Chapter 392: Chapter 398: The Great Missing Sword has been upgraded! (One more update)

Upon seeing Yang Zhen’s stance, everyone present there was utterly confused.

Yang Zhen confidently stood there, chin up and chest out, making a huge show before the young man. He pointed his finger on man’s chest, arrogantly tilting his head back, acting high and mighty as if he was staring down his nose at everyone. But the only thing people could confirm was that Yang Zhen’s nostrils were, indeed, staring at the young man.

Such audacious behaviour was unheard of, let alone seen, by anyone present.

If arrogance had a scale, no one would dare outdo Yang Zhen he’d easily be at the top.

His extreme arrogance left the young man dumbfounded. He gazed foolishly at Yang Zhen, stuttering, “Az… Azure Dragon Crescent Blade?”

Damn it, just by its name it sounded like an incredible supernatural weapon. But to use such a weapon to comb one’s hair, could there be anything more absurd?

“Who are you?”

The complexion on the young man’s face changed like a piece of iron in a forge. Among the group of women emerging from the icy cave, a stunningly beautiful woman, standing quietly like a fairy in the icy snow, gave an aura of purity and serenity.

After seeing this marvelous woman, the expression on the young man’s face worsened. Seeing a hint of surprise and confusion on her face, he immediately flew into a rage.

Yang Zhen, puzzled, followed the direction of the young man’s gaze and his eyes lit up, “Oh boy, he’s angry. I didn’t expect a woman with a buff to come out. This saves your Sao Saint some trouble.”

Embarrassing oneself in front of the woman one fancies, the speed of shifting from embarrassment to rage was even faster than an airplane or a rocket.

Huh! Men!

Yang Zhen sneered, staring at the young man, “The Sao Saint doesn’t change his name or seat. I am False Yang!”

“False Yang?”

Upon hearing this strange name, the young man was taken aback, angrily he yelled, “You’re seeking your death!”

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from the young man, scaring Yang Zhen.

He’s so powerful. He is a hard nut to crack!

Yang Zhen quickly raised his hand to signal a timeout.“Hold on! Stop stop stop!”

The aggressive aura of the young man ceased, staring at Yang Zhen, he asked: “False Yang, before your death, do you have any last words?”

Yang Zhen curled his lips in contempt, arrogantly sticking his nose up at the young man, and slowly said, “I, False Yang, never fight nameless nobodies. Give me your name!”

The young man was angry, coldly snorting, “False Yang, remember my name, I am Fu Yonglin, the Ancient Tribe’s Chosen Son!”

“What?” Yang Zhen was taken aback.

“Bastard, you dare to curse me?” Fu Yonglin was furious and was about to rush at Yang Zhen.

“The Chosen Son!” Old Ghost Hei suddenly exclaimed, “Young Yang, be careful, this Fu Yonglin is actually the Chosen Son, he is one of the most likely candidates to become the Saint in the Ancient Tribe.”

“One of them?” Yang Zhen disdainfully said, “So he hasn’t succeeded yet, he is still nothing!”

“False Yang!” Fu Yonglin sneered. Suddenly, a long sword congealed in his hand. Staring at Yang Zhen, he said word by word, “You are doomed today. No one can save you, mark my words!”

Yang Zhen looked at Fu Yonglin in awe, his heart already sure of his opponent.

Powerful, arrogant, ignorant, but most importantly, this guy is a straight man, and good at pretending. He’s a perfect contender for a showdown.

Even in defeat, Yang Zhen refused to lose face, he broke into laughter, pointing at Fu Yonglin and said, “You can’t command me, If you want to take my life, Sao Saint, you need at least a thousand years of practice!”

Boom!

A monstrous aura erupted from Yang Zhen, he shouted, stretched his arms straight out to his sides, swung his leg up in the air, and shouted, “White Crane Spreading Wings!”

This earth-shattering entry left everyone stunned. The mischievous cat was rolling on the ground, laughing uncontrollably.

Even Old Ghost Hei’s mouth was twitching in agitation, ready to throttle Yang Zhen. Let’s not even mention Fu Yonglin.

