Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Chapter 662: Chapter 668: The Man Who Dared to Curse the Heavens! (Third Update)

The kneeling of the Demonic Race woman left Yang Zhen completely bewildered.

Was every member of the Demonic Race this genuine?

Putting aside the fact that Yang Zhen was unable to save the Beiqi Clan in the first place, even if he could, how was this Demonic Race woman confident that Yang Zhen would step in to save them?

Some people perceive kneeling as priceless, yet to others, it was worthless.

Fortunately, Yang Zhen belonged to the first group. Having received nine years of compulsory education, he had frequently been instilled with the idea that a man’s kneel was worth its weight in gold. Of course, a woman’s kneel was not any less valuable either.

Yang Zhen hastily moved out of the direction the Demonic Race woman had kneeled towards, a puzzled look on his face as he asked the woman, “How do you know I can save you, and how can you be sure that I will even save you?”

Boom!

An earth-shaking noise echoed through the area. One of the elderly ancestors of the Beiqi Clan, enraged, began to madly attack the surrounding restrictions.

The thin layer of restrictions, barely able to endure much assault, started to wobble under that ancestor’s attack.

A myriad of roars echoed all around them, as dark waves of qi rolled and roared outside the restriction. Violent waves of qi rammed into the restriction, causing both Yang Zhen and the Demonic Race woman’s complexion to change simultaneously.

The Demonic Race woman let out a bitter laugh and said, “In this state, does Queer have any other choices?”

With that, the Demonic Race woman, who referred to herself as Queer, respectfully turned to Yang Zhen, bowed deeply, and humbly said, “Young Master, you are right. The Beiqi Clan’s luck is exhausted and even the wisest among us are unable to determine the reason. The Beiqi Clan was a Demonic Race the world wishes to eliminate. All our misfortune, our people attribute it as the will of the gods. Hate for humans deepened and the number of ancestral spirits in the Soul Tomb increased.”

Queer gave a bitter smile and snickered softly, saying, “The young master’s words resonated deeply within me. You are obviously unlike ordinary people. If you can save the Beiqi Clan, Queer is willing to serve you in this life and the next as repayment for your kindness.”

Boom!

Even underground, a thunder crackled in mid-air. This deafening sound left Yang Zhen shocked and Queer frightened. The spirits of Beiqi ancestors beyond the restriction trembled in fear.

Yang Zhen was suddenly enlightened. So, these creatures were afraid of thunder, huh?

Boom!

Another earth-shaking noise echoed. Not sure if it was because of the thunder, but the spirits outside became crazed, their violent energy smashing into the restriction. It trembled and crumbled almost immediately.

“Young master, quickly run!”

Both Yang Zhen and Queer’s faces turned pale. Sensing the dark, evil energy pervading all around them, Queer shouted and, with a pale face, leaped towards Yang Zhen, intending to push him outside the restriction.

The sacrifice involving living beings usually involved an element of yang energy.

As a human with pure Three-Yang energy, these confused spirits had no resistance to such an energy. Upon seeing Yang Zhen, they charged at him.

“Damn it, don’t come over here. If you dare approach, this Sao Saint here won’t show mercy,” Yang Zhen shouted at the numerous spirits, after stumbling from Queer’s push. He then looked at the panicked Queer in confusion.

Clearly, Queer had no intention of leaving alive once the restrictions were lifted. Upon seeing that Yang Zhen had not fled, she looked at him with an expression of panic. “Young Master,” she told him, “these spirits crave the Three-Yang energy. When Queer ignites the Three-Yang, you… you must escape.”

Yang Zhen opened his mouth to respond, but Queer didn’t give him a chance. She gave a lamentful laugh and said, “Queer knows that if Young Master can get in, he definitely has a way out. The Heart of Heaven and Earth is not easy to refine. Throughout history, countless members of the Beiqi clan died during the refining process. However…”

As Queer’s face became even paler, she suddenly smiled and continued, “Young Master, if you manage to escape, you must find a way to save the Beiqi Clan. We Beiqi don’t have big ambitions. Throughout history, all we wanted was a place in the world where we can live peacefully.”

