Since the world's revival, Yang Zhen may not have had much of other things, but he had plenty of heritage. So, when he heard that someone wanted to compete with him in terms of heritage, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Fuck, do they really think I, Sao Saint, am some frog in the well, an ignorant country bumpkin?
Watching five Half-step Great Saints push a young lady to the brink of desperation, Yang Zhen's rage surged upwards. While others might be spurred into rage by a beauty in distress, Yang Zhen was different; he doesn't wear hats, and why should he wait until after a beauty is hurt to become enraged?
Boss Yang was always quick to anger!
A roar, akin to that of a giant Kun, resounded. The Nine Dragon Coffin suddenly erupted in a burst of dazzling golden light, countless bronze chains rattling loudly. Nine bone dragons revived in unison, belting roars toward the heavens, bellowing across the firmament.