Chapter 983: A Mountain Is Truly Higher Than the Next! Stopping them from retrieving the True Spirit? It seemed like a brilliant plan, but in truth, it would create endless trouble later.
With the profound foundation of the Wusheng Realm, who could guarantee that there was no second or third method of resurrection? If Young Master Death-Defying came back to life, jumping out every few days to taunt him, Shen Yun would probably be annoyed to death.
Since that was the case, he might as well turn their scheme against them.
He simply stayed his hand and waited for Wusheng Immortal Venerable to fish that wastrel out of the Yellow Springs, then kill him in one fell swoop and eliminate the trouble forever!
"Three Elders of Guling, Death Battalion army! What are you standing around for? Hurry and stop him for this young master!"
Young Master Death-Defying shrieked hoarsely. Seeing the white-clad Grim Reaper approaching head-on, he was scared out of his wits and trembled all over.
Unfortunately, before Shen Yun's near-teleportation speed, this iron-blooded army moved like turtles crawling. They could not even hope to catch sight of his back.
"Big Brother, save me!"
At the brink of despair, Young Master Death-Defying could no longer care about his dignity. He could only place all his hopes of survival in the hands of the big brother he had envied for half his life.
"I take back what I said earlier. You aren't a wastrel—you're simply trash!"
Shen Yun's tone was indifferent. His figure flashed, and he charged straight at the fleeing figure clutching his head.
He used Primordial Mana to clear a path, while his Supreme Primordial Spirit wielded the heavenly blade and surged upstream against the raging tide of the Grand Unity Law.
Swish—!
One slash swept across the