When he attacked just now, Ye Tian had unleashed a powerful immortal sword art.
His Sword Dao Cultivation had reached the very limit of the Heavenly Venerate Realm.
Such swordsmanship was enough to offset the gap in cultivation between the two.
Under such circumstances, Wu Daoyun had been struck by the sword yet remained completely unharmed. That was absolutely abnormal.
Even ordinary body cultivators did not possess such terrifying defenses. He might even have been approaching the level of an Immortal Emperor.
That was the Immortal Emperor level.
Wu Daoyun, his entire body wreathed in terrifying blood aura, threw back his head and laughed.
Smug and unrestrained, he said:
"Why do you think I didn't care about being plotted against and targeted by you?
Why didn't I set up the best possible restrictions?
Because there was no need. I have already obtained the strongest power and become an undying, imperishable existence.
I have transcended death. My body is comparable to a divine weapon or treasure—immortal arts cannot harm it, blades and swords cannot destroy it.
You're just mid Heavenly Venerate trash.
Even if I stood still, scum like you couldn't harm a single hair on my body!"
Looking at Wu Daoyun's self-intoxicated expression, Ye Tian snapped his fingers. "God Slaying Sword!"
Then, nearly a tenth of the spiritual energy within his body vanished.
An incomparable streak of sword light shot out in an instant.
If Wu Daoyun had fully extended his divine sense and reacted in time, he might have been able to evade this sword.
But because he possessed supreme demonic arts, Wu Daoyun had not been vigilant or guarded against it at all.
By the time he thought to defend himself, he had already been struck.
This sword was simply that fast, that sharp.
Yet even so, Wu