Seventy-Two Profound Immortal Laws

Xuan Ji had forcefully broken through to the Great Vehicle realm and reached the most glorious moment of his life, only to be cut down by a single sword strike.

It truly fulfilled that old saying: there was always a stronger hand among the strong, and beyond every mountain stood a higher peak.

Now, Shen Yun stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world, unmatched throughout the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies. Even a Great Vehicle expert could not withstand a single blow from him.

"Fake. This is all fake!"

Lord Jin muttered under his breath as he stared at the place where Xuan Ji had vanished. His body trembled uncontrollably, like a stray dog that had lost its home.

All his battle intent and last sliver of hope vanished into thin air before that absolute power.

It was not only him. The other spectators were equally shaken to the core, their chests surging with enormous waves that refused to settle for a long time.

"To slay Xuan Ji with a single sword strike—what terrifying combat power!"

Qi Yuan exhaled a long breath of stale air, as if trying to spit out all the shock in his heart.

Xuan Ji was no ordinary Great Vehicle expert. He possessed a thousand Immortal Principles and was endowed with Magic Power Immunity, making him a freak powerful enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with an old Supreme Being like the Qilin Ancestor.

Yet before Shen Yun, he had been as fragile as an ant, unable to withstand even one exchange.

If they had not witnessed this scene with their own eyes, Qi Yuan would certainly have taken it for a joke.

"Two thousand Immortal Principles are required to reach the Mid Mahayana."

Beside him, Ao Cang's gleam in the eyes flickered. He