Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 66 – Chapter 66: Chapter 066:1 Really Want to Sing

Chapter 66: Chapter 066:1 Really Want to Sing

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Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, Hua Youyue who was on the Cloud Platform curled her lips into a beautiful curve and curiously observed Yang Zhen's bizarre antics.

The withered monk and the middle-aged scholar couldn't take it any longer. Their faces looked as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a dead fly that had melted in their mouths, leaving them unable to spit it out.

The other observers' gazes were dim, their eyes twitching as they looked at Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, and couldn't help but show expressions of pity.

It was so pitiful. Though the two were talents that only arose once in a hundred years, such talents also required a growth process. The fact that they could enter the eighth level already surprised everyone.

But now, even though they could enter the eighth level, they could only sit cross-legged there, struggling to maintain their composure, resisting the wave after wave of violent Spirit Soul suppression until they broke out in a cold sweat.

Then there was Yang Zhen – this bastard was as comfortable on the eighth level as if he were in his own house, no, as if he were on his own bed. He was even casually stretching his arms and legs and performing some difficult gymnastic moves, showing off brazenly.

Yun lie's face was changing colors, his eyes twitching non-stop. He frowned, closed his eyes, and continuously recited scriptures with his hands clasped together.

Zeng Bishu was worse. He didn't know any scriptures, so he just stared at Yang Zhen with bloodshot eyes, wishing he could rush up and die together with Yang Zhen.

But he dared not, for sure every move he made now would be in vain. His unstable state of mind and the pressure on his Spirit Soul may cause him to spit blood and get thrown out by the formation, which would make him lose face enormously.

Princess Changyang and others who had a decent relationship with Yang Zhen all stared at him open-mouthed, their eyes revealing an expression of 'I knew it'.

With Yang Zhen's bastardly nature, how could he tolerate being mocked by so many people for such a long time?

Indeed, hell indeed hath no fury!

Yang Zhen, one should leave a way out to meet each other in the future, you…” Zeng Bishu could not hold back any longer and spoke harshly, but he was interrupted by Yang Zhen halfway through.

Yang Zhen was startled and hastily waved his hand, “Stop! Who said anything about the future? Let's each go our own way. I don't want to see you again!” Upon hearing these words, Zeng Bishu stood dumbfounded with wide eyes, his face turning redder and redder, and he couldn't help it and blood stained his lips.

All the practitioners there were speechless and looked at Yang Zhen together.

Their eyes flashed strange colors, their faces were red, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

They were not angry, but were scared by Yang Zhen's outrageous words.

In terms of rebuttal, Yang Zhen was indeed the best. He could easily say such words, which were simply unstoppable.

A hint of laughter also flashed across Hua Youyue's face. She gave Yang Zhen an exasperated look and slowly sat down in her seat.

Zeng Bishu spitting blood caused a commotion, but unbelievably, he managed to pull back his nearly collapsing Spirit Soul under control. He actually held back!

Yang Zhen tsked in admiration and gave Zeng Bishu a thumbs up, “Amazing, amazing! You can hold back despite all this. Truly remarkable! Regrettably, I can t do that…because I am not under any pressure at all!”

Everyone looked stunned and their faces were filled with absurdity.

Forget about Zeng Bishu, even the others were quite overwhelmed by Yang Zhen's words. They really shouldn't let him talk, his words could literally infuriate people to death.

Zeng Bishu tried his best to control the turmoil inside his body, his face turned as red as a monkey's butt. He stared fiercely at Yang Zhen, his face full of resentment.

Yun lie's chanting got louder, and faster. He trembled and pulled out a string of Buddhist beads from his bosom, which actually surprised Yang Zhen for a moment:

“Do lamas also use monk's rosary beads?”

Crack!

The rosary broke, and the beads fell on the stone slab, making a crisp sound. Yang Zhen let out an “oops,” and said, “Sorry, didn't mean it. oh, I really want to sing a song now.”

