A Prediction of Your Prediction was unfolding amid the clinking cups and cheerful drinking at Fusheng Ferry.
Far beyond, on an unnamed desolate island, the two men faced the bone-chilling night wind, their hearts already sunk into a ten-thousand-zhang abyss.
"Even Sword Venerable Shouzheng fled without fighting... Shen Yun has actually grown this powerful?"
Jun Linyuan clenched both fists. The smile had long since vanished from his face, leaving only an iron-blue gloom.
"Not only that."
Ling Jiuxiao's gaze was deep and profound, as though it could pierce the boundless night and see every tiny detail. "Did you notice? The disciple Shouzheng brought is missing."
"You mean... Shen Yun beheaded the Hidden Dragon Sword right in front of that old stubborn man?!"
Jun Linyuan's mind shook violently, and his pupils contracted to pinpoints.
If it had been anyone else, he would never have believed that such madness existed in this world—this was no longer a simple slap in the face, but grinding the dignity of a top Daluo beneath his feet and crushing it to pieces.
But if Shen Yun had made the move, everything suddenly made perfect sense.
After all, he was a ruthless man who had dared scheme against the Demon Emperor of the Underworld and personally laid a trap that destroyed Sky Devil Mountain. Compared with such earth-shaking methods, beheading a Hidden Dragon Sword was truly nothing.
"Heaven desires his death, so it must first drive him mad! With him flaunting himself so recklessly now, sooner or later he'll bring down disaster upon his head!"
Jun Linyuan's voice was gloomy, carrying a few traces of a teeth-gritting curse. Ling Jiuxiao was left momentarily stunned.
How impressive had the former Eternal Night Devil Venerable been? He had crushed everything beneath an absolute tide of power, invincible beneath the