Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 801: Chapter 817: Finally Can’t Help It! (Third Update)

Damn it, you shameless bastard!

Seeing Yang Zhen actually charging towards them, all the disciples of the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land were utterly bewildered.

The next moment, chaos erupted, and they hurriedly scattered to the distance, the entire Heavenly Pivot Holy Land camp dispersing in all directions like maidens scattering blossoms.

People had never hated the Thousand Tribulation Thunder Sword as much as they did now. Although the sword technique was terrifying, why did the thunder dragons it created have to chase after people?

Now look, with Yang Zhen swooshing over to their side, if this bastard made it into the crowd, wouldn’t it result in a bloody mess of flesh and blood?

Such mess was absolutely unacceptable—it would lead to loss of life!

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Everyone secretly cursed themselves for not having wings, desperately trying to avoid the bastard, Yang Zhen.

Elder Hu watched Yang Zhen charging towards the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land camp with a sky full of thunder dragons tailing him, fuming with rage, and he bellowed thunderously, “Yang Zhen, you shameless scoundrel! If you have the guts, fight me in an honorable battle, you shameless good-for-nothing!”

Seeing Elder Hu in midair, hopping madly and chasing after Yang Zhen with a sword, everyone felt the absurdity of the situation and had the urge to laugh.

A battle between Circulation Phase experts that should have been dignified had turned into a farce with two mortals hurling insults and chasing wildly. The venerable Elder Hu, instead of overcoming Yang Zhen, was now wildly swinging his sword in pursuit.

If he could land a single strike, it would somewhat make sense. Yet Yang Zhen’s figure was as elusive as a slippery eel, weaving through the crowd, leaving everyone utterly powerless. This profound sense of helplessness infuriated not just Elder Hu, but also everyone present, as they all seethed with anger.

They had seen the wretched, but had never encountered someone as despicably wretched as Yang Zhen. Battling this scoundrel was like enduring tormenting penance. Any Practitioner with a slightly unstable spirit would be driven to spew blood in frustration by Yang Zhen.

Pfft!

Among the disciples of the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land, many were swept by the thunder dragons’ tails dragged by Yang Zhen and suddenly vomited blood, falling from the sky and thudding onto the ground.

“Dammit, this Yang Zhen really has reached the pinnacle of shamelessness. This kind of battle, even if a thousand plus disciples from the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land came, even if the Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord himself showed up, they’d have no way to deal with Yang Zhen.”

“How is that possible? The Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord is said to have attained the profound mysteries of cultivation, moving with the essence of Heaven and Earth Great Taoist. Even if Yang Zhen is shameless, once he encounters the Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord, he wouldn’t even be able to budge.”

“Indeed, I once had the fortune to witness the Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord in action from afar. That single motion was so terrifyingly filled with Taoist details, almost enveloping heaven and earth, sending shivers down one’s spine. It’s just that, for some reason, the Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord hasn’t come personally this time, and it seems we won’t have the chance to see him in action again.”

“Just a Yang Zhen, he’s not worth the Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord’s personal intervention… but it seems that the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land has truly underestimated Yang Zhen. Even with one thousand of their disciples, plus those from the Yaochi Holy Land, I’m afraid they really have no way to deal with Yang Zhen.”

“Oh boy, look at Yang Zhen, never facing Elder Hu directly in combat. He’s charging through, purposely running towards where there’s a crowd. It’s obvious Elder Hu is about to lose his mind.”

The surrounding people were discussing animatedly, and from time to time, someone would let out a cry and fall from the sky.

Nobody noticed that a sneaky shadow was rolling and dodging on the ground. Whenever someone fell, this shadow would always stop by, and after it passed, the storage rings on the fingers of Practitioners, regardless of their cultivation, vanished without a trace.

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying himself in midair like never before.

“Dammit, I really submit to this! Can Yang Zhen even be more shameless?”

