Great Dao Competition—how could it be child's play?
To put on airs for a moment and miss out on an opportunity, such a foolish thing was something even a drunk Shen Yun would never do.
At this moment, he stood at the very front with his hands behind his back, taking the lead without hesitation and drawing the attention of the whole audience.
"Fine movement."
Array Fanatic Gongshu Xuan and Fairy Zhishui of Xinjian Studio simultaneously cast their gazes over, their eyes filled with solemnity.
When the Spirit Boat had first reached the island, everyone had been virtually evenly matched. But this stretch of road was the true contest of speed.
Since Shen Yun alone occupied the foremost position, it was obvious that, in terms of movement technique, he had already taken the crown.
Closely following behind him was an extremely young man.
He wore black and had white hair. His lean figure resembled a sheathed sharp blade, carrying an inexplicable, proud aura.
His face showed neither joy nor sorrow. He simply stood there quietly, causing people to subconsciously overlook him.
Yet the true experts present cast no fewer gazes toward him than they had toward Shen Yun.
"Ten-Step Yama... He really came."
Gongshu Xuan's expression was heavy, his body tense as he made no effort to conceal his wariness.
As the Second Place of the previous selection, Ten-Step Yama's cultivation had long been verified through actual combat and was beyond question.
A Golden Immortal had once asserted that, apart from Little Martial Saint, he alone could sweep aside all the other experts in the top ten, remaining invincible wherever he went.
At this moment, the gaze of this monstrous genius was fixed tightly on Shen Yun, with a trace of unusual color flickering within it.
"Your movement technique is