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When they saw this knife-scarred youth, both Yang Zhen and the mean cat were taken aback.

For a brief moment, neither of them had any idea what was going on, but they could both clearly sense the intense killing intent that this man exuded.

Yang Zhen, looking bewildered, pointed at the golden road behind him and said to the knife-scarred youth who’d suddenly jumped out, “You mentioned a golden Spirit Road. Are you referring to this one?”

Although the knife-scarred youth was a practitioner at the Divine Travel Stage, Yang Zhen had no interest in his name at the moment. His question emerged simply out of curiosity.

He and the mean cat had just come out of here when this guy jumped out and began boasting, saying that this road had always been there and no one had ever been in before. As if suggesting that Yang shouldn’t entertain any wild ideas.

After exchanging glances with the mean cat, they both laughed disrespectfully at the knife-scarred youth.

The countenance of the knife-scarred youth shifted, his brows furrowing as he wondered why Yang Zhen was being so arrogant. After a moment, he got it and looked at Yang Zhen with amusement, “Kid, this is your first time on the Spirit Road, isn’t it?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback for a moment before nodding, “Yes, it is. How did you figure it out?”

With Yang Zhen’s acting skills, how could anyone possibly tell that it was his first time?

Even if he were entering an unfamiliar red lantern house, Yang Zhen was confident that he could still present an impression of an old patron. Hence, it was even more unlikely that entering the Spirit Road for the first time would give him away.

The knife-scarred youth sneered and replied, “Just as I thought. Only idiots like you who are entering the Spirit Road for the first time would behave this way. As a practitioner at the Void Cultivation Stage, instead of fleeing after seeing a warrior of the Divine Travel Stage, you persist in asking these many questions…”

At this point, the knife-scarred youth seemed to recall something, changing the subject to, “Let me ask you this, did you encounter any wild beasts emanating a golden glow along the way?”

Yang Zhen and the mean cat nodded simultaneously, their faces depicting terror as they were still in shock. “Are you referring to the beasts that transformed into golden balls after they were slain?” they exclaimed in unison. Upon hearing those words, the face of the knife-scarred youth suddenly erupted into a display of unexpected pleasure. He stepped forward, looking at Yang Zhen intently, “You encountered them? What stage were they on? They should have been at the Void Cultivation Stage. Otherwise, you would have been killed by now. And do you still have that golden ball on you?”

After hearing the knife-scarred youth’s words, Yang Zhen and the mean cat shared a knowing look, their eyes flickering with surprise.

Could it be that the golden ball held a significant importance to this knife- scarred youth?

Not only did Yang Zhen still have the golden ball, but he also had hundreds of them, almost six hundred in total. The mean cat had a dozen as well, having obtained them using extremely cutthroat tactics, at the cost of it losing two tufts of tail fur.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, took out a dozen golden balls from his bosom, and displayed them in his open palm, asking curiously, “Are you referring to’ these?”

Upon seeing the golden balls in Yang Zhen’s hands, the eyes of the knife- scarred youth widened incredibly in disbelief, distorting the scar on his face. He took a sharp breath and asked in disbelief, “Where did you get so many Golden Fate Balls?”

“Are these called Golden Fate Balls?” Yang Zhen asked as he looked at the golden balls in his hands. He revealed a naive smile and continued, “I found them on the way!”

“You found them… on the way?” The knife-scarred youth was stupefied, and then burst out laughing. He was absurdly elated, yet also extremely nervous. After ensuring there was no one else around, he stared ominously at Yang Zhen, his face filled with murder, “Kid, give me all the Golden Fate Balls you have, and I’ll spare your life!”

Upon hearing these words, Yang Zhen’s face was suddenly overtaken by a shocked expression. He stammered, “Alright, alright. First, you need to take out everything you have. And I promise I’ll only punch you once!”

Initially, the youth’s face was brimming with euphoria, but this soon changed. Nearly biting his tongue and erupting into a violent coughing fit, his expression darkened. Suddenly, a terrifying black aura erupted from his body as he charged towards Yang Zhen, “You dare to play me? You’re looking for death, kid! Are you unaware of the ruthlessness of the Spirit Road?”

Bang—!

A horrifying wave of power rushed towards Yang Zhen, taking him somewhat by surprise.

No wonder this fellow could act so arrogantly despite his ignorance. It turned out, he did have some skills.

Seeing the scar-faced lad charge toward him, a sudden buzz erupted from his fists, akin to a vicious beast’s growl. Yang Zhen slapped toward the scar-faced lad.

Smack!

A crisp sound resonated from the shining forehead of the scar-faced lad. A strange burst of power exploded, making it seem as if a massive hammer had struck his head. He stumbled and fell, his head thudding against the rocks.

In almost an instant, the scar-faced lad pulled his head from the rocks and looked up at Yang Zhen with an expression of disbelief, shouting, “Impossible!”

How was this possible?

Avoid Cultivation Stage practitioner had managed to knock him off his feet with just a single slap.

If this were to get out, even experiencing it firsthand, he felt like it was a dream.

If not for the agonizing pain on his forehead and the blood trickling down his cheek into his mouth, he wouldn’t have believed it.

Yang Zhen leisurely stored the Golden Fate Ball and, looking at the scar-faced lad, he said, “I suddenly regret it. If I had hit you harder, you might have died I don’twant to kill you!”

Bastard!” yelled the scar-faced lad, his roar thunderous. Like a frog leaping from the ground, he launched himself at Yang Zhen. In his hand, a dark sword had unknowingly appeared.

Panting, a shadow of a beast, similar to a wild bull, appeared behind the scar-faced lad. His sword glowing darkly, producing an onslaught of buzzing as it thrust toward Yang Zhen.

Smack!

What met the scar-faced lad weren’t the sword piercing Yang Zhen’s heart, but a familiar yet, strange sound accompanied by the same intense pain on his forehead.

His head once again dug into the rocks with a dull thud. Shaking himself out of his daze, he muttered, “Impossible, you can’t be a practitioner of Void Cultivation Stage. The Void Cultivation Stage doesn’t have this kind of terrifying speed and strength.”

In the middle of his sentence, without waiting for Yang Zhen to reply, the scar-faced lad pushed off the ground with his hands and leaped toward him like a frog.

However, this time Yang Zhen did not land a slap on the scar-faced lad’s forehead. The lad, his face steely in anger, flipped over mid-air and bolted away.

“Damn it, he’s trying to escape!” cursed the Scoundrel Cat, its face flushed with anger.

Yang Zhen exploded into motion with a cloud of dust, his body vanished from its place. Leaving a trail of shadows behind, he used Skycrossing Void and appeared in front of the scar-faced lad, landing another ordinary slap. When the scar-faced lad managed to pull his head from the ground for the third time, he had already lost all hope of escaping and looked at Yang Zhen blankly, his expression doubtful.

Yang Zhen squatted down in front of the scar-faced lad and looked at him, saying, “I ask, you answer. If you can’t respond or if the Sao Saint believes you’re lying, I will bury you here.”

Upon seeing the uncertain expression on the scar-faced lad’s face, Yang Zhen slowly said, “Don’t worry. I have a formation that, while not particularly powerful, can ensure you won’ t be able to pull yourself out.”

The scar-faced lad’s face suddenly changed, he angrily replied, “You, you, you… are you a devil?”

Rip!

The sound of clothes tearing resounded. A large part of the scar-faced lad’s clothing was ripped off by Yang Zhen.

The scar-faced lad quickly covered himself, a fearful expression on his face. His complexion changed wildly, and he exclaimed in shock, “You, you, what are you trying to do?”