The cold wind abruptly stopped, dark clouds hung low, and the vast Profound Ice Platform fell silent, like the calm before a storm.
Shen Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his sharply defined face utterly expressionless. No one could read what he was thinking.
"I can't sense his aura at all. This man is no trifling matter."
An invisible pressure bore down on him, and Duanmu Tong suddenly realized that the Shen Yun before him was the strongest opponent he had ever faced.
The feeling was so intense that even his heart began to race.
"It's him! This is the real Shen Yun!"
Shen Qiu murmured as if in a dream, staring blankly at Shen Yun as the figure in his mind—one capable of anything—merged with the man before him.
That familiar awe surged through him again. Shen Qiu could not help lowering his head, only to discover that his hands were trembling uncontrollably.
No matter how unwilling Shen Qiu was to admit it, the person he had admired most since childhood had always been Shen Yun.
Only after time had passed did he suddenly realize that what he called seeing through someone was nothing more than self-righteousness.
Before cultivating immortality, seeing him was like a frog at the bottom of a well seeing the bright moon.
After cultivating immortality, seeing him was like a mayfly gazing at the blue sky.
When the command to begin the match rang out, the winds and clouds suddenly shifted!
Shen Yun moved with the momentum, appearing before Duanmu Tong in the blink of an eye like a roaming dragon.
He was the first today, and likely the only one, who dared to launch an attack against Duanmu Tong.
Shen Yun held two fingers together like a sword and slashed