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The Great Missing Sword’s power had clearly increased considerably!

Before the Evil Shadow Black Glutton swallowed up the Heavenly Tribulation Origin, the Great Missing Sword could only trigger the daydream rigid effect when it struck a person.

Now that the Evil Shadow Black Glutton had swallowed the Heavenly Tribulation Origin, well, things were dramatic. Yang Zhen used the Ksitigarbha Skill from the Heavenly Book’s Ksitigarbha Chapter through the Great Missing Sword, blocking Fu Yonglin’s path via a rising mountain rock formation. Fu Yonglin merely bumped into the dirt wall unwittingly and triggered the daydream rigid effect, which had simply delighted Yang Zhen.

However, Fu Yonglin, worthy of being the chosen son, merely displayed some confusion in his eyes before suddenly waking up. His face was pale as he swiftly dashed to the side, staring at Yang Zhen in horror.

“False Yang, you actually dare to use a Demon Weapon. Aren’t you afraid of backlash, having your Spirit Soul eliminated?”

Fu Yonglin was obviously wary of the Great Missing Sword in Yang Zhen’s hand, vigilantly watching Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was taken aback, looking at the Great Missing Sword in his hand with some confusion.

Yue Yufeng had once said that this Great Missing Sword of his was a Demon Weapon, even though she later said it wasn’t. Judging by their fear of the Demon Weapon, it was clearly a very high-end weapon.

“What is a Demon Weapon?” Yang Zhen asked curiously.

Fu Yonglin’s expression changed, and he burst into laughter as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world: “You don’t even know what a Demon Weapon is, yet you dare to use one. How ignorant, and still able to cultivate to such an extent!”

At this point, Fu Yonglin snorted and said: “Now that I know you are using a Demon Weapon, you do not stand a chance!”

Boom!

A humming sound echoed, and a terrifying aura suddenly burst from Fu Yonglin’s body. His long sword, like the singing of a dragon, rose violently with the wind and instantly transformed into a terrifying giant sword that blocked the sky and the sun. It was incredibly sharp, carrying endless might as it struck towards Yang Zhen.

“Oh boy, kid, can you handle this? Don’t lose your life in this. It’s pretty fierce.”

The Sly Cat’s voice came, enjoying the misfortune. Without waiting for Yang Zhen to speak, the Sly Cat turned and said to the Saucy Chicken, “Prepare to run. This ancient tribesman is really something. Sly Yang might not be able to beat him.”

Yang Zhen had just survived a tribulation. Compared to Fu Yonglin, who had gone through countless tribulations, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

However, Yang Zhen did not hesitate at all. The Great Missing Sword in his hand let out a sudden hum. He sprang into the air and said to the Sly Cat, “Damn, Sly Cat, wait for me. You traitorous bastard, I’ll deal with you later.”

Boom!

The Great Missing Sword collided with the giant sword, causing a series of rumbling noises. A tremendous shock wave swept out in all directions, causing a storm. The chaos of flying sand and rocks made it impossible to see what had happened to Yang Zhen.

Fu Yonglin let out a cold laugh and the long sword returned to his hand: “Overreaching yourself. But don’t worry, I will also send your two pets down to accompany you so you won’t be lonely on your way to the underworld!”

With that, Fu Yonglin turned his gaze to Sly Cat and Saucy Chicken.

The Sly Cat and Saucy Chicken looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

“Damn it, the Ancient Tribe is indeed the Ancient Tribe. With such a low intelligence quotient, where did you get the confidence to call yourself the chosen son?”

“Idiot!” Saucy Chicken didn’t even bother with Fu Yonglin and started tidying his feathers leisurely.

Fu Yonglin’s face turned green with anger, and he raised his sword intending to kill the Sly Cat and Saucy Chicken. Suddenly, he heard a lazy voice from behind and got scared.

“Bro, you think you can kill this Sao Saint with just one sword? Where is your honey-glazed confidence coming from?”

“What?” Fu Yonglin’s expression changed dramatically. Without even turning his head, he saw a huge shadow dropping from the sky, landing on his head with a thud. He started feeling dizzy and fell directly to the ground.

Thud!

