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A beautiful smile with a touch of melancholy bloomed on Hua Youyue’s face, and two lines of clear tears fell in mid-air, dropping onto Bone Mountain and splashing into crystal droplets.

Everyone stared blankly at Hua Youyue at that moment. Her beauty made the whole heaven and earth look dull, and her endless longing made everyone feel as if their hearts had stopped beating.

Even if Hua Youyue fell back into confusion the next moment, that fleeting moment of grace was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone present.

The aura around Yang Zhen suddenly disappeared entirely. He took a deep breath, slowly calming his emotions. Everyone looked at him in surprise.

With just one melancholy sentence from Hua Youyue, had Yang Zhen’s aura truly disappeared?

Or was it that Yang Zhen had been severely injured by now and couldn’t wield any more power?

Atop Bone Mountain, everyone looked at Yang Zhen with doubtful expressions; a vast majority clenched their fists involuntarily, grinding their teeth as they looked at Yang Zhen, their faces torn between hope and worry.

The Saint-level Spirit Soul let out a soft sound of surprise, looking at the once again confused Hua Youyue with a puzzled expression. Turning attention back to Yang Zhen, the Saint sized him up before shaking its head in disappointment and slowly lifted a finger towards Hua Youyue’s forehead.

“Wait!”

A deep voice resonated, causing everyone’s heart to skip a beat. Eyes wide and bright, everyone intently watched Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen looked relaxed, even nonchalant, as he took a deep breath and grinned at Hua Youyue and the Saint-level Spirit Soul atop the stock: “The damsel’s words are enough.”

Hearing this, the Saint-level Spirit Soul paused, about to speak, when Yang Zhen suddenly beckoned, and the Great Missing Sword soared into the sky, landing into Yang Zhen’s hand.

“Also, this Sao Saint hasn’t spoken yet, why are you in such a hurry to bring the damsel back to the station?”

Snap!

With a light sound, Yang Zhen, holding the Great Missing Sword in one hand, placed one foot onto Bone Mountain, crushing a stark white bone.

Seeing this, everyone’s expressions turned horrified, their faces filled with terror.

“Madman, this madman Yang Zhen, is he really daring enough to walk up just like that?”

“Damn it, I’m boiling with excitement. If I had the favor of a Flower Spirit Girl, I’d do something just as crazy.”

“What use is madness? One is in the Divine Travel Stage, the other a Saint-level Spirit Soul. The difference in their strength can’t be described as merely huge – it’s more like a chasm.”

“Look…look quickly, the Saint-level Spirit Soul seems angry!”

Hearing this, everyone’s hearts trembled, casting their gazes in fear towards the Saint-level Spirit Soul.

In the crowd, Han Yan’er, the little Daoist idiot, was the only one not looking at the Saint-level Spirit Soul, but at Yang Zhen, her eyes slowly growing dazed.

An array of peculiar energies emitted from Han Yan’er, weak yet intricate and complex.

Atop Bone Mountain, the Saint-level Spirit Soul frowned slightly, watching Yang Zhen. After a moment, the Spirit Soul withdrew its pointing finger, giving Yang Zhen a deep look and asked, “Young man, do you know what you are doing?”

Yang Zhen shook his head, continuing towards the peak of Bone Mountain, the Great Missing Sword in his hand scraping against the surrounding bones, creating a series of crisp sounds.

“This Sao Saint doesn’t need to know. Damn it, I don’t care about any Tri-Floral Return to Position, any Ancient Triple Floral Scripture, any Tri-Floral Saintess. This Sao Saint only knows that there is danger to the young lady, and this Sao Saint has said before, if anyone bullies her, even if it’s the wretched heavens, this Sao Saint will stab them thrice and make six holes!”

Boom -!

A rumbling thunder exploded in the sky, filling the heavens and the earth with a solemn silence amid the thunderous noise.

Everyone was startled by Yang Zhen’s defiant attitude, casting horrified eyes towards the wrathful divine power in the sky.

A trace of confusion flickered in the eyes of the Saint-level Spirit Soul, staring at Yang Zhen. The corner of its mouth revealed a strange smile, “Your courage is commendable, but your strength is lacking.”

As the Spirit Soul finished speaking, it pointed its finger towards Yang Zhen.

Buzz —!

A terrifying wave of energy rushed towards Yang Zhen. Mo Xueling, Han Yan’er, and the rest were all greatly shocked. They all screamed in unison.

