He Was Still Holding Back

Beneath the four towering peaks.

Li Shan led the Three Immortals Sect disciples as they instinctively held their breath.

They watched the figure wreathed in immortal light. Senior Brother Shen Yi stood suspended in the heavens. The endless black clouds no longer churned and roiled, instead transforming into an empty, tranquil cosmos. With a long spear in hand, he looked like the sovereign of this world.

He was clearly no longer using his Golden Immortal cultivation to bully the younger generation. He had entered a battle between equals, and his opponent was even one of the foremost Great Freedom Bodhisattvas.

Yet the aura of the Three Immortals Sect's chief disciple had not diminished in the slightest. Compared to the previous battle, it was even more overwhelming.

The Bodhi Sect's every effort to force him into the fray seemed to have stripped the scabbard from a sharp sword.

As soon as Senior Brother stood there, boundless edge radiated from him, making people's eyes ache just from looking.

"Hmm?"

The Eastern Pole Emperor raised his brows. He had never expected Shen Yi to give him another surprise.

Although Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva had acted too hastily in order to silence the crowd and deny the Three Immortals Sect any chance to back out, charging in barehanded without preparation and suffering no small loss against Shen Yi's array of spiritual treasures.

But one must not forget that Shen Yi had not chosen the method of battle most commonly used by cultivators either. He had given Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva a chance to clash head-on.

To grievously wound that monk with a single blow under such circumstances was already enough to demonstrate the young man's formidable strength.

When the Eastern Pole Emperor had stepped forward for him earlier, he had felt somewhat stifled at having been