A dull sound echoed as Fu Yonglin fell from the sky onto the ground, stirring up dust everywhere. He rolled his eyes, struggled to stand up, and then another huge shadow fell from the sky.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A series of dull sounds echoed on Fu Yonglin’s head. He lost consciousness before he could even scream.

With a look of complete astonishment, Yang Zhen threw the Great Missing Sword on the ground and stared at Fu Yonglin who had fainted, “What on earth do these ancient tribes eat? They have unbelievably hard heads?”

The scoundrel cat and crazy chicken also appeared astonished, and upon looking at Fu Yonglin, they marveled. The crazy chicken even scratched him twice with its claws but failed to leave any mark on Fu Yonglin’s delicate face. “Kid, what do you plan to do?” The scoundrel cat, rubbing his hands, watched Yang Zhen with great delight.

“What do you mean?” Yang Zhen took out a Star Iron chain from his storage ring and said, “Obviously, I’m going to strip him down, tie him up, and interrogate him. There’s no need for severe punishment for a guy like this.” The scoundrel cat’s eyes lit up, “No, even though this guy might spill his guts without severe punishment, I am interested in your so-called severe punishment. How about a demonstration?”

Yang Zhen looked at the scoundrel cat, dumbfounded, “Are you the devil?”

The scoundrel cat turned his head away, “Shame, shame!”

“Yang… False Yang, what on earth are you planning to do? We bear no grudges or hatred, why would you want to kill me?”

Fu Yonglin woke up at some point and, having heard the conversation between Yang Zhen and the scoundrel cat, looked at Yang Zhen with a pale face and asked, trying unsuccessfully to break free from the Star Iron restraints. He resigned himself to his fate with a chilled expression, staring at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen paused, asking, “Kill you? No, no, no. The Sao Saint is the kindest. How could I commit such a sin as murder?”

“Then… then what do you want to do?” Fu Yonglin looked at Yang Zhen with fearful eyes. Seeing Yang Zhen take out a small sword and begin cutting his clothes, his face turned deathly pale. He started to struggle fiercely, screaming, “False Yang, if…if you dare to do this outrageous thing, I…I will never let you go, even if I die a thousand times!”

Yang Zhen paused and turned to ask the scoundrel cat, “Why is he reacting so strongly?”

Both the scoundrel cat and the crazy chicken looked at each other, shook their heads, and said, “Don’t know. Maybe the ideas of the Ancient Tribe are different from ours. They are just that eccentric.”

“Oh!” Yang Zhen continued to cut the clothes.

“False Yang, what on earth are you planning to do? You can’t…you bastard!”

Fu Yonglin’s face turned green with fear, thrashing around to resist Yang Zhen tearing his trousers off.

Yang Zhen stopped, giving him a strange look, “Damn, keep still for the Sao Saint. If I can’t even get your pants off, do I deserve to be called Yang Bapi (Yang the Skinner)?”

“Skinner again?” Fu Yonglin went through a whirlpool of emotions, finally screaming, “What the hell do you want to do really?”

Seeing that Fu Yonglin was on the verge of tears, Yang Zhen paused and said, “It’s not really anything serious. I just have a few questions for you. Can you please answer honestly?”

Fu Yonglin looked at Yang Zhen with a bewildered face, his expression flashing with absurdity, “You just want to ask a few questions?”

“Yes!”

“…Damn!” Fu Yonglin looked exasperated, almost spitting, “You terrifying devil, you…you just want to ask a few questions?”

“Yep!” Yang Zhen set up a stool and sat down. He checked with the scoundrel cat, “Where should we start asking?”

The scoundrel cat cleared his throat and walked over to Fu Yonglin, “I’ll go first. How old are you?”

“Get lost!” Yang Zhen kicked the scoundrel cat flying, furious, “Look at the stupid questions you’re asking. I’ll do it. What’s your father’s surname?”

“Fu!” The crazy chicken answered seriously for Fu Yonglin.

Fu Yonglin’s mouth twitched as he wore an expression of wishing he were dead.

Perfect!

Yang Zhen felt overjoyed. He exchanged a look with the scoundrel cat and the crazy chicken, full of self-satisfaction. Damn, the Sao Saint indeed had the potential to interrogate spies. When interrogating a prisoner, he had to start by breaking their will.

The trio – True Chicken, Cat, and Scoundrel – were invincible!