Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 944 - 971 Is a Half-step Great Saint So

Chapter 944: Chapter 971: Is a Half-step Great Saint So Impressive? (Second Update)

Chapter 944: Chapter 971: Is a Half-step Great Saint So Impressive? (Second Update)

How dramatic is the scene of Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin?

Amidst the tumultuous upheaval of Black Water Pond, torrents of soaring aura burst into the sky, rolling and plunging. Faintly, the roar that shook the universe could be heard.

It wasn’t just the three Celestial Phase experts who changed their complexion, even the surname Lu Half-step Great Saint’s face underwent a drastic change, as he stared at Black Water Pond and said gravely, “Be careful!”

Scum Cat stared heavily at Black Water Pond, his face flickering with a look of shock and uncertainty, leaned over to Han Yan’er, and whispered, “This thing is no simple matter. My own essence senses a palpitation-inducing aura. Later, in the chaos, leave this place and return to the Shangyuan Sect first.”

“No, what will you do after I leave?” Han Yan’er shook her head, her breath growing fainter.

Scum Cat’s eyes widened as he exclaimed, “Yang Xiaozi tasked me with protecting you. The fact that you got injured is already hard to explain. If you die here, how am I to face Yang Xiaozi?”

Han Yan’er did not speak, but shook her head.

Scum Cat took a deep breath, about to speak, when Han Yan’er suddenly said, “If I go, you won’t have to face Yang Zhen.”

Upon hearing Han Yan’er’s words, Scum Cat burst into a loud laugh and declared, “Do these soft-shelled turtles think they can kill me? Do they believe I am made of mud?”

Roar——!

An earth-shattering howl sounded. The Nine Dragons emerged, and under the dreadful mist, nine dragon silhouettes appeared shadowy and elusive, striking terror into all.

“Dragon bones, this is impossible!”

The Half-step Great Saint’s face changed dramatically, muttering, “The Nine Dragons have come forth, they should have been accompanied by a coffin.”

Scum Cat also let out a strange cry, exclaiming, “Damn it, how did he come out?”

Boom, boom, boom!

The terrifying sound continued, incredibly, a colossal coffin rushed out of Black Water Pond, bringing waves that reached the skies while the surrounding space twisted. The Half-step Great Saint’s complexion changed drastically again, and he quickly retreated several steps, his face guarded as he watched the dreadful scene of Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.

Scum Cat leapt up, landed on Han Yan’er, and urged, “Quick, let’s go, we can’t provoke this thing!”

Han Yan’er’s complexion changed, and just as she was about to retreat, a lazy voice came through, “Getting beaten up and running away, Scum Cat, since when have you been such a coward?”

At these words, Scum Cat glared and retorted, “Who’s muttering over there about your lord Cat… Yang Zhen?”

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, standing atop the bronze coffin with the roar of water around him, his robe billowing amidst the raging aura, carrying the Great Missing Sword on his shoulder while sporting a mischievous grin, and he asked, “Who has provoked our lord Cat?”

Scum Cat laughed wickedly, cursing, “Damn it, so it’s you, kid. How did you end up on Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin? Come down quickly, do you realize how dreadful this thing is?”

“I, the Sao Saint, don’t know how dreadful it is, but I do know when our lord Cat gets bullied…”

Before Yang Zhen could finish his sentence, his complexion suddenly became pale, and he moved swiftly to Han Yan’er’s side, asking in a deep voice, “Are you injured?”

A strange expression flickered across Han Yan’er’s face as she turned away, whispering, “I’m fine!”

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Seeing Yang Zhen’s expression, Scum Cat approached hesitantly and said, “A moment of patience can calm the sea and wind’ is a phrase you always mentioned. Don’t be rash, for the opponent is a Half-step Great Saint.”

“So what about a Half-step Great Saint?” Yang Zhen burst out with a terrifying aura, and as his vital blood surged violently, the figure of Qiongqi Heavenly Void suddenly condensed behind him, vivid and lifelike, and roared towards the heavens.

“Is a Half-step Great Saint so remarkable?” Yang Zhen narrowed his eyes and fixed them dead on the surname Lu Half-step Great Saint, his voice sinking, “To dare bully the Sao Saint’s woman, even if you’re a Great Saint, you must die!”

The Half-step Great Saint’s gaze had never left Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, and upon hearing this, a playful look flashed across his face as he stared at Yang Zhen and said, “Your courage is commendable but it seems your head isn’t used much. Who would have thought that beneath the Great Nether Purgatory would be Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, from the predecessor? Kid, hand over the legacy you obtained from inside the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, and I can give you a dignified death.”

