Chapter 431: Chapter 437: How is it, is the battle robe cool? (First update)

Yang Zhen is set to kick butt and take names!

Sleazy Cat came out and denied rumors confirming that, it’s not about Yang Zhen whipping Mighty Sky and sweeping through everyone. Yang Zhen simply looked down upon Mighty Sky, as soon as Day Perforates Sky emerges, Mighty Sky wouldn’t even be able to fly!

This news, like a bird with wings, radiated wildly in all directions from the teahouse at the foot of the Ink Pool Peak, quickly reaching every corner of the Northern Island.

Before long, Yang Zhen was hailed by everyone as the most audacious person in the Northern Island’s ten thousand year history, bar none.

Allegedly, after hearing this news, Liang Lie laughed heartily, smashing three cups, kicking two stools, flipping a table, and knocking over an incredibly hard-to-find healing potion. It was a priceless treasure, spilt across the ground. Liang Lie was so distressed he nearly lay down and licked it up with his tongue.

As a result, his injuries worsened, and his face was ashen for an entire day.

The Saint, Lin, wasn’t too angry, he just stared blankly for half a day. In the end, he heaved a sigh and slowly said: “This Yang Zhen, is indeed very audacious, even more than I, the Saint. However, his death is certain…”

Such a commotion, a great commotion indeed!

Saint Lin had publicly called for Yang Zhen’s death for the first time. This person, often referred to as Lunatic Lin, had clearly been provoked by Yang Zhen.

Increasing numbers of people began gathering on the Northern Island. With two days remaining until the Flying Apparatus Grand Competition, You Yan made another statement: “Support Yang Zhen! We must protect Yang Zhen, safeguarding his path, breaking the Great Sect’s tradition of winning first prize, helping Yang Zhen overcome all obstacles and become a hero!”

As soon as this was said, another huge sensation was caused. By now, the group named ‘Yang Zhen’s Guardian Team’ was almost the most populous group in the Flying Apparatus Grand Competition.

Suddenly, the situation was dynamic, everyone was waiting for Yang Zhen to appear, curious about what type of flying apparatus he would use to participate in this almost undoubtedly fatal competition.

On the Northern Island, at an extremely ordinary Sect, a woman in a flowing white dress stood atop an isolated mountain peak.

This woman was graceful, her skin as if made from jade. Her exquisite five features bore clear expressions, her flawless face looked as if it had been meticulously sculpted by a god’s hand. Each long eyelash seemed capable of speech.

Her delicate jade nose was crystal clear. Her small vermilion lips hinted at a stubbornness, delicately held together. The deep rouge colour matched the cinnabar perfectly.

This was a stunningly beautiful young woman, elegant as an ink painting, refined and sublime.

Saintess of the Ancient Spirit Race, Qian Ling!

Right now, the Saintess Qian Ling smiled faintly, as if she were thinking of something. The wind brushed against her face, and wherever her eyes landed, the burgeoning vitality brightened significantly.

“Saintess, the man you asked me to inquire about…he made a statement!”

Behind Saintess Qian Ling, a young female follower said respectfully.

“What did he say?” Saintess Qian Ling turned slowly, her mouth slightly open. Her voice was like the music of the heavens, flawless, and was the standout characteristic of Saintess Qian Ling.

The female follower hesitated for a moment, then said with a puzzled expression, “It seems Yang Zhen is a bit audacious and arrogant… He… he actually declared he would whip every single competitor. Keep in mind, this Flying Apparatus Grand Contest is unlike any previous ones. Many from the ancient and secret tribes…”

“Qian Yue!” Saintess Qian Ling shook her head, looked deeply at Qian Yue, and said, “At any time, don’t just judge the things in the world by their appearance. Before understanding the truth, any judgment will be wrong.”

The follower known as Qian Yue looked taken aback, then bowed her head and said, “Yes, Saintess!”

At this point, Qian Yue wanted to speak, but hesitated. Saintess Qian Ling smiled, as if she understood everything. “You wanted to ask, why am I so interested in Yang Zhen?”

Upon hearing this, Qian Yue nodded hurriedly.

After all, Yang Zhen was just a young man from the secular world who had a bit of luck and opportunity. How could he have attracted the attention of the Ancient Tribe’s Saintess? Even if he had exceptional talent, it wouldn’t be enough.

