Chapter 1072: Chapter 1098: Taking on Two Great Saints? (Part One) Chapter 1072: Chapter 1098: Taking on Two Great Saints? (Part One) He got beaten up, beaten up!

The Shaking Light Saint got beaten up, who could have imagined?

The Shaking Light Saint, who was originally capable of killing Yang Zhen with a single sword strike, was actually pinned down and rubbed against the ground by Yang Zhen?

Everyone was terrified, and Bai Xinsi was particularly pale as she watched Yang Zhen, who was emitting blood-light all over his body, and said in utter shock, “Truly a man-eating demon, Yang Zhen is terrifying when he erupts!”

The young female disciple’s face turned completely bloodless, forming a stark contrast with Yang Zhen. After hearing what Bai Xinsi said, she shuddered and said with horror, “He… he’s not going to eat the Shaking Light Saint, is he?”

Bai Xinsi paused, then quickly said, “What nonsense are you talking about, eating the Shaking Light Saint?”

After hearing this, the young female disciple and the crowd around her breathed a sigh of relief. So, Yang Zhen wasn’t really a cannibal?

The words of Bai Xinsi came hauntingly, “Even if Yang Zhen wanted to eat him, Elder Diao wouldn’t agree.”

For some reason, hearing Bai Xinsi’s words made everyone’s spine even colder, and cold sweat almost broke out, fearing that Yang Zhen would actually pounce on the Shaking Light Saint and bite him.

“Sto… Stop!”

Diao Wutian’s face showed an absurd expression, and it took him a while to react.

By the time this furious roar echoed through the heavens, the Shaking Light Saint’s body was already thoroughly battered.

The little devil inside Yang Zhen’s heart had completely broken the Shaking Light Saint apart.

Although a bit tired, it felt incredibly satisfying; so satisfying that Yang Zhen wanted to burst out laughing, but considering it seemed inappropriate at the moment and the environment didn’t allow it, he choked back the urge.

Seeing Diao Wutian rush over without any regard for his reputation, Yang Zhen was startled and hastily tossed the Saint back to him, returning the Shaking Light Saint over to Diao Wutian.

Why do they say one must keep a low profile? Now, after thrashing the Shaking Light Saint thoroughly, although it was satisfying, what was he to do next?

Seeing how Elder Diao looked, it was clear he was infuriated to the extreme.

What would be the consequences of angering such a great Saint?

Yang Zhen didn’t need to think to know that it was going to be a fight for his life once again.

“Shaking Light, Shaking Light, are you alright?”

Diao Wutian’s face flickered with a look of uncertainty. While he waved his hand to have a bunch of Saint Realm experts surround Yang Zhen, he took out a dozen medicine bottles from his chest and shoved all the pills inside the Shaking Light Saint’s mouth.

Perhaps too worried about the Shaking Light Saint’s safety, Diao Wutian didn’t even check what the pills were. Yang Zhen could clearly see that one was a Reviving Vital Essence Pill, and it was obvious what purpose it served even if one thought with their toes.

Sure enough, after the Shaking Light Saint gradually regained consciousness, he instantly curled up into a ball, holding his head and mumbling something incomprehensible.

Seeing clearly that it was Diao Wutian beside him, the Shaking Light Saint’s face turned red and he stared at Yang Zhen, screaming at the top of his lungs, “Kill him, kill him for me. No, don’t kill him; I want to kill him myself!”

The agonizing screams made everyone empathetically distressed. He had been beaten so harshly. Was the hatred so profound that he both wanted to kill and yet not?

The Shaking Light Saint was a powerful figure among the Saint Realm experts. Such a person couldn’t do much to Yang Zhen, yet was thrashed by Yang Zhen so badly that his face was battered. This made other Saint Realm experts from the Shaking Light Holy Land even less daring to act recklessly, only encircling him since keeping Yang Zhen from escaping was enough to complete their task.

He wasn’t someone’s little nephew; the Shaking Light Saint being beaten was a disgrace, but who would risk their life in a potentially lethal struggle against Yang Zhen?