Yang Zhen grinned, glanced at the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin still ascending, and looking down at Scum Cat, he said, “‘A moment of patience can calm the sea and wind’ is indeed something I’ve said to you, but there’s another part to it, which I’ll also teach you today.”

“What’s that?” Scum Cat blinked, his face filled with curiosity.

“The more I step back, the angrier I get!”

Yang Zhen grinned and then said, “So, after getting bullied, just hit back and it’s settled. No need for all that messy concern!”

After speaking, Yang Zhen launched into the sky with a roar amidst the astonished gaze of the contemptible cat, carrying the Great Missing Sword as he rushed toward the Half-step Great Saint with the speed of lightning. Accompanied by a buzzing burst of sound, he reached the top of the Half-step Great Saint’s head in the blink of an eye and swung his sword down at his skull.

With such a strike, not to mention a Half-step Great Saint, even a warrior in the Saint Realm could have their head cracked open!

The Half-step Great Saint remained unfazed, laughing heartily while he casually parried with a sword.

“Too slow!”

Yang Zhen moved as fast as lightning, but, astonishingly, the Half-step Great Saint’s speed was exceptionally quick. The clashing of metal resounded as the longsword firmly blocked the Great Missing Sword.

The Celestial Phase powerhouse, who could swing his sword as fast as lightning and even slice off a single hair from the contemptible cat, watched with eyes shining and murmured to himself, “Nothing is indestructible; only speed is unbeatable. Indeed, my master does not deceive… What?”

Before the Celestial Phase powerhouse could finish speaking, he noticed the Half-step Great Saint’s face turn pale, while the smile on Yang Zhen’s face grew even brighter. At such a moment, he even had the leisure to wink at him and said, “Didn’t your master tell you about ‘overwhelming force’?”

Boom—!

A thunderous roar erupted as the Half-step Great Saint’s sword was violently pressed down by Yang Zhen, as if it were crushing dry weeds. If the Half-step Great Saint hadn’t reacted swiftly, it would have chopped directly onto his head.

Even so, the Half-step Great Saint was struck heavily on the shoulder by Yang Zhen, retreating with a face pale as iron, speaking in a deep voice, “What kind of monstrous strength is this?”

Yang Zhen’s face was also ashen. Staring at the Half-step Great Saint, he said, “Isn’t the Half-step Great Saint supposed to be extraordinary? The women of this Sao Saint are not even mistreated by me. What are you?”

Boom—!

Yang Zhen burst forth once again. As the Qiongqi Heavenly Void roared to the sky behind him, terrifying waves of blood energy surged, like a great ocean’s waves causing chills to everyone who heard it.

As Yang Zhen charged again toward the Half-step Great Saint, the contemptible cat, standing behind, watched, dumbstruck, and stammered, “This kid’s strength seems to have grown again. What kind of freakish strength is this?”

At this point, the contemptible cat turned to look at the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin that was about to rush out of the abyss, his eyes lighting up as he murmured to himself, “You, what kind of legacy have you given Yang Xiaozi? Even in death, you cannot rest in peace.”

Beside them, Han Yan’er’s face showed a complex expression, tinged with annoyance. Whether it was due to her severe injuries or some other reason, her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze towards Yang Zhen was complicated yet reproachful. Yet, when Yang Zhen was in danger, she couldn’t help but cry out with a face full of concern.

“You reckless boy, you’re courting death!”

The Celestial Phase powerhouse, whose sword was as swift as lightning, let out a cold shout, his longsword dancing as he charged at Yang Zhen.

“All your flashy martial skills are mere illusions under extreme speed. What good is having great strength? Had my master not underestimated you, how could you have succeeded?”

The Celestial Phase powerhouse moved as fast as thunder, leaving a trail of afterimages. His swordplay covered the sky, and in a blink, Yang Zhen was completely enveloped.

“Scram!”

Yang Zhen snorted coldly, casually striking with his sword at the Celestial Phase practitioner, who was then sent flying through the air, vomiting blood in mid-flight, his arms and legs flailing at odd angles, clearly broken.

“This… impossible. Isn’t speed the supreme rule?”

Yang Zhen glanced at the Celestial Phase practitioner and nodded, “You’re right, speed is indeed the supreme rule, but there’s a divine power in this world that you have yet to understand.”

“What divine power?” the Half-step Great Saint asked, his face showing curiosity.

Yang Zhen was far too strong, and it seemed like he could predict all of his moves, which was quite unsettling. Thus, even though he knew it wasn’t the right time to ask, he couldn’t hold back.

Hearing the Half-step Great Saint’s question, Yang Zhen swung his sword at him, and amidst the shock and rage on the Half-step Great Saint’s face, it struck him with a roar.

“This divine power is called… prediction!”