Yang Zhen watched as the spirits got closer. He shook his head and said, “Let’s discuss this later. The person who will save the Beiqi Clan isn’t me, but you!”

Que’er shook her head and said, “It’s too late now. The Soul Tomb has already erupted. How could I, Que’er, possibly escape under thousands of souls? My lord, remember this: if one day you wish to refine the Heart of Heaven and Earth, you must always stay true to your original intention — the one you had when you first began cultivating!”

With that, Que’er smiled, took a deep breath, and said to Yang Zhen, “This is how I, Que’er, repay your kindness. My lord, I will repay your enlightenment in my next life.”

“Is there no way to break through these souls?” Yang Zhen, looking at the thousands of souls rushing towards him, couldn’t help but feel a chill running down his spine.

Que’er shook her head again and said, “Unless there is a power of heavenly punishment here, otherwise, no one can prevent the explosion of the Soul Tomb.”

“Damn it, guess I’ll have to find some thunder-attribute martial skills to practice in the future.”

With a sigh, Yang Zhen thought, ‘It’s always a case of there being not enough skills when you need them.’

Que’er saw that Yang Zhen was hesitant to leave. A resolute look flashed across her face as she muttered to herself, “Even if there’s only a one in ten thousand chance, still I pray to the heavens, please let the lord rescue the Beiqi Clan from this crisis.”

Saying this, Que’er suddenly closed her eyes.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Buzz!

A terrifying aura emanated from Que’er. Just as she was about to ignite the Three-Yang Fire, she suddenly heard a loud curse.

“Damn you, heaven!”

Yang Zhen was cursing wildly, waist clenched, glaring at the sky and shouting, “Damn, I’ve had enough of your arrogance. Come on, come on, I, Sao Saint am standing right here. If you dare, bring down a heavenly punishment, no, bring down a dozen, let’s see if I, the Sao Saint can’t shatter you, you son of a bitch by a single punch?”

Rumble, rumble!

Suddenly a deafening thunder roared from the empty sky!

Que’er’s baffled face went blank as she opened her eyes and even forgot to ignite the Three-Yang Fire. Staring open-mouthed, she looked at Yang Zhen, utterly astonished.

This woman was clearly spooked, as was Yang Zhen. Where had she seen such outrageous behavior?

Yang Zhen had no thunder-attribute cultivation method. The only thing he had that was remotely related to thunder was probably the Dragon Elephant Prison Body.

But the Dragon Elephant Prison Body couldn’t be of any use at this moment. Those lost souls just stood in place, and no matter how hard he tried to smash them with his fists, he couldn’t kill a single one.

Seeing Yang Zhen still cursing and clenching his waist, under Que’er’s astonished gaze, she suddenly reacted and cried out, “My lord, this is not acceptable. You’re being disrespectful to the heavens and earth, and this will incur heavenly wrath. Why… why are you doing this!”

Yang Zhen smirked, burst into laughter, and said, “Let the heavenly punishment come! I, the Sao Saint, am doing this exactly to draw out the heavenly punishments, to see if they can break this shitty Soul Tomb.”

With that, Yang Zhen, lifted his head towards the sky and raised his middle finger, “Unsolved secrets of the universe? Cataclysm of heaven and earth? Three hundred and sixty Heavenly Tribulations? Screw you! Insult your mother?”

Boom!

A resonant thunderclap that echoed through the heavens and earth came. The entire underground space was illuminated by endless lightning.

“Holy crap, it’s really happening, haha…” One man, one sword, wild and arrogant, Yang Zhen was over the moon as he watched the stormy sky.

Que’er stared blankly at the ferocious Tribulation Clouds in the sky, her pretty face devoid of all color.

This… was a man who dared to curse heavens!