A group of Saint Realm experts looked at each other, none willing to make the first move.

Diao Wutian snorted coldly, and after letting go of the Shaking Light Saint, he took steps toward Yang Zhen.

At that moment, a hunched old man stopped Diao Wutian and said coldly, “Elder Diao, with such a presumptuous young man, I alone will kill him; you go check on the injuries of Shaking Light, and try not to leave any sequelae.”

Upon hearing the hunched old man’s words, Diao Wutian’s expression turned cold, and he stared at Yang Zhen saying, “Elder Gui is thoughtful, I want this young man’s Spirit Soul!”

Elder Gui’s face revealed a sinister smile, nodded, and said, “The Spirit Soul? Easy, I will fetch it for you right away!”

Yang Zhen was recuperating, and recuperation was not optional– who knew how many battles there would be? None of these old fogeys was up to any good!

The continuous battles made it seem as if they had deep grievances, as though Yang Zhen was some unforgivably evil person, with whom it was unnecessary to discuss any martial virtues.

Yet Yang Zhen was not cowed. Glancing at Mei Wuhua, Hua Youyue, and Han Yan’er beside him, he took a deep breath, slung the Great Missing Sword over his shoulder, waved to Elder Gui, and said, “Elder Gui, right? I wonder what your famous skill is? Could it be the Turtle School Qi Gong?”

“What Turtle School Qi Gong?” Elder Gui snorted coldly and said, “Nonsense, boy, do you have any last words before you die?”

Yang Zhen shook his head, speaking earnestly, “No, let’s get this over with and save time.”

“What an arrogant lad, do you realize who you are facing?” Elder Gui clearly didn’t expect Yang Zhen to be so fearless even in the face of a real Saint.

However, Yang Zhen burst out laughing, pointing at another old man next to Diao Wutian, and said, “Hey old man, stop just watching; one Saint might get taken down by me, you guys should all attack together.”

The other old man, who had been feigning sleep with closed eyes, suddenly opened them upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, looking bewildered as he pointed to his own nose and asked, “Boy, are you talking to me?”

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “Yes, I’m in a hurry, you all should come at once.”

The old man burst out laughing, and suddenly, a tremendous surge of energy erupted from him as he stepped toward Yang Zhen.

For some reason, as the old man approached step by step, Yang Zhen suddenly had the illusion that the whole heaven and earth were pressing down on him along with the old man’s steps.

The feeling was somewhat terrifying; Yang Zhen’s Spirit Soul seemed to tremble as if facing a natural enemy, that sense of helplessness, Yang Zhen had not felt it for a long time.

The old man laughed as he walked and said with a playful look on his face, “I’ve been wanting to make a move for a while now but felt a bit embarrassed. After all, it’s not right to bully others using my age and power. But remember, you asked for this, and it has nothing to do with me–even if you intended to provoke me to refrain from attacking you.

Upon hearing the old man’s words, Yang Zhen’s heart sank.

Damn it, although Yang Zhen had no intention of provoking this old fogey, from these words and the way the old man spoke, Yang Zhen could tell that this old man was truly a tough nut to crack.

This old fogey seemed completely unrestricted by any rules, doing whatever he wanted, making him extremely difficult to deal with.

Done for, is the Sao Saint going to meet his end here today?

Yang Zhen looked up at the Nine Realms Exquisite Tower in the sky, still emitting its multicolored glow and resonating with the fierce thunder, took a deep breath, put away the Great Missing Sword, smiled at the two Saints, took another deep breath, and muttered to himself:
“Desolate Heavens Sacrifice!”

Boom!

Violent energy from heaven and earth flooded in from all over Qianyuan Ridge, and even the Qi of the heavenly punishment in the sky was considerably drawn by Yang Zhen.

Facing two Saints, this time Yang Zhen truly embraced a resolve to die.

This is obvious; even if Yang Zhen wanted to live, it would probably be impossible.

It was only a wonder if that damn cat had any means to resurrect the dead and flesh out bones, or perhaps, like little Nezha, use lotus roots to refine a Taoist Body for use?

One man against two Saints with bare fists!