When the vast sea ran wild, a hero's true colors emerged.
Tianlu, the Ancestor God known as wielding the strongest killing sword, had actually been grievously wounded by Shen Yun in a single exchange. Even his natal artifact had been snapped in two, its spirituality utterly extinguished.
Such a record could be called heaven-shaking and ghost-weeping. Even if history opened a page for him alone, it would struggle to describe his towering grandeur.
"How... could such a monster exist in this world?!"
Zhenyu Ancestor God muttered in horror. Those broad, powerful hands of his could not stop themselves from trembling slightly.
He suddenly recalled what had happened moments ago. When Shen Yun had openly challenged them, Jiemie Immortal King had strangely remained silent. Compared with his usual overbearing arrogance, it was like he had become a completely different person.
"Even Jiemie cannot defeat this junior?"
At that thought, Zhenyu Ancestor God's heart sank. He immediately roared, "Tianlu, Wuxiang, join forces with me! We must not let him break us one by one!"
With merely one sword, he had blasted apart a Chaos Divine Artifact and torn open an Immortal King's body.
If the other side caught an opening, how could that possibly end well?
The two Ancestor Gods exchanged a glance. With almost no hesitation, they flashed to Zhenyu Ancestor God's sides, forming horns against one another.
"A smart man."
Shen Yun swept his gaze over them and said unhurriedly, "Unfortunately, it is already too late! What use are three sickly wretches gathered together?"
"Three?!"
Hearing this, Zhenyu Ancestor God's mind shook violently. He roared in alarm, "Wuxiang, be careful! Quickly guard your natal Primordial Spirit!"
His voice exploded like thunder, spreading across the battlefield in an instant, yet it was ultimately one step too late.
Wuxiang Ancestor God had