Splat—!

Yang Zhen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His entire body seemed to have been struck by lightning, but his body was solid as a rock as he continued to move forward. Before long, he had surprisingly made it halfway up the hill under this terrifying pressure.

A look of surprise crossed the face of the Saint-Class Spirit Soul, looking as serene as if Hua Youyue himself was quietly observing Yang Zhen.

“Young man, you are one of the most talented and tenacious geniuses I have ever seen. However, it’s a pity. Some powers are beyond your understanding, and some situations are beyond your control!”

As these words were spoken, the terrifying aura radiating from the Saint-Class Spirit Soul became even more overwhelming.

Yang Zhen’s body was wavering, staggering, his movements like a trembling old man. He could only maintain his balance with the help of the Great Missing Sword.

“Really?”

Yang Zhen looked up, his mouth curled in a smile. His mouth was full of bright red blood, but his face was pale and void of any vitality.

The Saint-Class Spirit Soul nodded and said, “Bone Mountain Prohibition, even Saint-Class powerhouses pay great attention to it. Although I am unable to fully employ its power, it is beyond the reach of a Divine Travel Stage youth like you.”

“I want to try!” Yang Zhen raised his head, staring at the mountaintop.

Boom Boom Boom !

With a casual wave from the Saint-Class Spirit Soul, it seemed as if the entire Bone Mountain was erupting. Terrifying waves of energy, akin to heavenly might, suddenly condensed in mid-air and surged toward Yang Zhen.

Boom !

Yang Zhen’s body was directly slammed down by this overwhelming power, smashing the bones on the ground into fragments.

Yang Zhen, who had already lost count of how much blood he had spat out, had a blurry image before his eyes. Everything was stained red, and it was as though there was a layer of blood covering his eyes.

“Yang Zhen…Yang Zhen…don’t go any further!”

Hua Youyue, who had awakened God knew when, looked anxiously at Yang Zhen. She struggled to move, but her body seemed to be completely frozen and incapable of the slightest movement.

“Young man, don’t you understand? In the face of the power of Heaven and Earth, you are so insignificant that you can’t even stand, let alone change the outcome of life and death, no matter how ambitious or tenacious you are,” the Saint-Class Spirit Soul sighed. Her gaze at Yang Zhen was growing colder. It seemed that Hua Youyue’s death was inevitable, and in her eyes, Yang Zhen was ultimately insignificant.

All the people present watched Yang Zhen, bloody from head to toe, with complex expressions on their faces. Mo Xueling had turned pale, while Su Dajia and Tian Rou were hugging each other, crying their hearts out. Han Xuner was staring blankly at Yang Zhen, as the mysterious and profound aura around her grew stronger.

Among the people present, hardly anyone had faith in Yang Zhen. After all, the disparity between a Divine Travel Stage practitioner and a Saint-Class Spirit Soul was just too vast.

Moreover, just as the Saint-Class Spirit Soul had said, Yang Zhen had to face not only a Saint-Class Spirit Soul but also the Bone Mountain Prohibition.

Under such circumstances, Yang Zhen’s death was almost certain.

Many people sighed secretly, looking at Yang Zhen with incomprehension. Was it worth it to do this?

However, just as Bone Mountain Prohibition was about to erupt, Yang Zhen managed to stand up again. He had an increasingly defiant expression on his face and stared at the Saint-Class Spirit Soul with an intrigue.

“Damn it, you make it sound so tragic. Do you think this is a torment drama?”

With every word that Yang Zhen spoke, there was a sudden burst of an overwhelming determination radiating from him. It was as if his life and soul were burning fiercely. His body even emanated waves of golden flames, and dazzling golden patterns appeared on him, making everyone dazed and bewildered.

Do you think this is a torment drama?

Yang Zhen’s voice was still echoing when, the next moment, Yang Zhen, standing alone, took another step toward the summit of Bone Mountain.

“I’ll tell you a secret!” Yang Zhen’s voice was teasing.

“What?” The Saint-Class Spirit Soul faltered.

“This isn’t a torment drama… it’s a damn exhilarating story!”

Boom !

A vast commandment seal covered the sky and appeared instantly, obscuring the mid-air. A nine-character phrase that covered the sky shone brightly, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble.

“Nine Steps to Ascend to Heaven Commandment!” the Cheap Cat exclaimed, “Damn it, boy, stop right now!”