Chapter 1071: Chapter 1097: You Look So Embarrassed When You Get Beaten! (Five Updates) Chapter 1071: Chapter 1097: You Look So Embarrassed When You Get Beaten! (Five Updates) “You… you dare insult me?”

Shaking Light Saint’s face flickered with disbelief, staring at Yang Zhen in shock, clearly having never expected that Yang Zhen would dare to curse him outright.

Diao Wutian was so furious that his beard bristled, his formerly serene and Taoist-like demeanor now resembling that of a wild bull that has spotted a red cloth.

However, Yang Zhen paid no heed to Diao Wutian and Shaking Light Saint. Instead, he turned to Mei Wuhua, cupped his fists, and said, “Senior Mei, the young lady cannot endure frights. I entrust her safety to you.”

Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, an odd look flashed across Mei Wuhua’s face. He gave Yang Zhen a deep look, nodded with a smile, and said, “Kid, I’m starting to like you a bit. I hope you survive.”

Survive? What a joke. Even if Yang Zhen somehow managed to strike down Shaking Light Saint with a single sword, his chances of survival were slimmer than slim.

Then again, Shaking Light Saint was one of the most outstanding talents of the Central Court, his natural gift even surpassing that of Pure Spring Saintess from Third Mountain Sacred Land.

Could such a prodigy, a Saint Realm powerhouse, really be slain by Yang Zhen, a junior at the Celestial Phase’s Ninth Heavenly Layer?

Under the present circumstances, there was simply no need for the likes of Diao Wutian to intervene. Shaking Light Saint alone could have easily killed Yang Zhen several times over.

The treacherous cat also leaped onto Han Yan’er’s shoulder and shouted casually, “Kid, while you’re chopping people, why don’t you also refine the Nine Realms Exquisite Tower? Hua Girl is right, that Nine Realms Exquisite Tower seems rather useful to you.”

“I’ll give it a try!”

Yang Zhen cracked a grin, and under the bewildered gaze of thousands of spectators, he pointed his sword at Shaking Light Saint and said with a laugh, “Haven’t you all been hoping that this Sao Saint would come and wreak havoc at the Treasure Appraisal Conference? Now, as you desire, let the battle commence. Are you coming at me one by one, or all at once?”

Seeing Yang Zhen’s almost arrogant stance, everyone thought he had gone mad.

Just Shaking Light Saint alone could probably kill Yang Zhen numerous times, and yet Yang Zhen still had the delusion of challenging the likes of Diao Wutian?

“It’s over, Yang Zhen has completely lost his mind!”

If Yang Zhen were able to survive under these circumstances, then the heavens themselves might not stand for it.

Diao Wutian furrowed his brow, gave Yang Zhen a deep look, clearly puzzled by where Yang Zhen’s confidence stemmed from.

With so many practitioners present, it wouldn’t be appropriate for Diao Wutian, a great Saint, to slap Yang Zhen to death. Hearing the words, he snorted coldly and said to Shaking Light Saint, “After all, he was once close to the Saintess Hua. Leave his spirit soul to perish on its own.”

Shaking Light Saint nodded, smiled at Yang Zhen, and said, “If you can last under my hand…”

“If you want to fight, then fight. What’s with all the nonsense?” Yang Zhen sneered. In a burst of motion, the Great Missing Sword suddenly erupted with a surge of earth-shaking dark light. The Evil Shadow Black Glutton roared skyward, and a torrent of wildly rampant power rained down upon Shaking Light Saint.

Shaking Light Saint, accustomed to sparring with others, hadn’t expected Yang Zhen to actually act on his words so abruptly. By the time he reacted, a sea of dark flames had already reached the top of his head.

“Hmph!”

Amid the shocked cries of the crowd, Shaking Light Saint snorted coldly. With his hands joined together, a voice that seemed like a chant from heaven and earth emanated.

Boom—-!

In a collision of terrifying forces, endless waves of energy surged in all directions. Yang Zhen was sent tumbling backwards by the violent gale, his eyes nearly popping out.

“Damn it, is this bastard really that tough?”

He had planned a surprise attack, hoping to take down Shaking Light Saint with one sword strike, but who would have thought that Shaking Light Saint would react so quickly? And with just a simple gesture of joining hands, he repelled Yang Zhen.

When Yang Zhen steadied himself, his face changed completely.

Behind Shaking Light Saint a brilliant halo shone brightly, like a great Buddha, emanating a holy and inviolable presence that made one feel an urge to bow in worship.

