, she glanced at Yang Zhen, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he will definitely have his own way."
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When everyone around heard this, they all smiled bitterly and shook their heads. They didn't know how Yang Zhen had won the favor of two such outstanding women. This blind trust had reached a level that was jaw-dropping.
Where do Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er get so much confidence?
In this situation, can Yang Zhen still turn the tide? Boom! A loud and earth-shattering sound was heard, and a force that seemed to tear the heaven and earth apart erupted from the thunderclouds of heavenly punishment, hitting Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen staggered and almost fell from mid-air.
Countless people exclaimed in unison, and Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er looked even more stern.
However, just when everyone thought that Yang Zhen was about to give up, Yang Zhen suddenly cursed and pointed at the thundercloud of heavenly punishment and said, "Damn it, don't be shameless. This Sao Saint wants to discuss something with you, and you won't even give me a chance?"
Discuss... Discuss? Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
That was the might of heaven. The might of heaven was so majestic and mighty. How could a mere human being want to negotiate with the might of heaven? I really didn't know whether Yang Zhen was just dreaming or reckless and fearless.
Just when everyone was in doubt, Yang Zhen suddenly curled his lips and said, "Since you don't want to discuss it, don't blame me for pretending to be such a jerk."
As he spoke, as everyone stared in astonishment, a brilliant light suddenly burst out from his body.
"Bai Bai Bai... Bai Hua Tian Shun?"
The Saint Lord of Yao Chi's eyes nearly popped out of his head and he couldn't even speak clearly, luckily he didn't lose his tongue.
(End of this chapter)