Chapter 897: Seemingly Impulsive, Actually Laying Plans
No one had expected Shen Yun to dare make such a thunderous move in broad daylight, without the slightest restraint.
Even more shocking was that the mighty Sky Devil Saint Son had not even managed to resist before being beaten into a wall-hanging, his dignity utterly swept away.
"So fierce!"
Someone below the platform cried out in shock.
The moment the words left his mouth, the man abruptly came to his senses and immediately clamped both hands over his mouth, terrified that Sky Devil Mountain would hold it against him.
But that single cry had already fallen into the water like a giant rock, sending wave after wave through the hearts of the gathered experts.
"This time, things have really gotten out of hand..."
Eighth Prince Xuantian's brows drew tightly together as he looked towards the battered figure embedded in the wall. His eyes were filled with gravity.
By rights, as the host, he should have immediately stepped forward to rebuke Shen Yun, or even expelled him on the spot.
Yet as he gazed at that motionless figure standing as still and unfathomable as an abyss, Eighth Prince Xuantian's feet seemed to have taken root. He could not move them even half a step.
Although the Dragon Clan's foundations were formidable, with the Ancestral Dragon's whereabouts unknown, they were now only evenly matched with Sky Devil Mountain. He truly had no need to provoke such an unparalleled killing god merely for the sake of face.
This was the most naked law of the Cultivation World: when you were strong enough, the rules would naturally be rewritten for you.
"Ha... ha..."
The hall was deathly silent. The only sound was the Sky Devil Saint Son's heavy, ox-like breathing echoing through the empty space.