Trembling with fear, as though treading on thin ice.
These eight words perfectly described Jun Ling Yuan's state of mind at this moment.
"Mystic Immortal... This little wretch is actually only a Mystic Immortal!"
He clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks twisted from the strain, his gaze nailed firmly onto the Creation Green Lotus.
In an instant, he recalled a rumor: the Reincarnation Immortal King had vanished from sight in order to temper Shen Yun into a sharp sword, one he would someday use to settle old accounts with the Jiemie Immortal King.
At first, Jun Ling Yuan had taken it all as a joke.
What kind of figure was the Jiemie Immortal King? He was an immortal Supreme Being who had stood at the pinnacle since the dawn of heaven and earth.
Even at his peak, Jun Ling Yuan had been no more than a slightly larger ant before him; a single finger was enough to inflict Body and Soul Annihilation upon him.
A mere young junior dared dream of contending with that Supreme Being? It was simply Tang Bi Dang Che—like a mantis raising its arms against a cart—utterly unaware of its own limits.
Yet when his gaze fell upon Shen Yun, Jun Ling Yuan had no choice but to admit—perhaps there truly were monsters in this world capable of overtaking those before them, possessing the potential to slay gods.
At the edge of the battlefield, the Heavenly Prides watching on were completely dumbfounded as well.
"A... a Mystic Immortal cultivation, striking head-on against a Daluo Golden Immortal? Have I fallen under an illusion?"
The entire crowd stood agape. Their threshold for shock had been ruthlessly shattered once more, leaving their minds utterly blank.
They rubbed their eyes and checked again and again, but nothing