Chapter 1488: Chapter 1515: Killing Two Great Emperors as a Sacrifice to Heaven? Chapter 1488: Chapter 1515: Killing Two Great Emperors as a Sacrifice to Heaven? Hundreds of apocalyptic punishments rained down violently from the heavens with a thunderous roar, all aimed directly at Yang Zhen’s head, showering upon him with relentless fury.

Every face within and outside of the Tri-Floral Sanctuary was filled with shock, and many people had already started to flee.

What a joke, with hundreds of divine punishments falling like this, even a Great Emperor would be blasted to smithereens. Once Yang Zhen is dead, who else in the Tri-Floral Sanctuary could withstand such numerous punishments? The two emperors of the Witch Scale Clan surely would not help the Tri-Floral Sanctuary; it’s already quite good of them not to kick someone when they’re down, so who could expect their help in overcoming this tribulation?

Golden Eagle Emperor and the other two could resist for a little while, but it would only be for a moment.

The three of them did not have a life-and-death bond with the Tri-Floral Sanctuary, resisting only temporarily. Once they can no longer hold off the punishments, nobody believes they would perish together with the Tri-Floral Sanctuary.

In other words, once Yang Zhen is dead and his Taoist Body dissolves, the Tri-Floral Sanctuary’s annihilation is almost certain.

Those who still dared to stay in the Tri-Floral Sanctuary were all fearless of death.

More and more practitioners began to leave the Tri-Floral Sanctuary, wishing they had multiple legs to run faster. Those who stayed were all eager to witness the final fate of Yang Zhen, this extraordinary existence, and how he would meet his end under the divine punishments.

The two emperors of the Witch Scale Clan exchanged glances, their faces showing excitement, as they did not want to waste this long-awaited opportunity.

Not leaving, no way, they couldn’t leave until they had captured Yang Zhen’s Spirit Soul.

“Should we make our move?” the middle-aged emperor sparkled with excitement in his eyes, as if he saw the powers of the Void and faith beckoning to him.

The elder pondered for a moment, suppressing the excitement on his face, and said solemnly, “Wait a bit longer. Although the Tri-Floral Sanctuary’s destruction is imminent, this matter will surely cause a tremendous uproar throughout the entire Great Desolation world. We cannot be too ostentatious, lest we attract unnecessary trouble. Once Yang Zhen is dead, we might be able to kidnap him without alerting anyone else.”

“Is that… possible?” Doubt flickered across the face of the middle-aged emperor.

The elder pondered, looking at Yang Zhen’s head with a half-smiling gaze, “Anything is possible!”

At that moment, a violent thunder punishment boomed in the sky, striking down onto Yang Zhen’s head.

“Quick, now’s the chance!”

The elder shouted, vanishing from his spot, rushing towards the sky.

A flicker of joy appeared on the middle-aged emperor’s face, and without waiting to respond, he followed closely behind the elder, charging towards the sky.

Every movement of the two was closely watched by the people in the Tri-Floral Sanctuary. Seeing them act, Golden Eagle Emperor and the others were suddenly horrified and shouted angrily, “No good, those two want to snatch Yang Xiaozi’s Spirit Soul, follow me up!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three Great Emperor auras burst forth tumultuously, colossal waves of force rolled out in the air, and a terrifying, world-destroying aura soared into the sky, heading towards the half-space.

Five figures, like streaks of lightning, rushed to the edge of the thunder punishment in the blink of an eye.

Such furious heavenly punishment is not something practitioners below the Great Emperor Realm dare to approach too closely; if they do and incur the wrath of the heavens, they too could be implicated.

Practitioners at the Great Emperor Realm have much stronger control over their power, allowing them to skillfully avoid danger. Even so, the five emperors did not immediately rush into the thunder punishment; instead, they quietly guarded in mid-air, waiting.

A glint of anger appeared on Golden Eagle Emperor’s face as he glared at the two Witch Scale Clan emperors and said, “Taking advantage of others’ misfortune seems beneath us, doesn’t it?”

The elder laughed heartily, looking at the Golden Eagle Emperor with amusement, “Golden Eagle, you too are a top figure in the Southern Region, can you really say such things?”

