Thunder sounded loud, but the raindrops were few.
A world-shaking battle had actually ended hastily in such a manner, catching everyone completely off guard.
"Such a vast gap in strength..."
Ten-Step Yama sighed softly, exposing the crux of the matter.
Was Chu Shanhe weak?
With his Half-step Golden Immortal cultivation and transformed Five Elements Divine Body, he would have been enough to push across all opponents and kill his way through seven times in and seven times out in any previous selection.
Yet before Shen Yun, he was as fragile as a puppet. With a single exchange, he had been completely suppressed, utterly lacking the strength to fight back.
Even the self-confident Little Martial Saint had now turned mute, seemingly still trapped in that earlier scene and unable to break free for a long while.
At this point, if anyone asked who could seize the top spot in the rankings, everyone would choose Shen Yun without hesitation.
It was clear just how shocking his performance moments ago had been.
As the entire battlefield fell into silence--
A calm voice suddenly rang out. Like a long wind sweeping across the land, it scattered the clamor of the battlefield:
"Good. Only someone like you is worthy of becoming my opponent."
Everyone's hearts trembled. Following the voice, they looked over, only to see that the Little Martial Saint had already recovered.
The confusion in his eyes had completely dispersed, replaced by a nearly crazed fervor.
That surging battle intent was like a raging fire shooting into the sky across a vast desert. Even from ten thousand miles away, it could still scorch one's soul.
"His Dao Heart... I'm far inferior..."
Ten-Step Yama gazed at that tall figure. The last trace of gloom in his eyes completely vanished, transforming into wholehearted admiration.
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