I raised my cup to the east wind; soaring high and trampling all beneath me, I stood supreme!
Before a giant like Sword Venerable Shouzheng, how many people throughout history had possessed the audacity to kill his personally taught disciple on the spot?
Shen Yun, who had accomplished this feat, merely flicked his sleeve casually. His movement was so light and understated that it was as if he had brushed a speck of dust from his palm.
Upon witnessing this scene, all the Water Clan members present fell silent, unable to express the shock surging from the depths of their hearts.
"What bearing..."
The light in Old Turtle's eyes flashed again and again. He let out a heartfelt sigh. "He's practically a God Venerable reborn!"
It had lived through endless years, and the one it revered most was Great Yan Divine Venerable. Comparing Shen Yun to him at this moment was undoubtedly the highest recognition it could give him.
Some families rejoiced while others grieved.
The more shaken the onlookers were, the more violently enraged Sword Venerable Shouzheng felt. A heaven-shaking killing aura erupted from all over his body, twisting that upright, square face into something hideously ferocious.
"Brazen beyond measure! Acting recklessly and without restraint!"
His gaze was like a pair of icy iron pincers, clamped firmly onto Shen Yun. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You dared to kill my Sword Sect's direct disciple. Even if you were the son of an Immortal King, I would still demand justice today!"
Faced with his impotent, furious shouting, Shen Yun remained indifferent and simply treated it as wind passing by his ears.
Old Turtle could not listen any longer. It immediately let out a mocking laugh. "That old thing is blowing his trumpet again. If an Immortal King really