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It was too terrifying, both were forces, but compared to what the Nine Dragons released, Yang Zhen's felt like child's play.
The Nine Dragons was clearly standing before him, yet Yang Zhen felt as if he was facing a majestic mountain, no, like facing a fierce beast in the shape of a mountain.
Such a formidable and unshakeable aura made Yang Zhen swallow his saliva, and his temper flared up.
Hum—!
The frivolous aura around Yang Zhen burst forth like a mountain-splitting axe, charging at the Nine Dragons Great Saint with a reckless ferocity.
The Nine Dragons Great Saint let out a surprised 'huh', as if he had not expected Yang Zhen to hold his ground, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
For the first time, Yang Zhen truly understood what it meant to be imposing without anger!
No matter how fiercely his mountain-splitting axe clashed against the mountain, the immovable mountain towered majestically, resembling an ant prodding an elephant's hind hoof with a stick.