When the blue sea ran crosswise in turmoil, Fang Xian Yingxiong Bense.
Shen Yun suppressed a Golden Immortal head-on and shattered his Life Artifact in one stroke. His battle record could be called well deserved, weighty and full.
As for Pure Bliss Old Ancestor being injured and in poor condition, no one cared at all.
As the saying went, the victor became king and the loser a bandit. The moment one stepped onto the battlefield, it meant one was prepared.
In a life-and-death struggle, how could there be room for child's play?
Moreover, Pure Bliss Old Ancestor's injuries had been created by Shen Yun's own hand. Even those most skilled in sophistry could not find any excuse.
"A new king should be established, to rule the rise and fall!"
Daoist Jietian spoke in a low voice, each word striking the ground with sound, as if laying the lid on the coffin and settling the verdict.
The people not far away who heard this also nodded in agreement.
No matter how glorious Pure Bliss Old Ancestor had been in the past, he had ultimately been defeated. All his former achievements would only become the backdrop of history, setting off the victor's dazzling brilliance.
But to Shen Yun, none of this mattered at all.
Fame shaking the world was nothing but passing smoke and clouds; only Slaying one's enemies was eternal.
"Die!"
He opened with a flourish of his sword, driving straight through Pure Bliss Old Ancestor's Spiritual Platform, pressing his advantage in pursuit and leaving no future trouble.
This sword carried no embellishment at all, only speed and killing taken to the extreme, like Death swinging his scythe to harvest all vitality.
Pure Bliss Old Ancestor's pupils abruptly shrank. In that sword qi that had Returned to Simplicity, he actually smelled