Can You Hide from the Great Calamity, but Can You Hide from Me?

At this point, even the Eastern Pole Emperor could only suppress his thoughts for the time being.

Everyone fell silent and focused their full attention on this place.

In truth, even the Three Immortals Sect disciples had only a vague understanding of Shen Yi's actual strength. This chief disciple had certainly amassed many shocking achievements—for instance, narrowly defeating three cultivators of the same realm, including You Yao, and slaying over a thousand monks in the battle at Nanping Prefecture.

Yet the former had been obscured by the Taixu realm, and no one knew exactly what had happened inside. The latter might have seemed numerous, but most had been Arhats. The five Bodhisattvas were all cultivators of the Six-Six Transformations. It could only be called ferocious and ruthless; as for strength, quite a few personal disciples could accomplish the same.

Now that he faced a third-grade perfected Bodhisattva of Southern Sumeru, everyone believed Shen Yi would win. But whether he could crush his opponent with the overwhelming dominance worthy of his reputation remained unknown.

"..."

The monk of Sky-Hanging Mountain had intended to imitate the second cultivator Shen Yi had faced: calmly wait for Shen Yi to attack, find a flaw, then strike back.

Yet he had not expected Shen Yi not to move at all, simply hovering silently in the air.

As time passed, the pressure in his heart doubled and redoubled, until even his fingertips began to tremble almost imperceptibly.

That was the power of a resounding reputation.

He could not wait any longer!

The lean, dark-skinned monk feared that if this continued, before his opponent revealed a flaw, he himself would first lose the courage to strike.

He bent low again and let out a hoarse growl.

The Golden Body Dharma Aspect behind him made a similar motion.