What was this strange and enigmatic cultivation method, this martial skill?

A smile appeared on Shaking Light Saint’s face as he shook his head at Yang Zhen and said, “Yang Zhen, I have heard countless legends about you. But to me, they all seem greatly exaggerated.”

Yang Zhen grinned and leapt up, his body igniting with a roaring golden radiance. His eyes focused, he hoisted the Great Missing Sword back onto his shoulder and, step by step, crossed the empty space towards Shaking Light Saint.

“Didn’t your venerable mentor Diao teach you that even when capturing a rabbit, one should use all their might?” Yang Zhen laughed heartily. As he leaped into the air, he bellowed a thunderous roar that pierced the heavens!

“Array!”

Rumbling!

A terrifying sonic boom swept in all directions, even more fearsome than the prior clash of power between the two. It shook numerous Saint Realm powerhouses.

Almost all the Saint Realm powerhouses in the sky gazed at Yang Zhen in disbelief, clearly startled by the terrifying power he had unleashed.

Diao Wutian frowned, his eyes full of skepticism.

At Hua Youyue’s side, Mei Wuhua softly exclaimed with surprise, “Nine Divine Characters, who would’ve thought this young fellow Yang Zhen would possess such a Heaven and Earth Treasure?”

Hua Youyue’s tranquil smile gradually faded as she asked in a soft voice, “Elder Mei, who has the better odds of winning between Yang Zhen and the Shaking Light Saint?”

Mei Wuhua shook his head with a wry smile and said, “If this is all Yang Zhen has to offer, then he is no match for the Shaking Light Saint at all. The Shaking Light Saint wouldn’t have such a reputation if it was merely the making of the Shaking Light Holy Land’s praise.”

Just as Hua Youyue nodded, her expression suddenly changed.

In the hands of the Shaking Light Saint, a chilling longsword appeared out of nowhere. With a casual sweep of his hand, sword lights formed an array in front of him.

At the same time, behind the Shaking Light Saint, the halo of a Heavenly Buddha intensely shone, with dazzling golden rays and countless Taoist Feeling longswords emerging, like a heavenly wheel, emitting waves of terrifying aura.

Yang Zhen squinted his eyes as he looked on, gripping the Great Missing Sword tightly in his hands with anger, and with a bellow, a towering giant sword formed from the sudden convergence of mysterious golden light exploded towards the Shaking Light Saint.

“Mu!”

A muffled sound came forth, and above the Ninth Heavenly Layer, suddenly there was a blaze of heavenly light.

Endless sword lights, as if descending from the highest skies, transformed into innumerable beams, rushing towards Yang Zhen’s giant sword.

Boom, boom, boom!

The world trembled, and as endless waves of energy rolled through, everyone involuntarily closed their eyes.

When the crowd opened their eyes again, Yang Zhen’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

“On the ground!”

Suddenly, someone exclaimed in shock, their face filled with astonishment.

Yang Zhen climbed up from the ground, his smile becoming even more brilliant.

However, this smile could not hide the frailty in Yang Zhen, nor the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Zhen was injured!

“Good, this is what fighting is about!”

Yang Zhen roared, and like a cannonball, charged once again towards the Shaking Light Saint.

“Damn, this Sao Saint said he would keep things low-key this time, yet here we are, going all out again!”

“Is the Shaking Light Holy Land so impressive? Is the Shaking Light Saint so impressive? Is the Saint so impressive?”

As Yang Zhen’s words landed, a boundless tide of blood suddenly burst forth from him, and amidst the darkening sky, a streak of blood light tore through space itself, rushing towards the Shaking Light Saint.

“Dim light!” the Shaking Light Saint pointed, and countless sword lights covered the sky.

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, his clothing completely shredded amidst his roars:
“The Ninth Dragon Elephant, unleash!”

Boom–!

Two figures fell from midair; Yang Zhen executed a carp flip and charged once more towards the Shaking Light Saint, who was scrambling to get up.

“What… what monstrous strength?” Diao Wutian’s face turned green.

“You look pretty cool mocking me, but soon you’ll look quite pathetic taking a beating!”

Are Taoist Feeling Sculpted sword lights so amazing?

It’s as if this Sao Saint has no Dao in him!

“You…!”

Bang–!

“Stop…!”

Boom–!

“Mix…!”

Clang–!

“Aow…!”