Fame, Merely Clouds Drifting Before the Eyes

As storms shifted in the outside world.

The First Round Battle gradually drew to a close amid an atmosphere blazing like raging fire.

Only when great waves washed the sand did gold begin to show. Those still remaining in the field now were all first-rate Supreme Heavenly Talents; whether in temperament, cultivation, or gifts, they were all choices above choices.

Most directly, Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators made up more than half of them, and the remaining Trial Participants all had cultivation above Late Mahayana. No one had scraped through by luck.

Without further delay, after the contestants made brief adjustments, the Second Round arrived as scheduled.

Shen Yun moved first, stepping into the air. Like a Kunpeng striking the heavens, he landed steadily atop the Battle Platform.

And his opponent, by sheer coincidence, was none other than that Faceless Gu Immortal.

This man's schemes ran extremely deep. He had just stepped on Wu Shoushan to make his name and establish his reputation, drawing the appreciation of quite a few Demonic Sect high-ranking officials. It could be said he had stolen all the limelight.

But when he faced Shen Yun directly, his momentum plunged a thousand zhang. Even though his face was hidden behind a mask, everyone could sense his utterly terrible mood.

"I admit defeat."

After weighing it again and again, the Faceless Gu Immortal announced his forfeiture, without even the courage to step onto the stage.

For such a sinister Old Devil, trimming his sails with the wind was truly a specialty. He knew that once he stepped onto the stage, what awaited him would surely be a thunderous strike.

"This kid is far too uncanny. Better not clash with him head-on."

He did not drag his feet in the slightest, decisively retreating to the audience seats, fully displaying