Yang Zhen felt he might have experienced what the Monkey King felt back in the day, unable to even stand steady, with nothing but sky above when he lifted his head.
If it were just the sky, that would have been bearable, but this sky had formed an immensely huge hand of thunder. If it weren't for the fact that Yang Zhen had cultivated his Dragon Elephant Prison Body to the Great Vehicle Realm, that single slap might have crushed him to death.
Feeling powerless against the inevitable was truly agonizing!
Yet, almost no one knew just how resilient Yang Zhen's body had become, well, except for the young maiden!
Of course, now Heaven itself might be included!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Zhen's body emitted wisps of blue smoke. He looked up at the thunderous hand descending from the sky. The garment on his body rustled harshly from the force, even from a hundred thousand zhang away, distorting the blue smoke that was emanating from him.
