One move—still just one move.
Shen Yun shattered all of Little Martial Saint's arts with absolute dominance, crushing them like dead branches and rotten wood, displaying utterly unmatched power.
What Indestructible Divine Body? Before the Chaos Dao Body, it could barely resist for even a moment.
If Shen Yun had not seen through the entire situation and withdrawn most of his strength, one punch would have turned Little Martial Saint into a meat pie.
"How could such a ferocious existence possibly exist in this world?"
Everyone present trembled violently in their hearts. They only felt that the imposing figure before them was growing taller and taller, as if he stood above the Nine Heavens, looking down upon all living beings.
His awe-inspiring face, terrifying even without anger, seemed to have been carved by the uncanny workmanship of the Hundred Refinements Immortal King, making people lower their heads unconsciously, not daring to look directly at his Divine Might.
"Too strong!"
Even the proud and unruly Shen Qiu could not help shouting at the top of his lungs.
But he quickly came to his senses, forcibly suppressing his wildly pounding heart. Pretending to be calm, he gave a cold snort. "Not bad. Looks like you haven't slacked off all these years."
Yet no one around him paid any attention to his antics.
Every gaze in the whole venue was firmly locked onto Shen Yun, bearing witness to this legend destined to be recorded in history.
"I've lost."
Little Martial Saint steadied himself and stopped struggling pointlessly, admitting defeat without hesitation.
He understood deeply that his opponent had definitely held back, only then knocking him away with just the right amount of force, without wasting a single bit of strength.
"That Innate Dao Body from the legends is probably no more than this."