Insolence!
What kind of contempt and provocation was this?
After cultivating in seclusion within Cold Palace Grotto-Heaven for decades, Yue Gongqi had successfully sealed Han Ancestor within himself. He possessed Holy Ancestor's Power and wielded the Extinguishing Dao Profound Ruler. He did not dare claim to be invincible beneath the heavens, but at the very least, no one below the Ancestor God Realm should still dare spout such grandiose nonsense before him.
Shen Yi of the Three Realms—so what? He wielded the mighty Overlord—so what!
He had defeated three mere ancient sword cultivators and one Buddhist Sect Holy Emperor in an instant. Yue Gongqi could replicate such a record himself.
How had it come to this? This man actually dared bark wildly and act so arrogantly before him, talking about "one move" and "counting to three"? In that instant, the last trace of wariness in Han Ancestor's heart was washed away by fury. The Extinguishing Dao Profound Ruler in his hand gave a light tremble as he laughed angrily.
"A frog at the bottom of a well—how could it know the height of the sky and the vastness of the sea?!"
Whoosh.
The wind stirred softly.
The moment his words fell, Shen Yi, who stood not far away with the Overlord in hand, said nothing at all. He became an afterimage, his true body already charging forward with staff in hand.
Han Ancestor's spine went numb. He found it difficult to adjust to such a battle rhythm.
He had even left Shen Yi time to "count," inwardly preparing to unleash a spiritual technique.
At the very least, shouldn't you have had another line or two to say? Who would have thought that this muscle-brained giant would count silently, too lazy to show even a little more of his pride and