Chapter 1047: Chapter 1074: A Man Who Fights Desperately Is the Most Handsome! (One more) Chapter 1047: Chapter 1074: A Man Who Fights Desperately Is the Most Handsome! (One more) A man fighting desperately is undoubtedly the most handsome.

Seeing Yang Zhen facing the Purple Sky Immortal Palace alone with a sword for Hua Youyue, that scene shocked everyone.

Especially among the many women present, those without partners had stars in their eyes, and those with partners cast resentful looks, making some male practitioners instantly lose face.

“You know nothing, Yang Zhen’s actions are akin to those of a reckless man, knowing full well that he’s bound to die, yet he still goes to court death. Isn’t this his own doing?”

“Right…right, Yang Zhen is doomed this time; he might not even be able to save the Saintess Hua.”

“All you can do is talk now; at this moment, Yang Zhen is a real man!”

Without realizing it, Yang Zhen had become the man of many women’s eyes there.

“Nonsense!”

A group of men were filled with envy, hate, and anger, wishing they could rush up, pull Yang Zhen down, and beat him up.

At that moment, Yang Zhen suddenly turned around, bared a smile to the people on the ruins of Wuting Mountain and asked, “Do I look handsome?”

Wow!

The vast majority of women present were thrilled.

Hmph!

Countless men snorted coldly, wishing that a bolt of lightning would fall from the Purple Sky Heavenly Palace and strike Yang Zhen dead there and then.

Handsome my ass, when the Purple Sky Immortal Palace erupts, he won’t look so handsome anymore.

Perhaps the heavens had heard the sincere prayers of countless men; the Purple Sky Immortal Palace suddenly shone brightly, and numerous purple thunders surged violently towards Yang Zhen.

The Purple Sky Heavenly Palace was in the midst of a vortex of thunder, with countless purple lightning bolts falling furiously, pouring directly onto Yang Zhen.

The second before, Yang Zhen had been posing, but the next moment he was struck until he was crisped on the outside and tender on the inside, with snot and tears almost flowing out.

Boom, boom, boom, earth-shaking thunderous roars erupted around Yang Zhen. Lightning bolts struck him, and even though his Dragon Elephant Prison Shaking Body had reached a great level of cultivation, he was still blown back step by step.

Witnessing this scenario, Yuan Tianyu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, “The situation is set, that kid Yang Zhen is done for. Even if you and I were to go up there, we would probably suffer severe injuries. The punishment of Heaven and Earth is the purest power, not something that can be countered by resorting to clever tricks.”

Elder Wang’s expression was also very grave, and upon hearing these words, he nodded and said, “Worthy of the Purple Sky Immortal Palace, its power is indeed immense.”

“No matter how many tricks Yang Zhen has, it’s nothing but a farce after all. The Reincarnation Clock will ultimately end up in our hands; the only question is whether it will be more difficult to refine after the Purple Sky Immortal Palace’s outburst.”

Elder Wang laughed and said, “Throughout history, with a Heaven and Earth Treasure like the Reincarnation Clock, when has it ever been easily refined?”

Yuan Tianyu chuckled and nodded in agreement: “Yes, whenever the Reincarnation Clock appears, it’s bound to devastate thousands of miles. This Yang Zhen is just the first one.”

Saying this, Yuan Tianyu once again turned his gaze towards Yang Zhen.

This was just the first bolt of thunder that struck Yang Zhen down from midair. If the Purple Sky Immortal Palace were to fully erupt, what kind of terrifying power would it unleash?

As everyone watched Yang Zhen emit blue smoke while falling from midair, before their exclamations could escape, they saw a figure rushing up again, barely blocking above Hua Youyue’s head.

The exclamation turned into a gasp. Seeing how gravely injured Yang Zhen was after the first Purple Sky Thunder strike, and yet his speed was not affected at all as he quickly reached in front of Hua Youyue, everyone felt an urge to laugh.

“He’s indeed dead-set, but what can he achieve by rushing up again? When a Purple Sky Thunderbolt falls, he will still be struck down.”

“How many times can Yang Zhen endure? If in the end, he still can’t hold on, won’t that become a joke?”

“How many times? If he can withstand a second time, I will respect him as a real man.”

Many people were discussing animatedly, looking at Yang Zhen with mockery, pity, disdain, and more of them couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Yang Zhen’s sorry state.

However, the majority of women present couldn’t laugh; they were staring intently at the wounds on Yang Zhen’s body, wondering what was on their minds.

