When Yang Zhen brought out his third Dao Mark, the breath of the world suddenly froze, and a terrifying bloody whirlpool appeared mid-air, like a vast ocean fluctuating violently, staining the entire world in blood-red.
Everyone was taken aback, staring at Yang Zhen in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock.
The cowardly cat, who was running away, sensed something wrong. When it looked back, it stumbled a good distance away, screamed, "This is outrageous! You insane boy, the third Dao Mark was in your hands all along yet you didn't bring it earlier...arghh...help, murder...boy, save me, I'm about to die."
Patriarch Wang looked dumbfounded at the two hairs floating on his sword, his eyes filled with horror.
Seizing the opportunity when the cowardly cat was down, he swung his sword with all his might. With a rumbling sound, the ground trembled. The cowardly cat was sent flying hundreds of feet away by the blow, landed unharmed, and continued to run forward, wailing like a ghost.