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Chapter 646: Chapter 653 The Man Who Enraged Cut 360 Heavenly Tribulations! (Third update)n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The terrifying shockwave caused the surrounding ground to shake. Seeing the snow fox rushing out and disappearing between heaven and earth in a blink, Han Yan’er quickly exclaimed and followed.

Hua Youyue looked thoughtful, glanced deep into the mountains, and said, “This level of fluctuation seems like some kind of prohibition has been disturbed.”

Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow’s faces changed, they hurriedly said, “Quick, boy, let’s hurry over and see. The snow fox’s reaction is too strange, perhaps there really are remnants of other Demonic Race.”

Yang Zhen didn’t want to go originally, but when it came to the matter of the Demonic Race, his curiosity took over. Besides, Han Yan’er didn’t have much True Essence in her body at the moment, and should she run into danger, it wouldn’t have been good, so he quickly also called out and followed.

The despicable cat chuckled with a peculiar laugh, his eyes rolling around, and followed with interest.

Hua Youyue, being the last, took a profound look at the despicable cat, then leapt and chased Yang Zhen and the others.

The closer they got to the depths of the mountain, the more intense the terrifying shockwave became. Han Yan’er had just recovered some True Essence and didn’t dare to use it casually. But the snow fox was too fast, and she almost lost sight of it.

Yang Zhen rushed into the air, a somersault cloud emerged between the fluctuations of True Essence under his feet, and he said, “I’ll take you,” as he pulled Han Yan’er onto the cloud amidst her exclamation.

“Who asked you to?!” Han Yan’er glared at Yang Zhen, but she didn’t leave. Clearly, her feet were more obedient than her mouth.

The despicable cat chuckled and jumped up saying, “Boy, it seems like things are going to get exciting. If there are indeed remnants of other Demonic Race in the world, what do you plan to do?”

Yang Zhen scoffed and said, “As I’ve always said, the Sao Saint doesn’t give a damn, these Demonic Race have their own fate. Other than the heavens, who can interfere?”

The despicable cat clicked his tongue in wonder and said, “I didn’t expect you to invoke the heavens now.”

“Who in this world doesn’t invoke the heavens?” Yang Zhen glared, looking contemptuous at the despicable cat’s statement.

“There is!”

Han Yan’er interjected emphatically.

“Huh?” Yang Zhen looked at her, startled.

Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow both laughed heartily, “There really was someone in this world who didn’t care about the heavens.”

Yang Zhen was intrigued and looked back at Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow, “Who is it?”

Who could be so bold as to disregard the heavens? Yang Zhen did not care for the heavens himself, but there was a difference between his indifference and others knowing of it.

Nobody dared to speak of such things casually. In a world of immortals, even a mere oath could come true. The rules of the heavens and earth were everywhere, filled with constants and variables, which left Yang Zhen perplexed. Even a simple choice required avoiding fate with two little notes.

Under these circumstances, anyone who dared disregard the heavens was probably struck by lightning.

Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow seemed hesitant to mention that person’s name. They looked up at the sky and only spoke after ensuring the heavens were not angry, “That man appeared as suddenly as the Epiphyllum Flower, leaving indelible marks in the world. With a single blade, he defied the heavens, chopping at them countless times. In his era, no one could match him. Even today, people haven’t forgotten him!”

Yang Zhen was stunned, he felt like he had heard something about this, but he had no memory of such a person. It seemed a bit strange, “Damn, is there really someone even bolder than Sao Saint?”

Hua Youyue nodded, “Indeed, there was this man, with one person and one sword, he cut through three hundred and sixty heavenly calamities.”

Boom!

Suddenly, the sky filled with raging winds and clouds, a surge of thunderbolts manifested the might of the heavens, startling Yang Zhen. He gaped at the blood moon shrouded in clouds, the rolling thunder, interplaying dark clouds, his face full of bewilderment.

“Damn, can’t even mention the three hundred and sixty?”

Rumble, rumble!

Terrifying thunder rolled in the oppressive dark clouds, once again casting an eerie blood-red edge that sent chills down the spine.

“Young Master Yang, don’t speak lightly.” Gong Sanhe quickly warned.

“Relax, I was just testing. Three hundred and sixty?”

Rumble, rumble!

“Three hundred and sixty?”

Rumble, rumble!

The crowd: “…”

A look of excitement spread across Yang Zhen’s face as he turned to Hua Youyue in confusion: “Can’t really say it?”

Hua Youyue nodded, saying,”The heavenly punishments are dreadful; who dares to rashly debate the will of the heavens under its rules?”

The base cat scoffed and said, “Kid, you still have a long way to go. Compared to that guy, what you’re doing now is insignificant.”

Yang Zhen smacked his lips, said, “He is him, and I, the Sao Saint, am me. He may be overwhelmingly powerful in angrily cutting down three hundred and sixty Heavenly Tribulations, but what about the end? Was there a three hundred and sixty-first one?”

The crowd paused. Gong Sanhe forced a smile and said, “Of course, there is.”

“You see?” Yang Zhen shrugged. “That’s what I, Sao Saint, suspected. These people didn’t end well. They cut down so many, only to be killed by the last one, right?”

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow simultaneously shook their heads, saying, “We don’t know if they are dead. They just disappeared without a trace after that. Despite the world’s rigorous search in the world of cultivation, no one could find them again. Even under the heavenly rules, even mentioning their name was prohibited, or else…”

“Or else what?” Yang Zhen asked curiously.

“Or else, the next time you cross the tribulation, you will face the heavenly punishment!” Death Shadow said ominously.

“Damn, such arrogance?” Yang Zhen was stunned, realizing that it was a bit harsh. Could it be that the heavens indeed perceived conscious existence, and they have been changing the world and all its beings with an enormous will, especially the living creatures?

Rumble, rumble!

The thunderclouds in the mid-air disappeared, leaving only shock waves. A massive entity emerged slowly from the ethereal fog, with the two characters ‘Ancient Spirit’ glittering majestically, creating an atmosphere of antiquity in the moonlight.

“The Ancient Spirit Race!”

Gong Sanhe and Death Shadow exchanged glances. Gong Sanhe took a deep breath, then said, “I never expected the Ancient Spirit Clan to get involved.”

Death Shadow laughed eerily and said, “The Ancient Spirit Clan has always disliked such things. I had not expected them to participate this time too. Clearly, the perennial Astrology Master of the Ancient Spirit Clan has calculated something again.”

Gong Sanhe gave a wry smile, “It’s always been like this. The Ancient Spirit Clan only shows up when there are changes in heaven and earth. I must say, the Ancient Spirit Clan’s accomplishment in the Heaven and Earth Lodging Skill is deepening.”

“I just don’t know if that bastard Qianhe has come or not. Just perfect, I have some personal scores to settle with him. I hope that old man hasn’t disappointed me. However, according to my knowledge, the old Qianhe hasn’t made any progress these years.”

Gong Sanhe glanced at Death Shadow, saying, “You’re overthinking it. The Ancient Spirit Clan hasn’t progressed much these years… but in just half a year, they have made a great leap forward, even surpassing several Sacred Lands.”

“What?” Death Shadow was taken aback.

Looking at the giant contoured flying boat in mid-air, Yang Zhen also remembered the existence of the Ancient Spirit Clan. Speaking of which, he had met the Thousand-Spirit Saintess of the Ancient Spirit Clan. She seemed to have stepped out of an ink painting, an otherworldly beauty without makeup, superior to any heavenly creature. How could Yang Zhen possibly forget a woman who could rival her niece’s calmness?