Chapter 631: Chapter 638: Get lost! (Third update)
Yang Zhen turned and bolted away, swift as lightning, disappearing from everyone’s sight in the blink of an eye.
Gong Sanhe and the others gawked at the terrifying speed that Yang Zhen exhibited, their eyes wide open in disbelief.
“This… this is Yang’s true speed?” Gong Sanhe was in awe, looking at Death Shadow.
Death Shadow marveled, his eyes filled with excitement: “Hahaha, I knew it, my eyes have never deceived me, under such speed…look, even the bug puppet is flummoxed!”
Gong Sanhe stared peculiarly at the puppet bug, indeed seeing an expression of bewilderedness on its blank face. Although it was only for an instant, it was enough to startle Gong Sanhe and his companions.
The next moment, the puppet bug let out successive roars, and like a cannonball, it bolted out with speed not much slower than Yang Zhen, even leaving behind illusory trails.
“Oh boy, hurry, hurry up and chase!” Death Shadow rushed to follow suit, commanding his sword to fly, demonstrating an equally impressive speed.
Gong Sanhe wore a somewhat embarrassed expression, “Freakin’ hell, what kind of speed is this, you two be careful, don’t follow too closely, let me catch up first.”
Having spoken, Gong Sanhe also leaped up, frantically chasing after Death Shadow.
Ding Chun gulped nervously, a bitter smile surfaced saying, “This trip has been too overwhelming for me. When I get back, I need to seclude myself for cultivation.”
Wen Yuning showed the same bitter expression, saying, “This guy called Yang Decao is about our age, but his talent and knowledge are much greater than ours.”
Ding Chun suddenly burst into hearty laughter, saying, “There’s no need to feel so down. Within Ancient Life Sect, there is one individual who is par with Yang Zhen in many areas.”
“You mean… Senior Brother Gu?” Wen Yuning’s eyes lit up as she responded.
Ding Chun nodded, saying, “When we left, Senior Brother Gu was attempting to reach the ninth layer of the Mahayana Phase. If he can breakthrough to ninth layer, that would be a step into the Divine Transformation Stage, surely surpassing Yang Decao in every aspect.”
Wen Yuning wore a doubtful expression, taking a deep breath she said, “Senior Brother Gu has always been extraordinarily gifted, and rather prideful. If he learns that there’s another peer with comparable talent, he’d surely become interested in Yang Decao.”
“You and I are both practitioners at the peak of the Mahayana Phase, but advancing to the Ninth Heavenly Layer is the critical leap. After we return Junior Sister, you should seclude yourselves along with Senior Brother for dedicated cultivation.”
Wen Yuning nodded, gazing in the direction where Yang Zhen disappeared and gritted her teeth, “We’ll talk about this when we get back, I want to see what kind of transformation the Essence of Clarity that Yang Decao obtained can bring to him.”
Ding Chun’s face went blank, nodding his head, “That sounds good, I also want to know what path Yang Decao will embrace!”
With that, they looked at each other, simultaneously leaping up, commanding their swords to fly after in the direction where Yang Zhen disappeared.
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Yang Zhen raced to his maximum speed along the way, barely shaking off the puppet bug behind him. The journey was as swift as a gusty wind or a flash of lightning, casting strings of phantom images in this chaotic world of the Ancient Ruins.
The puppet bug howled continuously, frantically chasing Yang who was leaving a trail of countless white worms on the ground. These worms dropped onto the ground, dying not long after, devoid of life.
Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow also rushed ceaselessly behind, the shock in their eyes grew more intense as they were astounded by the explosive speed displayed by Yang Zhen and the puppet bug.
Ding Chun and Wen Yuning were having a hard time. Their speed was slightly slower than Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow, after chasing for a while, they lost sight of Yang Zhen. Chasing for more time, they lost sight of the puppet bug. If it was not for Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow were still far within view, they would have given up their pursuit altogether.