Fu Yonglin’s face was furious, the aura around him blazing wildly. His hair flew in all directions with the force of the aura, and holding the long sword, he rushed toward Yang Zhen.

“Senior Brother Fu…” someone called from behind. The breathtaking woman looked at Yang Zhen in surprise, her voice ethereal as though it lingered in the air.

“Don’t stop me. Today if I don’t kill this child, I won’t calm my hatred.”

Fu Yonglin was so incredibly angry, he seemed like a demon god from ancient times as he charged towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen could barely stabilize on one leg and hastily turned to run.

Upon turning around, Yang Zhen suddenly felt a moment of realization.

No wonder in TV series the two experts always run around during a fight, from the sky to the ground, then from the ground they sprint thousands and thousands of miles away…one of them certainly has a hidden agenda.

At first, Yang Zhen didn’t understand and thought both individuals were fools. Now he understood; in this situation, one of them, like him, must also harbor motives they don’t want others to see.

Damn it, life is full of knowledge. Even a simple fight has so many twists and turns. What a plot!

“To kill me, Sao Saint, you need to catch me first!”

Yang Zhen arrogantly showed Fu Yonglin his middle finger, waved his big hand, “Somersault Cloud, come!”

Hum!

A surge of earth’s energy condensed into a white cloud under Yang Zhen’s feet, which instantly sprinted hundreds of feet into the air.

Fu Yonglin continuously gave cold laughter as a strange aura radiated from his body and, like a streak of black lightning, he charged towards Yang Zhen.

The two promptly disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Meanwhile, Sneaky Cat and Sao Chicken also mysteriously disappeared, leaving everyone wondering where they went.

One was chasing and one was escaping, with absolutely no physical conflict. Yang Zhen looked back and saw Fu Yonglin had indeed come after him, which instantly made him let out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness he chased after me, if not all this drama would have been for nothing.

“False Yang, stand there! You think running away makes you powerful? If you really have guts, then fight me!”

“Sure!” Yang Zhen stopped, grinning at Fu Yonglin, “If you want to fight Sao Saint, you should have said so earlier. If you hadn’t, Sao Saint would have thought you wanted to compete on speed!”

Fu Yonglin nearly stumbled, staring at Yang Zhen, visibly annoyed.

Who the hell wants to compete with you on speed? If it weren’t for the fact that I couldn’t catch you, I would have slashed you long ago.

Fu Yonglin was quietly enraged but also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Zhen stop. He held his long sword, which suddenly erupted into a burst of light, enveloping a radius of several hundred feet in a violent sword aura.

Infinite energy waves gathered, filling the surrounding hundreds of feet with a strong killing intent.

Clearly Fu Yonglin had developed a fear of chasing Yang Zhen and had sealed off their surroundings with his first move, ensuring Yang Zhen had nowhere to flee.

Who would’ve expected that Yang Zhen, instead of running, drew out an enormous sword and charged at him.

Fu Yonglin was initially startled, then overjoyed. Considering Yang Zhen’s laughable “White Crane Spreading Wings” move, it was clear that Yang Zhen was an amateur. With this big of a sword, Fu Yonglin was confident Yang Zhen wouldn’t even be able to touch him.

Swoosh!

Fu Yonglin’s figure turned into a black light, his sword gleaming coldly as he passed by Yang Zhen…but they didn’t cross paths.

Hum!

Fu Yonglin stumbled, almost impaling himself on his own sword, and stared at the Great Missing Sword in Yang Zhen’s hand in horror, exclaiming, “A Demon Weapon?”

Then, without waiting for Yang Zhen’s reaction, he turned and ran!

“You think you can run?” Yang Zhen’s eyes widened, “Stop right there!”

Boom!

The Great Missing Sword slammed into the ground, erupting with earth elemental energy. A wall of earth suddenly rose in front of Fu Yonglin.

Caught off guard, Fu Yonglin hit the wall head-on. His figure flashed black as his vision blurred.

Yang Zhen stared at the Great Missing Sword in characteristically befuddled fashion, “Damn, did the Great Missing Sword level up?”