Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Yang Zhen’s injuries weren’t serious. Given his character, it would have been impossible for Lin Tianli to strike him where he should not have been struck. At that moment, all the penetrative injuries on his body were either on thick- skinned areas or on places like the shoulder blade which were capable of ‘locking swords’, nareas that were so tough, a sword stuck in them could hardly be pulled out.

Moreover, Yang Zhen’s physique at that time was like a ferocious beast. Haven’t you heard that a beast can’t be killed with just a couple of stab wounds?

Green glows emanated continuously from Yang Zhen’s body. His wounds quickly stopped bleeding, leaving onlookers dumbfounded.

“Can this… Is this guy unkillable?”

“Not unkillable, he astonishingly managed to evade the critical areas with every strike. To be able to do so under such circumstances, Yang Zhen truly is horrifyingly formidable.”

“Lin Tianli’s sword skills are unsurpassed among the younger generation. Now he’s tragically died under a slab of blue stone, truly… terrifying.”

“That’s a tile, not a slab!”

“What Yang Zhen did wasn’t brute force. Haven’t you noticed? He’s been controlling the rhythm of the fight from the beginning. Lin Tianli fell into his calculations from the start.”

“He’s horrifyingly formidable!”

All the people were whispering among themselves, but no matter what was said, their horrified glances at Yang Zhen never changed. Even practitioners who still had some plans about the Heavenly Destiny Spring, by this time, had abandoned all ideas.

What a joke! Who would dare provoke such a fearless man who, using just a tile, ruthlessly killed Lin Tianli?

It was already good enough that Yang Zhen wasn’t picking on others. This was the fastest consensus reached in the Spirit Road. Everyone exchanged glances, seeing obvious signs of wanting to keep their distance from Yang Zhen in each other’s eyes.

After hearing Yang Zhen’s words, Hua Youyue froze for a moment before nodding and saying, “Okay, I’mwithyou!”

Yang Zhen looked at Hua Youyue until she seemed somewhat uncomfortable and looked away. Then he chuckled and pinched her nose, saying, “Wait for me down there, I’ll be right back!”

Hua Youyue was taken aback, then turned her gaze to Yang Zhen and said, “Be careful! This Golden Crow contains a powerful lightning and fire force. If you can absorb it, it might cause a change in your spirit root, condensing it into a Heavenly Destiny Spirit Root.”

Warmth surged in Yang Zhen’s heart as he looked at Hua Youyue, “Is this what you came for, those three times?”

Hua Youyue smiled faintly and nodded, slowly saying, “Yes, but none of them were successful. The steps have an inexplicable forbidden art that can restrain the True Essence within the human body. Ascending using just physical strength… It’s too hard!”

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, wiped the scab on his wound which caused a large piece to fall off. This surprised Hua Youyue, and she gently touched Yang Zhen’s smooth skin, and exclaimed, “Your wound… Is it healed?”

“Not quite!” Yang Zhen grimaced in pain, saying, “It hurts a bit!”

Hua Youyue looked at him accusingly and said, “You are too reckless!”

Yang Zhen roared with laughter, turned around, and said, “I’m going to see what that thing is!”

With this, under many watchful eyes, Yang Zhen step by step, walked towards the stone steps.

All were curiously watching Yang Zhen, especially the Hongluan Spiritual Girl. Her eyebrows slightly frowned as she asked, “This mountain gate, why haven’t we seen it before?”

Xiu’er shook her head and said, “Significant changes occur in the Spirit Road every year. This is why it has remained prosperous for so many years. This mountain gate… It must have just appeared!”

The Hongluan Spiritual Girl nodded, watching Yang Zhen’s increasingly difficult steps, said with some concern, “Yang Zhen is injured, I don’t know if he can make it!”

“I think he can!” Xiu’er said, with determination in her eyes.

“Why?”

Xiu’er glanced at the Hongluan Spiritual Girl, and said, “Intuition, a woman’s intuition!”

The Hongluan Spiritual Girl laughed, turning her gaze, a particular interest flashed across her eyes.

At this moment, Yang Zhen had already reached the highest place where Hua Youyue and Lin Tianli had previously stood, his face looked heavy.

“No wonder!”