After running for God knows how long, even Yang Zhen’s digestion was grumbling in hunger, yet the puppet bug behind him was still bustling with energy. Just as Yang was about to curse, his eyes suddenly lit up. They sensed two familiar auras not far from them.
These two auras were well known to Yang Zhen, belonging to individuals from the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land and Heavenly Snow Sacred Land.
Sensing these two auras, Yang Zhen was overjoyed. People from the two major sacred lands had gathered, wouldn’t this mean that his young lady and Dao idiot, as well as Cheap Cat and Sassy Chicken, were likely to be with them too?
Yang Zhen burst out laughing. Leading the puppet bug, they made a huge detour heading towards the two auras.
Along the way, Yang Zhen suddenly felt a strange foreboding.
The two aura emanating were certainly familiar, but it seemed like confrontation is brewing, especially with the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land, the energy was overwhelming, not at all weaker than the puppet insect behind Yang Zhen.
Deep down, Yang Zhen’s heart skipped a beat, as an image of someone appeared in his mind.
Duan Sihai!
Only if Duan Sihai arrived, could the aura of the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land be this dreadful.
If Duan Sihai truly came into the Ancient Ruins, then it’s highly likely that Li Cangxu had come too.
In such circumstances, shouldn’t the two Great Sects, Heavenly Spring Sacred Land and Heavenly Snow Holy Domain, cooperate to break whatever restraint, why were they fighting each other?
Yang Zhen didn’t have particular regards for Duan Sihai, neither positive or negative. However, he looked down upon the Heavenly Spring Saint Lord, who was greedy and arrogant, not seeming to hold him in any regard. Yet because there was use for Yang Zhen, he had to deign.
Yes, deign was the word. If Yang Zhen broke the restraint on the bridge, the Heavenly Spring Saint Lord would likely be the first to turn his back on Yang Zhen.
Surprisingly, he had not yet broke the restraint on the bridge, so why were the two Holy Lands getting confrontational already?
As he moved closer, he indeed saw young lady Hua Youyue and the Cat standing next to the people from the Heavenly Snow Holy Domain, confronting those from the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land. Bafflingly, Hua Youyue was wounded.
Seeing the bloodstains on Hua Youyue, Yang Zhen instantly burst into rage, glaring at the people from the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land.
Li Cangxu was sheathing his sword, looking at Hua Youyue with varied emotions.
Was it Li Cangxu that hurt Hua Youyue?
Boom——!
The aura around Yang Zhen instantly erupted, countless explosive sounds resonated as space reverberated around him, startling the perpetual puppet insect following behind.
“Li Cangxu, you’ve courted death!”
Yang Zhen roared, his entire body bursting into terrifying flames that obscured the sky. He charged towards Li Cangxu like an embodiment of a death god, shaking the very earth and sky.
“Fool, don’t be too presumptuous!”
Duan Sihai had noticed Yang Zhen, and after a shock, his face flashed with anger. He rose up and charged towards Yang Zhen.
Following behind Yang Zhen, Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow were stunned, as they exclaimed, “You mustn’t!”
“Bloody hell, who the heck is this Yang Decao? A Divine Transformation Stage puppet insect is following him, now he’s provoked another of the Divine Transformation Stage?”
“Duan Sihai?” Gong Sanhe recognized the person charging towards them and widened his eyes, hurriedly saying to Yang Zhen, “Hold on, Young Friend Yang, you are not Duan Sihai’s match.”
Yang Zhen laughed boisterously, like a madman. The flames engulfed him as the Great Missing Sword in his hand produced a howling noise, wild and unrestrained.
“Get the hell out of this Sao Saint’s way!”
Boom!
Sword like a deficit, Yang Zhen thrust the Great Missing Sword in his hand towards Duan Sihai.
The crowd gasped in shock, with bewildered looks witnessing the incredible sight before them.
Did Yang Zhen…actually attack the Divine Transformation Stage’s Duan Sihai?