Slaying Jin Haoyang with One Strike

At the center of the battlefield, Ao Cang, who had been silent for a long time, finally came back to himself.

"What a Creation Divine Form. I have learned much."

He let out a long breath of turbid air, and as the laws flowed all over his body, they had actually grown more agile and rounded, clearly bringing him some realization.

"You flatter me, fellow Daoist. I have likewise benefited greatly."

Shen Yun nodded in response, his aura like scattered clouds and a clearing wind, utterly different from that undefeated god of war just now.

With a light brush of his sleeve robe, the Green Lotus Dharma Manifestation slowly faded, merging into the void without leaving the slightest trace.

Ao Cang's eyes abruptly lit up. At the moment the green lotus dissipated, he had faintly seen thirty-six Immortal Principles.

"A Heavenly Gifted Talent, unparalleled in all the world."

He sighed in deep admiration, understanding that even if one forged a foundation of a hundred Immortal Principles, they could never possibly be Shen Yun's match.

"This exchange of the Dao has given Ao deep insight. I intend to return to the mountain and enter seclusion for quiet contemplation."

He spoke again, his tone sincere. "When the day comes that I emerge, I shall invite you again, fellow Daoist, to boil wine and discuss heroes."

Shen Yun gave a slight smile and replied calmly, "Very well. When the time comes, I will await good news from you in peace."

As the words fell, the two exchanged a smile and cupped their hands in farewell.

Having reached a realm such as theirs, they already stood upon heights too cold to bear. To gain an opponent who could verify the Dao against them, sharpening each other like whetstones—what fortune was that?

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