Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 691: Chapter 697 Actually! You are all wrong! (Fourth update)

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, everyone from the Ancient tribe present was taken aback.

As Yang Zhen pointed out, since the emergence of the Ancient tribe, these beings carried an air of superiority. They indeed did not regard anyone else in the world worthy of their attention. Moreover, the truth was, the Ancient tribe’s cultivation method was far more potent than the practices of other current practitioners. Their martial skills would often shake the heavens and earth. Without a massive eruption of Heaven and Earth Qi, these cultivation methods and martial skills would simply be impossible to cultivate.

As such, you could imagine how strong the Ancient tribesmen’s sense of superiority was.

Nevertheless, Yang Zhen’s words landed like a slap on the face of every Ancient tribesman present. The five tribespeople had green faces and stared at Yang Zhen with icy eyes.

Those Rogue Practitioners who had entered with the five tribes and practitioners who were native to the Northern Island burst into an earth-shattering cheer.

“Damn it! Well done, I’ve had enough of these five tribespeople. Yang Zhen knows exactly how I feel. If anyone tries to kill Yang Zhen and Northern Island today, I’d be the first to object.”

“Count me in too. Even though I’m only a practitioner at the Mahayana Phase with the Ninth Heavenly Layer, before I die, I can take one or two of the five tribes with me. Perhaps if I perform exceptionally, I might even get a bonus.”

“Haha, this friend of ours sure has a sense of humor. It makes my blood boil. Count me in. How dare the five tribes and the Ancient tribe? Today, we’ll experience the so-called superior heritage.”

A crowd filled with righteous anger cried out in unison. Thousands of practitioners yelled as loud as the waves, creating a thunderous roar that pierced the heavens with an indomitable spirit.

All the tribespeople present were alarmed, gawking at the Rogue Practitioners and their own people dumbfounded.

You can be arrogant and contemptuous of others, but once they united, how many of the Ancient Tribe would dare to offend them?

Jian Long stared at Yang Zhen with a gloomy expression: “Yang Zhen, are you really so infatuated…?”

“Enough!” Yang Zhen grinned, took a deep breath, and said loudly: “Does this Sao Saint need to ask you for permission to kill?”

As his words ended, a chilling breath rushed past Yang Zhen, making everyone’s hair stand on end. He leaped into the air, and his Great Missing Sword began to hum.

Boom!

A chilling aura shot into the sky, and the air around the Great Missing Sword in Yang Zhen’s hand changed color, causing a look of despair to rise in the hearts of the onlookers.

The five tribespeople stared at Yang Zhen with pale faces, looking terrified out of their wits.

“Impossible, this is impossible!”

Jian Long’s face turned pale. He looked frantic as he roared, “How can you possibly master this martial skill? This is impossible! Who the hell are you?”

Endless murderous intent rose to the heavens, seemingly tangible. The entire heavens and earth seemed to come to a standstill under Yang Zhen’s sword.

Whether it was the five tribespeople or simply the locals like Hua Youyue, they were all taken aback by Yang Zhen’s overwhelming move.

“Who is this person after all, how can he have such power? Impossible, this must be fake.”

“Don’t kill me, I don’t want to die.”

Roar!

Jian Long roared, glaring at the sky and yelling: “You unrighteous heavens, tolerating Yang Zhen’s murderous intent! Now he controls such rebellious power, yet you still ignore him. You’re unfair, you’re not just…”

Boom!

A huge, deafening noise resounded. Terrible thunder descended from the sky, striking Jian Long. He screamed, smoke rising from his head.

A crowd of people stared wide-eyed as Jian Long insulted the heavens. Upon seeing the thunder descending, their faces contorted in confusion. Some muttered with gaping mouths: “Thank God, the divine punishment is still in effect.”

What would the world become if divine punishment ceased to exist?

No one had thought about that question before, and now there was no time for them to ponder either, because Yang Zhen’s Great Missing Sword was coming down from his hand.

Omm!

The heavens and earth changed colors, and a horrid breath that would make one shudder exploded out abruptly!

The sword was tangible, the Qi wave was silent, a sword radiance blazing with black flames, descended upon the gathering of the five tribes, and in an instant, more than half of the people vanished right on the spot.

Jian Long was fortunate to survive, although he lost his two legs. Gritting his teeth, he stared at Yang Zhen, roaring out, “Yang Zhen, you dare to kill my people of the five tribes, they will make sure you’ll beg to die.”

Boom!

A brutal sword strike fell on Jian Long, his body instantly scattered into pieces. His Spirit Soul did not even get the chance to escape; he died on the spot.

The few remaining lucky survivors of the five tribes hurriedly scattered, vanishing into the chaos within a blink of an eye, giving no chance to chase.

Everyone looked with dreadful expressions at Yang Zhen, descending from the sky. Where the crowd from the five tribes once stood, was a sight of countless severed limbs, and rivers of blood.

Even some of the rogue practitioners turned pale, terrified that Yang Zhen, in his bloodlust, would not spare them.

It was too scary, Yang Zhen’s sword just now, it was too frightful!

The entire world seemed to stagnate, there was just no way to resist, nobody present wanted to experience such despair for a second time.

My path obeys my will, regardless of the heavens.

The words of Yang Zhen involuntarily flashed in the minds of everyone, especially Han Yan’er. Her gaze towards Yang Zhen was filled with endless surprise!

Once Yang Zhen reached the ground, he had a bright boyish smile on his face, completely unassociated with the god of death he had been mere moments ago.

Everyone’s gazes followed Yang Zhen. He looked as if he hadn’t noticed, walked towards Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er, and said, “I’m back, those guys deserved to die!”

Hua Youyue stared at Yang Zhen with questioning eyes, after a pause, she said, “Your aura…”

Yang Zhen waved his hand as if to dismiss her concern, answering, “No worries, this is an effect of reaching enlightenment. From today on, this Sao Saint also has his own way.”

Han Yan’er was stunned, she whispered watching Yang Zhen, “Your path, I don’t understand.”

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, gave a pat on Han Yan’er’s shoulder, and said, “There’s plenty of time ahead, no need to rush. Did anybody else bully you guys? Let this Sao Saint help you guys out. I want to see who dares to bully my women. Damn, they are out of their minds!”

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped. They were all pondering whether they had offended the Wings of Northern Island.

Han Yan’er glared Yang Zhen and said, “Who.. who is your woman?”

Yang Zhen seemed stunned; he suddenly exclaimed, “Oh dear, almost forgot. You two still are not ‘my women’. One of these days, when I’ve got time, I’ll sort this out.”

Zing!

Sun Shadow was unsheathed.

Just as Yang Zhen was about to speak, a solemn-faced cat approached him and started studying him closely, then it asked, “Boy, what the hell happened to you this year? Why this horrifying killing intent? Moreover, how were you able to wield such power against the heavens?”

Seeing the cat taking things very seriously, Yang Zhen laughed and said, “We can talk about that later. So, what the hell is this Tri-Floral Temple? Why am I feeling such an evil and gloomy Qi?”

The mistrustful cat gave Yang Zhen a long, doubtful look, took a deep breath, and said, “Kid, although this boss doesn’t know what you’ve been up to this past year, you should still stay away from this killing business.”

Yang Zhen smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, and said to the cat, “Actually, you all got it wrong.”