When Underworld Yama called for you to die at the third watch, who dared keep you alive until the fifth?
Shen Yun was no Underworld Yama, yet he was likewise a man of his word. If he said three moves, it was three moves, not off by the slightest bit.
Watching that giant beast crash to the ground, everyone sighed with endless emotion, and a reverence born from the depths of their hearts welled up unbidden.
The Hell Three-Headed Dog was absolutely no weakling. With Half-step Golden Immortal cultivation and a bloodline comparable to a Divine Beast's, even ten Granny Wuyins tied together would not be enough to get stuck between its teeth.
But in front of Shen Yun, it was not much stronger than some stray cat or dog—only three moves, and even under Pure Bliss Old Ancestor's obstruction, all of its heads were still chopped off.
Such world-shaking battle prowess was rare even when looking across the entire Eastern Divine Continent.
"Boy, you're very good!"
Pure Bliss Old Ancestor spoke coldly, as if the words had been squeezed out from between his teeth, his chilling tone nearly freezing the air.
Shen Yun lifted his eyelids and said blandly, "Is this all a Golden Immortal is capable of, old thing?"
He did not spare any face at all, retorting directly, and left Pure Bliss Old Ancestor furious enough to choke.
This move was not him letting himself go, but came from deeper considerations.
Experts in the Immortal Realm were as numerous as clouds. There was no guarantee someone would not follow the spider-silk traces and horse tracks and see through his true identity, bringing endless trouble when the time came.
Now, the more domineering Shen Yun appeared, the better he could hide himself. It sounded extremely bizarre, but clever