If Black Bird had used this secret art at full strength, she might truly have threatened Jiang Yun.
But after countless years of imprisonment and torment, she was no longer as formidable as she once had been. That power was nowhere near enough to suppress a Quasi-Immortal Emperor's movements.
"Impossible! A Quasi-Immortal Emperor!"
Shock and disbelief filled Black Bird's voice. Her eyes widened as she stared at Jiang Yun, as though she had witnessed the most impossible thing in the world.
"That's impossible. Even an Emperor Artifact couldn't raise an Immortal King to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm. This is a supreme domain. This is..."
Black Bird's thoughts were in chaos. She had imagined all manner of trump cards Jiang Yun might possess and had even sensed the auras of two Quasi-Emperor Artifacts on him.
She had been certain that even if Jiang Yun had borrowed Quasi-Emperor Artifacts, she could kill him when their powers clashed.
But never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Jiang Yun had truly become a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, standing at the summit of this world.
For an Immortal King to attain the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm was an immense, towering barrier on the long and arduous road of cultivation, one almost impossible to cross.
Its difficulty was terrifying beyond precedent, far greater even than the heavenly chasm between a Quasi-Immortal Emperor and an Immortal Emperor.
As cultivators understood it, such a breakthrough required countless years of accumulation, the tempering of innumerable trials of life and death, and the deepest possible understanding of the Grand Dao of heaven and earth.
And most importantly, how many years had it been?
To Black Bird, so little time could never have given Jiang Yun enough accumulation or opportunity. How could he have leaped into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm?!
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