Go watch the gods battle it out!
That was exactly what Yang Zhen thought, and exactly what he did.
After he put down the Third Saintess, Yang Zhen leapt up, bolting towards the sky with a resounding boom.
The Third Saintess let out a startled cry, staring at Yang Zhen in fright with a hint of desperation in her eyes, "This idiot, isn't he afraid of dying?"
Sure, Yang Zhen was afraid of death, far more than anyone else. But what could he do? He couldn't run away, he couldn't hide, so he might as well go and see if he could take out both of these pests.
The Heavenly Star Stele's Nine-layer World seemed to have been blown open by the Imperial Blood. The raging black Tribulation Clouds in mid-air resembled a vast ocean, crashing against the Imperial Blood and producing a terrifying blast that almost killed Yang Zhen on the spot.
The severe impact shot straight through Yang Zhen's body. If it wasn't for his preparation, this blow would have cost him half his life.
