Chapter 482: Chapter 488: Cutting melons and vegetables as the same! (Second update)
What just happened?
Not to mention Elder Qian and Lu Qiju, even the strongman from the Black Death Clan had no clue what had just happened.
But as much as they were confused, the Black Death Clan’s powerhouse could still perceive that the aura around Yang Zhen was skyrocketing in a fierce manner.
If this kept up, he’d die of fright even before Yang Zhen ‘burst.’
“Yang Zhen, you’re courting death!”
Bang!
Loud rumbling echoed as the Black Death Clan strongman suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving a string of black shadows due to his tremendous speed and rushed towards Yang Zhen.
With an “oh yo,” Yang Zhen lifted the Great Missing Sword and roared, “Bring the thunder!”
Rumble!
Thunder came tumbling down from the sky, landing on the Great Missing Sword. Yang Zhen appeared like a lighting deity gleaming brilliantly, his aura unbroken and rainbow-like.
Damn, that was somewhat painful!
Yang Zhen grimaced, his clothes violently fluttering and his hair standing on end, which was terribly frightful.
Oddly enough, a heinous giggle echoed from the Great Missing Sword at this moment, which scared the hell out of everyone.
What… What the hell was that sound?
Could it be that Yang Zhen had genuinely been struck dumb by the lightning and turned into a maniac who only knew how to kill?
“Overestimating oneself!” The Black Death Clan strongman snorted. His withered hands exploded into a greenish light, making a pulsating sound as they rushed towards Yang Zhen.
Between the greenish illumination, two dreadful dark lights were apparent. Naturally, the Black Death Clan strongman was still attempting to seal Yang Zhen’s spirit soul.
However, he was taken aback yet again. His omnipotent dark light had not only failed to seal Yang Zhen’s Spirit Soul but had almost recoiled back to him.
Simultaneously, a giggle resounded. Astonishingly, within a very brief moment, the Black Death Clan strongman seemed to feel drowsy.
Seems like… he was even bloody dreaming!
“What the heck is this?”
“Hehehe.”
Yang Zhen, too, was taken aback. Confidently blocking the Black Death Clan strongman’s withered hands that felt like divine weapons, he provocatively said, “Apologies, my Great Missing Sword has a stiffness effect. Do you want to get rich overnight? Do you want to restore your power in an instant, reach the pinnacle of life, and marry a wealthy beauty?”
Amid the eerie laughter of the Evil Shadow Black Glutton, Yang Zhen broke into a loud laugh, swung the Great Missing Sword round, and rushed towards the Black Death Clan strongman.
“…You can achieve all of this with a short dream!”
Boom!
With a loud, earth-shattering noise, Yang Zhen’s back erupted with thunder. The third Dragon Elephant roared, shaking the heavens. Under such a massive force, the Black Death Clan strongman struggled to resist and was smashed into the ground by Yang Zhen.
“This is impossible!”
The Black Death Clan strongman quickly stood up and stared at Yang Zhen with a gloomy face, angrily saying, “Damn it, what nonsense have you been practicing? Don’t you want to become a saint anymore?”
Yang Zhen steadied his Great Missing Sword, which also emitted pulsating sounds, and charged towards the Black Death Clan strongman.
“Whether I become a saint or not is for Sao Saint to decide. What does it have to do with what I practice?”
Boom!
With one swing of his sword, Yang Zhen sent the Black Death Clan strongman flying. He grinned and said, “Moreover, you don’t need to worry about what nonsense I’ve been practicing. Anything that can beat you is a good thing!”
“Youngster, don’t be so arrogant!”
The Black Death Clan strongman rolled and crawled into mid-air, staring at Yang Zhen angrily and laughing loudly, “If you think this is all the strength of a Divine Transformation Stage strongman, then you’re wrong. Clearly, you still don’t understand the Divine Transformation Stage.”
Isn’t this goddamn obvious?
Yang Zhen was taken aback. He had just passed the tribulation, how could he understand the Divine Transformation stage, let alone really understand it?
Was this guy an idiot?
“Why don’t you just ascend to heaven?” Underneath Yang Zhen, tremendous power erupted, and with a booming sound, the earth burst open, and he shot towards mid-air.
“Seal!”
The strongman from the Black Death Clan suddenly pointed his hand, with a conceited expression and a look of disdain.
