Chapter 1483: Chapter 1510: Must Be Captured for Research Chapter 1483: Chapter 1510: Must Be Captured for Research Yang Zhen’s destiny was incredibly tough, the two of them were just beginning to realize it, but exactly how tough, neither could fully articulate.

From the expressions of the two emperors, it was clear that Yang Zhen’s recent maneuver had truly dazzled them.

Especially the elder, whose face flickered with uncertain expressions, some admiration, some horror, and even some excitement, his eyes locked on Yang Zhen, reflecting youthful vigour in his dim pupils.

The middle-aged emperor chuckled and said, “Indeed, this young one does bear a resemblance to your youthful self.”

The elder burst into hearty laughter, clearly very pleased, yet he shook his head and said, “Don’t flatter me, I was never as wild as this kid. Wait till you hear his stories, you’ll know how reckless he’s been.”

The middle-aged emperor was taken aback, noncommittally shook his head, and said, “No matter how reckless, in the end, he still got himself into this mess. Now look at him. How much longer can he last?”

How much longer can he last?

That’s the question.

However, if the middle-aged emperor were to ask Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen believed he could last until both emperors questioned their own existence.

The emperors questioning their existence seemed quite amusing.

Yang Zhen, with a puzzled look on his face, stood under the ten heavenly punishments and muttered, “Better they all come at once, otherwise one by one, it’s just too slow.”

With that, under everyone’s gaze, Yang Zhen suddenly spread his arms wide as if welcoming his new bride, his face bearing a knowing smile, and embraced the ten heavenly punishments into his arms.

Boom–!

A thunderous boom echoed, causing everyone’s scalp to tingle.

In the air, amidst the terrifying turbulence, it seemed as if Yang Zhen exploded into pieces scattered all around.

After a muffled boom, the rays of thunder did not dissipate, but continued to roar fiercely from within the dark hole on the ground, like a thunder dragon, bellowing repeatedly.

People from the Tri-Floral Sanctuary were astonished, knowing their Lord Yang was formidable in transcending tribulation, but they did not expect him to be this formidable.

Is this really something a human can do?

It was so impressive it made everyone’s scalp tingle.

“This young one, now we can make our move, right? I believe with our combined strength, it won’t be difficult to snatch Yang Zhen from these people’s hands.”

The middle-aged emperor felt eager to act; he could sense that Yang Zhen was not dead yet.

This was after ten heavenly punishments struck simultaneously! Up to this moment, the terrifying thunderous power and the laws of the universe were still foreboding, and Yang Zhen was still alive?

Such a person was worth taking back for in-depth study. Even if he couldn’t be fully understood, they could at least learn from Yang Zhen how he cultivated and see if it could be replicated.

Even if it couldn’t be replicated, with the powerful heritage of the Witch Scale Clan, they could persuade Yang Zhen to serve them, and possibly even create a human war god.

A human war god, just thinking about this outcome excited them both.

This has been a longstanding desire of the Witch Scale Clan!

It was about to be realized.

Both emperors, with excited expressions, exchanged a glance and nodded, deciding to take action.

Although Yang Zhen was not dead, both could feel that his energy was less than one-tenth of what it had been.

This meant, even though Yang Zhen was not dead, he was as good as dead.

Just as their gaze returned to the pit, a dark figure crawled out.

Slowly and leisurely, he crawled out.

Their eyes nearly popped out in astonishment.

And damn it… upon crawling out, Yang Zhen’s body was without a single patch, blackened as if charred, and after steadying himself, he even patted his buttocks as though dusting off some dirt, as if to preserve his image.

You don’t even have any clothes on, what dust are you patting off?

Both were left speechless and before they could react, Yang Zhen suddenly smacked his lips and muttered to himself, “This time it was a bit tastier, but the Tri-Floral Sanctuary should damage less of it, otherwise, Sao Saint here will get angry, regardless of what original laws of the universe, I’ll chop it straight away!”

Boom–!

Another earth-shattering boom swept across from mid-air, and again, ten heavenly punishments descended, this time grey in color.

“Sky Ghost, that’s the Sky Ghost!”

The middle-aged emperor exclaimed in shock, pointing at the grey sky punishment in mid-air, his face full of confusion.

Ten heavenly ghosts, what exactly had this kid done to enrage both heaven and men?

Even the elder was completely puzzled. Who could have expected that Yang Zhen was not yet dead, and the heavenly ghosts appeared in mid-air?

Boom boom!

Just as Yang Zhen leapt into the air, he was immediately bombarded by the ten heavenly ghosts, directly plunging him into a large pit.

…

Boom boom!

…

Boom boom!

Not knowing how much time had passed, the middle-aged emperor and the elder’s buttocks began to hurt from sitting on the ground, their faces expressionless as they watched Yang Zhen climb out of the pit again, the corners of their eyes twitching uncontrollably.

“How many times is this now?” the middle-aged emperor asked weakly.

“How would I know?”

The elder glared, unable to remember how many times Yang Zhen, this bastard, had gotten up.

But for some reason, a foreboding feeling began to appear on the elder’s face as he stared intently at Yang Zhen.

“Did you notice that his aura seems a bit different now?”

Different?

The middle-aged emperor was startled, turning his gaze towards Yang Zhen, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Although he hadn’t seen what was different, if the senior said it was different, then it really was different.

Could this actually be the correct stance for transcending tribulation?

Impossible, throughout tens of thousands of years in history, how could the methods summarized by so many sages be inferior to a youngster who has survived for less than fifty years?

This is simply impossible!

But for some reason, after hearing the elder’s words, the middle-aged emperor’s heart began to waver.

The Witch Scale Clan is adept at suspicion.

Progressing through suspicion is the greatest advantage of the Witch Scale Clan.

Of course, suspicion isn’t about blindly guessing; it is based on solid evidence.

Seeing the surprise and excitement on the elder’s face, the middle-aged emperor knew it was settled.

No matter what happened today, Yang Zhen had to be theirs, the Witch Scale Clan.

The middle-aged emperor took a deep breath, touched the object in his chest, and said solemnly: “Senior, today we must snatch Yang Xiaozi back to our Witch Scale Clan.”

“Of course.”

The elder nodded, then his expression changed abruptly, and he stared fiercely at Yang Zhen.

This time, Yang Zhen did not leap into the air to be struck by lightning but slowly floated up, his head raised, his face carrying a breezy and serene expression, quietly gazing at the ten black sky punishments of apocalypse in mid-air.

Seeing this scene, everyone had an extremely bizarre feeling.

You, a bare-assed darkie, need to strike such an elegant pose?

Just as even the cheap cat couldn’t bear to look, covering his eyes and peeking through his fingers, Yang Zhen suddenly moved.

In mid-air, a mixed black and grey aura suddenly emanated from Yang Zhen’s body. With his hands, he drew a circle one up and one down by his sides, countless arm afterimages formed a halo behind him, one black and one white, resembling a Taiji diagram.

The next moment, when Yang Zhen clasped his hands in front of his chest, the entire heaven and earth seemed to come to a halt.

Buzz–!

A humming sound came, emanating from Yang Zhen at the center, slowly pushing outward in all directions.

The middle-aged emperor and the elder abruptly stood up, their faces full of horror.