Smack! Smack! Smack!
Right in front of Li Yun.
The three Profound Venerables—Lu Xiu, Bai Dao, and Qishan—had gone pale, trembling all over and drenched in sweat, as though they had fallen into a deep pool. Endless terror filled their eyes.
For a moment, they could not withstand that invisible yet immense fear, and all dropped to their knees.
Profound Venerables.
They were dignified Profound Venerables, yet fear had driven them all to kneel before one man.
And they were the Profound Venerables of the Immortal Hall, who had always been regarded as audacious beyond measure, shouting day and night about slaying immortals and taking immortal slaying as their goal.
If one had not seen it with their own eyes, who could have believed it?
If the other members of the Immortal Slaying Hall had seen this scene, their worldview would probably have shattered, and they would have felt as though the sky itself had collapsed.
Yet Li Yun was not surprised in the slightest.
Everyone feared death.
There were no exceptions.
As living beings, fear of death had long been etched into their bones as a kind of gene, a kind of instinct.
Only those supported by extraordinary conviction could possibly overcome that instinct, bury their fear deep in their hearts, and face death as though returning home.
But Lu Xiu, Bai Dao, and Qishan were clearly not such people.
From the moment Li Yun learned that they had treated members of the Immortal Slaying Hall as materials, intending to use them to forge their own path to supremacy, he had known they were not that kind of people.
Their fear of those Immortal Beings on the Immortal Realm Continent ran deeper than anyone else's. Their cultivation was merely high enough for them to conceal it well.
Now, as