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Chapter 960: Chapter 987 We Can Hardly Keep Up the Pretense! (Second Update)

Chapter 960: Chapter 987 We Can Hardly Keep Up the Pretense! (Second Update)

Facing the laughter of many practitioners, the Second Elder’s old face turned completely black. Even Valley Granny and Huo Lian, the two Half-step Great Saints couldn’t help but suppress their mirth, the recitation stumbling a bit, evidently trying to hold back their discomfort.

However, although the four Half-step Great Saints were in a somewhat awkward and embarrassing position, none of them got angry. After all, it was a spell cast by a Saint Realm powerhouse, and a senior at that. What’s wrong with a senior playing a joke on their juniors?

What’s wrong with a senior from the Saint Realm making a joke?

It was an honor!

The Second Elder coldly looked around at the group of practitioners. These were all scoundrels who had come to enjoy the spectacle, having no hope whatsoever of obtaining the inheritance within the spell, only fit to stand aside and laugh.

I look down on you all!

As for Yang Zhen, although the spell was broken with his help, no one believed he would receive the inheritance; in the hands of the four Half-step Great Saints, there was not a single person present who could lay a finger on the inheritance of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.

When the four of them obtained the inheritance, none of the people present, including Yang Zhen, would be able to laugh anymore. If anyone still dared to laugh then, it wouldn’t just be their life on the line, but their cultivation path as well.

Huo Lian snorted coldly, waiting for the spell to break.

Yet, after a long wait, the spell continued to unravel slowly and inexorably. It was as if the embarrassing phrase he had bellowed out, risking reversing his dantian, had no effect whatsoever, which made him suddenly furious, turning to look at Yang Zhen with an unfriendly gaze!

In reality, the Second Elder did not know that the reason his shout had no effect was that Yang Zhen had yet to make any covert moves.

At that moment, Yang Zhen, hiding among the crowd, couldn’t help but feel unable to laugh, having looked in every direction. Up to now, not a single Half-step Great Saint had arrived.

That meant he couldn’t keep up the pretense much longer.

“Damn it, do all these Half-step Great Saints have mines at home? This is the inheritance of a Great Saint. With such an isolated flow of information, how do they survive in this grand era? If no one else shows up, even I, the Sao Saint, won’t be able to keep this act up much longer.”

Yang Zhen murmured under his breath, filled with silent rebukes and also feeling a bit puzzled. Those Half-step Great Saints from other forces shouldn’t have taken this long to arrive; this was somewhat different from what he had anticipated.

Now, no matter what inheritance the Nine Dragons Great Saint had left behind, facing four Half-step Great Saints, Yang Zhen didn’t stand a chance, unless a few more Half-step Great Saints arrived now. As the immortals fought their own battles, Yang Zhen could take advantage of the chaos.

But as he watched the Second Elder inhale deeply into his dantian and bellow that he truly was a big idiot, with still no sign of any Half-step Great Saints, Yang Zhen could only helplessly stamp his foot and break the spell on the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of terrifying rumbles shook the air as all the spells around the Nine Dragons Sparrow Platform boiled over.

Witnessing this scene, everyone present was stunned. Amidst the endless celestial phenomena, violent waves of energy surged forward. It wasn’t just that the four Half-step Great Saints would not let anyone come within half a step of the Nine Dragon Coffin; even if they allowed it, one would have to be alive to enter in the first place.

Everyone was shocked at what was unfolding before them, their faces showing horror as they retreated again and again, only then feeling a sense of safety.

Only at this moment was Yang Zhen almost certain that there was indeed a reason why the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin had chosen White Cloud Mountain as its resting place.

The Nine Dragon Coffin had existed in the Great Nether Purgatory for who knows how many years, with the energy within its spells long since depleted. Upon arriving at the land of the Nine Dragons, it naturally formed a Nine Dragon Pan Array.

The Nine Dragon Pan Array was keyed to the ancient script of the Ale Clan, drawing elemental energy from the heavens and the earth to replenish the energy inside the Nine Dragon Coffin, leading to the scene unraveling before them now.

After the seal was completely broken, the violent energy around the Nine Dragon Coffin surged like a gushing spring well, furiously rushing towards the sky. It clashed with the tempestuous heavenly phenomena above, creating an apocalyptic force.

“It’s open, it’s really open!”

Valley Granny trembled with excitement, her face awash with ecstasy, to the extent that she completely forgot about Yang Zhen and fixated solely on the wild fluctuations of energy before her.

Huo Lian, the Second Elder, and the Third Elder all wore similar expressions of ecstasy on their faces. With no other Half-step Great Saints from different factions arriving, the presence of four from the Great Nether Dynasty virtually ensured that whatever legacy was contained within the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin would undoubtedly fall into their hands.

Everything was progressing exactly as the four had anticipated.

No one else could take possession of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin from their grip; they would feast on its riches, leaving no chance for others present even to sip the broth.

In contrast to the elation of the four Half-step Great Saints, the disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty, witnessing the complete breaking of the seal, all wore solemn expressions, warily eyeing the surrounding practitioners, ready to fight desperately at a moment’s notice.

Clearly, the Great Nether Dynasty had already considered the legacy of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin as their own trophy!

The countless surrounding practitioners revealed crazed looks of greed, but the presence of the four Half-step Great Saints forcibly subdued their desires, restraining them from charging forward.

Yang Zhen, the mean cat, and Han Yan’er exchanged glances and quietly gathered together.

“Damn it, what do we do now?”

The mean cat glanced at the four Half-step Great Saints, aware that even with Yang Zhen’s exceptional talent and numerous methods, it was impossible for him alone to snatch the legacy of the Nine Dragons Great Saint from the clutches of the four saints.

Had all their previous efforts been in vain?

Yang Zhen wore a bitter smile, gritting his teeth as he said, “I have no idea what the other Half-step Great Saints are up to, why none have shown up. I wouldn’t expect the likes of Lu Haike and Yang Sichang, those old guys, but what about the granny from the Heavenly Moon Sacred Land and the group of seemingly virtuous ones from Thousand Yuan Holy Land? Do they run mining operations at home, too indifferent to vie for the legacy of a Great Saint?”

Just then, a loud laugh echoed through the air, causing everyone’s heart to tighten as they turned toward the source of the sound.

Huo Lian, with intense flames enveloping his body, stood before the broken seal and tauntingly addressed the crowd, “I know what you’re all thinking, but I’d advise you to dispense with such hopes early on. Here, only the Half-step Great Saints of the Great Nether Dynasty are present; the saints of other factions are likely too busy to bother coming to White Cloud Mountain anymore.”

As expected!

Upon hearing Huo Lian’s words, everyone’s expression changed.

Yang Zhen cursed under his breath; the Great Nether Dynasty was indeed up to something, and it seemed that hoping for the other Half-step Great Saints was futile.

But… Yang Zhen was having trouble maintaining his facade and desperately needed guidance, who could tell him what to do in such a predicament?

Looking at the four smug Half-step Great Saints, Yang Zhen muttered to himself, “What to do? Asking online, it’s urgent!”