Autumn Wind Sweeps Fallen Leaves! Peaks gathered like a crowd, waves roared in fury.
When Shen Yun lowered his gaze, the entire Shattering Void Demon Tomb fell as silent as a grave. No one in the whole venue dared meet his eyes. One after another, they lowered their heads and reined in their auras to the utmost.
Who was Wusheng Immortal Venerable?
He was the heir personally chosen by the Jiemie Immortal King, an ancient giant who stood at the Peering into Truth realm.
Compared to him, even the heads of the great immortal sects were no more than stars beside a bright moon, utterly beyond comparison.
Yet such a World-Shaking Expert had been nothing but worthless trash before Shen Yun. Before even the Immortal King mark could unleash its might, he had been slain on the spot without the slightest power to resist.
Such heaven-shaking cultivation was rare even across the long river of history. Every person capable of replicating it was a true immortal legend.
"It's over. It's all over now!"
The generals of the Sin Battalion looked as though their parents had died, so stunned that they did not even notice their weapons falling to the ground.
Once news of the Eldest Young Master's death reached the Wusheng Realm, what awaited them would surely be the Jiemie Immortal King's towering fury. Even if they survived today by sheer luck, their final fate would still be death—perhaps even extermination of their nine clans!
What was more, with their meager cultivation, what could they possibly use to contend against a ruthless man like Shen Yun? It was simply a black comedy.
"His combat power has already surpassed the Peering into Truth domain... If no Immortal King emerges, who can contend with him?"
Feng Cangming's face was as still as