Seeing nearly half of the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land’s disciples injured, the remaining few were grouped far away. When they saw Yang Zhen charging in their direction, they scattered at once, resolutely denying Yang Zhen any opportunity.

This tactic, for the moment, left Yang Zhen at a loss, and with the thunderclouds in the air losing control and gradually dissipating, the thunder dragons trailing behind Yang Zhen also slowly faded away.

Elder Hu laughed uproariously, his sword in hand swelling with the wind. This time, without any explosive thunder element, he pointed his sword at Yang Zhen and roared, “Yang Zhen, you little rat, where can you run to now!”

Boom!

An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and a burst of blue light suddenly erupted from Elder Hu’s body. He charged towards Yang Zhen like a streak of blue lightning, his long sword emitting a bright sword light as he dashed forward with the momentum of a rainbow.

“It’s over for Yang Zhen this time. Even without using the Thousand Tribulation Thunder Sword, Elder Hu is a powerful practitioner in the ninth layer of the Circulation Phase. With his imposing aura and the power of his Taoist details, it would be very simple for him to restrain Yang Zhen.”

“Yang Zhen has nowhere to run now. I wonder if he can still keep on being cheap this time.”

“Keep being cheap in this situation? If Yang Zhen can still handle it, I will never use my sword again from hereafter.”

“Damn it, brother, why would you make such a vicious oath?”

“What’s there to be afraid of? Yang Zhen is a dead man anyway. I won’t lie to you, I’ve bet that Yang Zhen is going to die today with three top-grade amethysts.”

“This… Oh, no, what is Yang Zhen trying to do?”

Hearing these words, the practitioner who had bet three top-grade amethysts on Yang Zhen dying today’s face changed dramatically, he looked up at the sky with a look of horror, and suddenly turned pale.

Yang Zhen suddenly took out the Great Missing Sword and, with a grin, said to the charging Elder Hu, “Sorry, but I, Sao Saint, suddenly don’t feel like running away anymore.”

As he spoke, Yang Zhen shouted at the sneaky cat still skulking around underfoot, “Damn it! Is that all you’re capable of? Stop rummaging through storage rings. I heard someone laying down bets just now. Hurry up and place a few; don’t buy too many or the odds will drop and that won’t be good.”

Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, everyone present opened their mouths in unison, their faces full of confusion.

What kind of ears does he have?

The sneaky cat was startled upon hearing this, let out a strange cackle, and plucked the last storage ring, scampering off into the crowd of onlookers, clearly in search of the practitioner handling the bets.

The practitioner who had bet three top-grade amethysts on Yang Zhen’s death turned pale and staggered, then suddenly exclaimed, “No good, Scholar Ma, I want to bet another five top-grade amethysts that Yang Zhen won’t die today!”

Elder Hu’s face turned iron blue, and, utterly enraged, he let out a furious roar. A fierce flame suddenly ignited around him, with blue flames shooting up to the sky. He seemed to explode in full rage, roaring as his voice shook everyone to the core, charging towards Yang Zhen.

“You insolent fool! If I don’t kill you today, I will have no face to return to Heavenly Pivot Holy Land.”

Seeing Elder Hu burning even his Spirit Soul, everyone was greatly surprised, and a look of shock flashed across their faces.

How did that bastard Yang Zhen drive Elder Hu to such a state?

Just as Elder Hu was about to go all out against Yang Zhen with a furious roar, a light hum came from the heavens, echoing abruptly throughout the valley, causing everyone’s faces to change immediately.

The Lord of the Yaochi Holy Land’s face showed a trace of solemnity. She looked up, narrowed her eyes to the sky, and said in a deep tone, “Ding Dian!”

Hum——!

The sky changed color, and amidst the turmoil of the winds and clouds, several figures descended from the heavens. As these people touched down, the entire world seemed to be enveloped by a terrifying aura.

Yang Zhen’s eyes narrowed as he looked up, his face also changing.

“Damn, the tough ones finally couldn’t hold back anymore, huh?”