Saintess Qian Ling looked into the distance, and slowly started to speak, “The reason why I’m interested in him is, after hearing about him, I was reminded of a legend.”

“A legend?” Qian Yue, full of curiosity, asked, “What legend?”

“A person who in times of great tribulation, would defy the heavens!”

“Is it him?” Qian Yue let out a startled cry. Her face suddenly turned pale, and she quickly looked up, her face becoming even more unsightly.

Boom!

In mid-air, a violent and dark cloud suddenly gathered. Between the rolling claps of thunder, the dazzling lightning looked like a splendid dragon.

The celestial phenomena didn’t last long. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared, but the color had still not returned to Qian Yue’s face.

Saintess Qian Ling raised her head and looked up, murmuring to herself, “In this world, is he the only one who can stand tall and touch the sky?”

“Saintess!” Qian Yue murmured, “The more you speak, the more mistakes you make!”

The Thousand-Spirit Saintess smiled and leisurely walked away from the mountaintop, leaving behind an eerie voice, “I understand!”

The Great Flight Tournament, which attracted the attention of all, arrived quickly.

Countless people crowded in a continuous mountain range, encircling an incredibly large canyon. Everywhere was packed with practitioners of varying stages, from Nascent Soul Stage to Tribulation Crossing Stage. There were even a few whose auras were much stronger, sitting at the spot, unperturbed and composed.

The boundless grand canyon was the venue for the Great Flight Tournament. Besides the overwhelming numbers of Death Zy, almost every terrain of the abyss was encompassed inside.

Everyone was staring at the grand canyon with excitement blooming on their faces.

Every year, the Great Flight Tournament attracted much attention. Today especially, many Ancient tribes and Secret clans participated, bringing an air of exhilaration to nearly everyone attending.

At that moment, a hum sounded, followed by a piercing cry. An enormous bird appeared out of nowhere and took off into the air, in a burst of raging speed.

Boom—!

The colossal bird, about forty-five feet in height, exploded in full force, causing a sandstorm. It let out a ferocious roar, and particularly, the harsh light that shone from its eyes were terrifying. Its sharp wings shimmered brilliantly, and the sight of its claws was enough to send chills down one’s spine.

“It’s Weizhentian!”

In the crowd, someone shouted, causing a wave of commotion.

Everyone was shocked as the terrifying aura in mid-air overwhelmed them, and they gazed in horror at Weizhentian.

“True to its name, Weizhentian, this aura, there’s hardly anyone who dares to get close to it!”

“With Weizhentian there, who would dare to take flight!”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, although other vehicles are not as powerful, many forces must have secretly prepared measures against Weizhentian.”

“So what? A flight object like Weizhentian transcends the refining stage, would it fear being targeted?”

As the crowd speculated, quite a few flying objects ascended. Although the Lightning Shuttle and Ink Wind were standard, they were still eye-catching, hovering in mid-air, silently observing the terrifying Weizhentian.

Boom—!

Another earth-shattering sound echoed as a small Fei Tianhu took flight. It was only about nine feet in size, but it exuded an extremely violent sinister aura.

“What… What is that?”

“The aura, the aura of this object… My god, could it all be Death Kudzu?”

“That’s impossible. Where could you find so much Death Kudzu? If it’s all Death Kudzu, its worth would be incalculable.”

“Whose flying object is this?”

“It’s Lin, the Saint of the Ke Clan!”

“No wonder, no wonder it’s all Death Kudzu aura. It turns out to be the Ke Clan, who are known for their deep comprehension in the Dao of Refining. Lin, their Saint, is even personally participating in the tournament?”

“Has this brother not heard? Lin has stated, ‘Yang Zhen must die!”‘

“Right, where’s Yang Zhen?”

Everyone started looking for Yang Zhen. Though numerous flying objects had already made their appearance, there was still no sign of Yang Zhen.

“Could it be that he’s scared? Did he not dare to come?”

Just at this moment, a thrill-inducing music sounded. Everyone instantly turned towards the direction of the music.

Yang Zhen, along with Queer Cat and Sao Chicken, came side by side. Dressed in suits and trendy sunglasses, they strode with an insufferable swagger. Neck crooked and arms swinging, they left everyone’s eyes twitching.

“How’s that? Doesn’t the war robe designed by yours truly, Sao Saint, look cool?”

“Cool, it’s out of this world! His Majesty approves!”