The middle-aged emperor nodded and commented, “Since ancient times, the victor is king. What’s right or wrong all comes down to the constraints of the world. Haven’t you and I cultivated to the Emperor Realm without stopping to one day break free from the shackles of heaven and earth, to become supreme beings?”

Golden Eagle Emperor’s face flashed with a hint of anger upon hearing this. He let out a cold huff but said nothing.

Eastern Desolation Emperor, however, burst into hearty laughter, shaking his head as he spoke, “It’s often said that folks from the Southern Region are unreasonable, with scarce tricks up their sleeves, yet silver-tongued. Now, I’ve indeed learned what smooth-talking really is; you make it sound so righteous to take advantage of a crisis, which is quite laughably absurd.”

Hearing Eastern Desolation Emperor’s words, the old man snorted coldly and said, “So what? Now that Yang Zhen is bound to die, do you three stand a chance of retrieving Yang Zhen’s Spirit Soul from our hands?”

Eastern Desolation Emperor’s eyes narrowed as a gleaming longsword appeared in his hand, and he stared at the old man, saying, “I, for one, would like to give it a try!”

The Witch Scale Clan’s methods were mysteriously unpredictable. Eastern Desolation Emperor and the other two had once encountered them briefly. Though not defeated, they still harbored a lingering sense of dread.

Now they were faced with a direct confrontation, naturally, they could not afford any slipups.

The elder laughed heartily, shaking his head as he said, “Today my aim is Yang Zhen’s Spirit Soul. As for you guys, you are a matter for later. Now that Yang Zhen… is dead… dead…”

As he spoke, the old man’s eyes suddenly bulged, as if he had seen a ghost, for he was staring at where the thunder punishment in the sky had dissipated.

Yang Zhen, who was previously left with nothing but a head, was now standing there intact.

No, not just standing; he was getting dressed at his leisure.

Watching this eerie scene that exceeded everyone’s comprehension, even the two Emperor Realms from the Witch Scale Clan were dumbfounded, their eyes wide as saucers, faces as comical as llama’s.

How… how is this possible?

Such a furious barrage of world-ending heavenly punishments, Yang Zhen was clearly left with only a head left, how could he be right as rain and… getting dressed?

Deafening silence ensued. Inside and outside the Tri-Floral Sanctuary, any beings with the slightest intelligence were dumbstruck as they watched Yang Zhen in the sky.

Yang Zhen was in the midst of pulling up his pants, bending over to slip in his legs, when he sensed something was amiss and hurriedly looked outside, to find himself similarly perplexed.

He had no idea when the lightning tribulation had dispersed. At the moment, he was stark naked–completely exposed to everyone’s gaze.

Damn it, fairy tales are indeed all lies.

The scenes on television clearly did not play out like this–weren’t those life-threatening punishments supposed to dissipate slowly, only after the protagonist had finished dressing, and struck a pose so cool it was off the charts?

Why did it start dissipating here, before Sao Saint could even put on his clothes?

This is bullying; it’s just too much, isn’t it?

Yang Zhen hastily waved his hand; the thunderclouds above gathered once again, rumbling as they shrouded him from view.

Because he let go, his pants slipped down to his ankles.

Seeing this bizarre scene unfold, everyone drew a sharp intake of breath.

Looking at each other, no one knew what to say.

All of a sudden, Golden Eagle Emperor burst into uproarious laughter, his voice booming, a playful look on his face as he said, “For some reason, I feel a strong urge to laugh right now.”

Eastern Desolation Emperor also couldn’t stop laughing, shaking his head as he said, “This rascally kid, every time things settle down, he seems to stir something up.”

“Hmm, wondering what he’s up to this time!” Emperor Aotian said with a mocking smile on his face, leisurely watching the two Emperors from the Witch Scale Clan, his tone sarcastic, “Kid, what shall we do next?”

Yang Zhen’s voice came through, somewhat hesitant, “Sao Saint here just had a breakthrough, and seems to have gained a formidable power. How about, slaughtering two Great Emperors to offer to the heavens?”