Hum——!
The heavens and earth hummed. Not to mention Yang Zhen, even the surrounding crowd could feel it. The air around Yang Zhen had become stagnant.
This strongman from the Black Death Clan had actually cultivated such a strange Cultivation Method?
Yang Zhen yelled, feeling something bad. This bastard’s power was not a match for him; he wanted to compete with him in Cultivation Method and Martial Skills.
“Oh no, has this space been sealed?”
“What a terrifying power. Can Yang Zhen break free from this kind of shackle?”
“Impossible! Space Power disappeared tens of thousands of years ago. How can it appear in a creature that is neither human nor ghost?”
“This is not the power to seal space. It only makes the surrounding air stagnant.”
“But isn’t this enough to kill Yang Zhen? Once Yang Zhen loses his speed, what else does he have?”
…
What else?
Your Sao Saint has many tricks up his sleeve! Yang Zhen sensed the aura around him with a peculiar expression, a confused look flashing across his face.
This stagnant air, it seemed, maybe, probably, could better display his speed?
Yang Zhen’s face suddenly turned ugly. He stared intensely at the strongman from the Black Death Clan and cursed vehemently, “Damn it! You shameless old thing, you’ve sealed the space. How are we supposed to fight…”
As he spoke, Yang Zhen “struggled” to step towards the strongman from the Black Death Clan. He continued to swear while he walked, “Die of shame, you stupid bastard, who thinks I, the Sao Saint, am at a loss now? Look, the Sao Saint’s speed is still a lot faster than a snail’s. Oh, I’m about to break free. If you dare, seal all the space around us. If I get to you, I’m going to beat you so bad, not even your mom would recognize you!”
In the crowd, Bastard Cat looked perplexed at Yang Zhen and murmured to himself, “Damn it, Yang Zhen’s acting skills are getting better and better. If I didn’t know what was really going on, I would have been fooled too.”
At that moment, a burst of wild laughter came, followed by a voice saying ‘as you wish’.
Bastard Cat’s confusion intensified. He looked dumbly at the Gloating Rooster next to him and asked, “Is this black guy an idiot? Can’t he see such an obvious trap?”
Gloating Rooster gave Bastard Cat a disdainful look.
It was not that the black guy was an idiot. It was that Bastard Cat’s acting skills had greatly improved without anyone noticing. He and Yang Zhen, one was more cunning than the other.
Hum——!
The heavens and earth shook. Between the strongman from the Black Death Clan’s pointed finger, the surrounding air became viscous.
Everyone’s faces turned noticeably uncomfortable, and they all looked anxiously at Yang Zhen, who was struggling to move.
A touch of madness flashed in the eyes of the strongman from the Black Death Clan. The more powerful Yang Zhen was, and the stranger the power on him, the more benefits he would get.
Now, Yang Zhen had already shocked him far beyond his imagination.
However, at this moment, something happened that almost scared everyone to death.
Yang Zhen slowly lifted his hand, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, suddenly snapped his fingers and said: “Somersault Cloud!”
Boom boom boom!
In the blink of an eye, a cloud burst out from under Yang Zhen’s feet, and he rushed towards the strongman from the Black Death Clan at a speed close to teleportation.
The Heavenly Tathagata Cloud Dispersing Palm, which used air to explode into speed, and the Sky Crossing Void, were no different.
Now that this tall figure from the Black Death Clan had made the air stagnant, the speed was so explosive that even Yang Zhen was taken aback.
Before everyone’s mouths were fully open, Yang Zhen had already reached the strongman from the Black Death Clan, and the Great Missing Sword in his hand landed with a bang on the strongman’s head.
How could the strongman from the Black Death Clan withstand such terrifying power? He was instantly smashed in the head by Yang Zhen’s sword.
Chop melons and vegetables, this was truly like chopping melons and vegetables!
Only at this moment did everyone let out a gasp of surprise.
“He… Is he dead?”
“Damn, his head is smashed. Can he still survive?”
“Yang Zhen actually killed a strongman at the Divine Transformation Stage, how is this possible?”
Not only was the crowd taken aback, but Elder Qian and Lu Qiju were also shocked. Just as they were about to speak, a chorus of ‘hehehe’ laughter came from the violent turbulence in mid-air.