Yang Zhen was indeed hurt. The Purple Sky Heavenly Punishment was the most powerful heavenly punishment he had ever encountered up to this point. Such a level of Heaven and Earth Power was indeed beyond his ability to contend with.

Even if Yang Zhen could withstand the bombardment of the heavenly punishment, his body couldn’t take it.

The moment the first strike of the Purple Sky Heavenly Punishment thunderbolt landed on him, Yang Zhen was able to feel that his body’s healing abilities were seemingly restricted by some mysterious force, unable to quickly recover to optimal condition.

The Dragon Elephant Prison Shaking Body was also unable to endure the terrifying impact of the Purple Sky thunder, and even the Spirit Soul was affected to an extent.

The might of heaven and earth, how could it be taken lightly by frail humans?

Yang Zhen felt the tumultuous energy within his body, took a deep breath, his gaze firmly locked onto the Purple Sky Immortal Palace, glanced back at Hua Youyue, and was just about to speak when a thunderous boom shook the earth, making Yang Zhen’s scalp go numb, and a ringing sound filled his ears, drowning out all other noises.

When he fell from the sky again, his view was a sheet of red, the scornful laughter, discussions, and the shouts of Han Yan’er as she was firmly held by an unworthy cat passed by Yang Zhen like a silent film.

Boom–!

Yang Zhen’s body smashed into the mountain side, devoid of any sensation, except for an overwhelming pain eroding every part of his body.

Feeling the weakness emanating from his body, Yang Zhen struggled to rise, too urgent to think, he leapt up, rushing once again towards the increasingly wild Purple Sky Immortal Palace in mid-air.

Creating chaos in the Heavenly Palace was just a joke, after all, how could it be so easy to disrupt the Heavenly Palace?

Yang Zhen glanced at the still and serene Hua Youyue, a wry smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, Yuan Tianyu’s face transformed from mockery to surprise, Elder Wang’s face was full of disbelief, and even the surrounding discussions disappeared.

At that moment, Yang Zhen suddenly entered a mysterious state of feeling.

The world was silent, yet filled with divine music everywhere.

The vault of heaven buzzed, but Yang Zhen saw nothing.

Looking down, there was not an inch of his body not oozing blood, the dark golden blood dripped down, carried away by the fierce winds to who knows where.

Looking up, the newly forming Purple Sky Heavenly Punishment seemed even more violent than before, and this time, even Yang Zhen didn’t know whether he could hold on.

What exactly had Hua Youyue gone through in the past to cause the Sanhua reincarnation?

What on earth was this Purple Sky Immortal Palace?

Boom boom boom–!

The savage thunderbolts fell upon Yang Zhen, his flesh seemed to be torn apart, waves of intense pain overwhelmed him, his vision blurred with blood, he couldn’t see anything clearly anymore.

Yang Zhen had no idea how deeply he had crashed into the ground, nor did he know how he had managed to get back up, or whether he had managed to position himself in front of Hua Youyue.

Desperately opening his eyes to look down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, he wasn’t too far from Hua Youyue, with a slight movement, he could shield her.

Yang Zhen grinned, looking up at the Purple Sky Immortal Palace, wanting to burst into loud laughter, but when he opened his mouth, blood sprayed out instead.

It was the first time Yang Zhen had suffered such severe injuries that he couldn’t even cough.

The countless voices of discussion around him fell silent, the stares of the men turned dull, faces filled with disbelief as they looked up at Yang Zhen in mid-air.

In this situation where death seemed certain, every time Yang Zhen fell, he had a chance to escape, but he didn’t!

Han Yan’er sat on the ground, crying out loud, terrifying starlight twined around her, resonating distantly with the scattered stars in the heavens.

Tears filled the eyes of countless women, gazing dazedly at Yang Zhen who repeatedly soared into the sky, at this moment, where was Yang Zhen the least bit frivolous?

Both the Blue Bird Saintess and the Dark Lotus Saintess had looks of shock in their eyes, unable to stop their tears from flowing.

“How much longer will this bastard hold on?”

The Blue Bird Saintess muttered to herself, the Dark Lotus Saintess beside her shuddered, and said, “Perhaps, until he can no longer rise again, or perhaps, until he dies directly under the Purple Sky Immortal Palace, I… I’m somewhat envious of the Holy Lady Hua.”

“And am I not?” The Blue Bird Saintess’s eyes grew complicated.

For a woman to make a man so reckless with his life, even if he died, what was there to regret?