Yang Zhen murmured to himself, feeling the powerful forces pressing down on him like a mountain, trying to push him back down the steps.

If it was merely the pressure, it wouldn’t make it so difficult for him, but what really surprised Yang Zhen was that this force wasn’t always in effect, but rather came in rushes, just like the Heaven and Earth Fetal Breathing he had sensed from afar, wave after wave hitting him. This was quite deadly.

Under such conditions, no one could afford to be careless, or they would be blown away by this force.

Meanwhile, wild lightning and fire forces surged from all directions. Every cell in Yang Zhen’s body seemed to expand and eagerly absorb them.

This thunder and fire energy was very pure, like the most primitive essence of the universe.

“What a great thing, but I wonder if that Golden Crow can eat it!”

Yang Zhen marveled, and just as he finished speaking, he was taken aback when the golden crow suddenly shone brightly, its golden gleaming thunder surged violently, and it was struck by thunder.

Struck by thunder?

Next moment, something that left Yang Zhen dumbfounded happened. The golden crow kept getting struck by the thunder, as if it had committed major sins in its past life. In the split second when Yang Zhen got stunned, over a hundred bolts of thunder had struck the golden crow’s body.

Bang!

With a dull noise, the golden crow burst apart, making Yang Zhen cringe. He was about to swear when a figure that Yang Zhen was very familiar with suddenly jumped out from the smoky and foggy cloud.

Crowned in red, wrapped in colorful wings, he was an extravagantly… big rooster?

A beautiful rooster marched proudly, hopped three feet high, and landed on the toes of a statue of a war god nearby, staring vigilantly at Yang Zhen.

“Not tasty!”

Not tasty?

Upon hearing these three words, Yang Zhen doubted his hearing, wondering if he was still dreaming and not fully awake.

A rooster was talking!

“Motherfucker, that wretch cat! A rooster is talking!”

Seeing Yang Zhen’s flabbergasted face, everyone else was bewildered and rolled their eyes at Yang Zhen together.

One could talk if it was a wretched cat, so why couldn’t a big rooster?

“What?” The wretch cat’s voice suddenly resounded, sounding even more surprised than Yang Zhen, and shrieked, “A rooster talks? You must have misheard, dammit, what’s the world coming to, a chicken can talk now?”

“Who says not?” Yang Zhen shookhis head, profoundly surprised.

Everyone else:

For God’s sake, these two idiots, if a cat can talk, why can’t a chicken?

Everyone appeared bewildered while Yang Zhen and the wretched cat, seeming oblivious to everyone else’s reactions, were staring wide-eyed at the proud rooster.

The wretched cat looked around curiously and pointed at the rooster, saying, “Kid, this thing is so arrogant. It’s disrespectfully squinting at us!”

Yang Zhen chuckled and replied discontentedly, “Ignorance is really scary. Of course it squints. Have you ever seen a chicken that looked at people squarely?” “True!”

The big rooster suddenly spoke up, looking at the wretched cat dismissively, as arrogantly as a phoenix.

The wretched cat’s eyes got bigger and bigger. Just as he was about to badmouth the rooster, Yang Zhen marveled, “However, this Sao Saint also thinks that this thing is way too cocky, even more cocky than me, really at the pinnacle of flirtiness. Wretch cat, what do you think the most delicious way to eat it would be?”

When he heard the word “eat,” the wretch cat’s eyes lit up, and he drooled, suggesting, “Howabout…steaming it?”

“Look at your lack of ambition!” Yang Zhen sneered, saying, “Whether it’s Kung Pao chicken, hot pot chicken, beggar’s chicken, big plate chicken, Kentucky chicken or the one in Orleans flavor, let me think…I think saliva chicken would be good.”

Whoosh!

The wretch cat’s drool splattered everywhere.

The big rooster got startled, retreated two steps, and stared at Yang Zhen and the wretch cat cautiously; then it turned around and ran off:

“Not tasty!”

“Damn it, catch that flirtatious chicken!”

The wretch cat ran up the stairs with a whoosh, all his swagger in full view, not flustered at all, which took everyone by surprise.

“What…what the hell kind of cat is this!”

“First Yang Zhen is a demon, and now even a cat is this powerful. Has the prohibition on the steps disappeared?”