“Shut up!” Both of them shouted at the same time. Even Liang Qiushui who stood behind the cursed, trembled, and stared at Yang Zhen in despair.

His words were unbearable enough, and now he wanted to sing a song?

Yang Zhen seemed to ignore the crowd's gaze. He stood up and turned around, leaving behind a lonely and desolate figure.

Being an expert is lonely, here is a song Slim…no, here's 'Ten Rings' for everyone!”

Yang Zhen had his left hand behind his back and held his right hand up as a mic, followed by a cough. He ignored the increasingly heavy breath in the audience, opened his mouth and began to sing, “Ahhh, Nine Rings, you have one more ring than Eight Rings…”

On the Cloud Platform, Hua Youyue's body tightened, and she gave Yang Zhen a bitter smile.

“How outrageous, completely outrageous!”

“Shut up, you boastful youngster, what kind of song is this, it's… it's just awful!”

The balding monk and middle-aged gentleman suddenly stood up, their veins throbbing.

“What a lousy song.”

Pfft, I can't take it. This song must be poisonous, what's with the nine rings, ten rings!”

“What?” Someone exclaimed, “Look quickly, Yang Zhen actually entered the ninth ring, no, the ninth level!”

“He really went in, what Cultivation Method has Yang Zhen practiced, since when did Changyue Tower have such a terrifying soul tempering method?”

“Nine… nine levels?”

Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu looked horrified, their eyes wide open. They just saw Yang Zhen hopping around within the ninth level, as if testing whether he was comfortable or not.

But who tests like that?

Isn't everyone else carefully stepping in and then gently stabilizing their spirit?

But Yang Zhen, on the other hand, not only leapt about to test the space, but he also went back to the eighth level, brought his legs together and jumped back in, acting as if the pressure was too light.

After some disappointment, Yang Zhen turned his head and said to Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, “No need to watch, you guys won't be able to learn it. This basic operation of spirit soul training is not something you ordinary people can learn.”

Pfft!

Pfft!

Two splatters of fresh blood sprayed into the air. Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu simultaneously spat it out.

So that's how it feels to be disregarded as common disciples?

Ahh, so unwilling!

Whoosh, whoosh. The sounds of piercing through the air echoed, Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu flew out simultaneously. It's not that they didn't want to see Yang Zhen anymore, but their state of mind was shattered, causing them to be ejected by the formation.

Yang Zhen stretched his neck to watch them and loudly said, “Hang in there, you two. Don't pass out. You haven't seen me enter the tenth level yet!”

Pfft!

Pfft!

Again, two sprays of fresh blood, this time, they sprayed it in mid-air, which made the scene look somewhat more spectacular.

“Yang Zhen, we will never be on the same side!”

“Yang Zhen, if I don't kill you in this life, I, Yun Jie, swear I will never become a Buddha!”

“Can a lama also become a Buddha?” Yang Zhen tirelessly added to his daily knowledge.

Thud!

The response he got was a dull thud, the two of them fell to the ground simultaneously, only creating a single noise.

Yang Zhen curled his lips and directed his gaze at Liang Qiushui.

Liang Qiushui shuddered all over, wearing a horrified expression, she said,

“You… what are you going to do?”

The side's Junior Sister, Shi Feixue, looked pitifully at Yang Zhen and blushing said, “Yang Zhen, can you… can you spare the Senior Sister Liang?”

“Junior Sister, keep your mouth shut!” Liang Qiushui's face turned cold and she scolded Shi Feixue.

Yang Zhen came to Shi Feixue's side, squatted down and watched the round-faced, bashful little girl, and said, “Does this evil woman always bully you?”

Shi Feixue hesitated to speak.

Yang Zhen looked at Shi Feixue and said, “You must tell the truth. Otherwise, I will throw her out.”

Shi Feixue stole a glance at Liang Qiushui and softly said with her lips bitten, “Yes!”

“You!” Liang Qiushui shook all over with anger..

Chapter end