The expressions of Wei Yi and Yin Changhe, standing beneath the tree in the courtyard, instantly turned incomparably ugly.
The same thing had already happened once, yet when that Sword Cultivator bearing Innate Sword Intent was killed by Senior Shan a second time, they had still clung to a measure of hope.
Since killing him once had not worked—
then what if twice would?
But as Chen Yan appeared once more before the gate of that plain little courtyard, the two Divine Ability Realm cultivators felt their illusions utterly shatter.
The same went for Shan Chong, who stood above the heavens, his voice heard but his figure unseen.
He had entered the Void Return Realm countless tens of thousands of years ago. Along the long Path of Immortality, Shan Chong had long since lost count of how many ants of the Below Immortal Realm he had killed.
Yet this was the first time Shan Chong had encountered such a thing.
There was actually someone in this world who could not be killed!
Many guesses arose in Shan Chong's heart. Could it be some kind of puppet art, a magic treasure, or even an immortal artifact?
Yet Shan Chong felt that none of those seemed right.
Because the Karma threads of the young Sword Cultivator before him, clad in an ink-black Daoist robe, existed entirely independently.
Moreover, he possessed a complete primary Spiritual Sense, and even his Martial Spring, sea of qi, and meridians were all intact...
Why!
Why, exactly, could this person not be killed?
Chen Yan stood at the courtyard gate with a longsword in his arms, an unhurried smile on his face.
"Senior Shan, you've already killed me twice, haven't you?"
Whether above the heavens or within the courtyard, everything was utterly silent.
Then Chen Yan took another