Preemptive Strike, the Gate of Reincarnation. Above Qingming, fierce winds howled and the Cloud Sea boiled.
Shen Yun stood alone in the whistling wind, dressed in white, whiter than snow and sharp as a sword.
Above his head, the Five-Colored Canopy propped up the heavens and earth, cascading billions of rays of Immortal Soldier light and setting him off like a young Immortal King looking down upon all worlds.
Boom!!
The Five-Colored Divine Light swept across the Eight Desolations. The Sealing Formation was violently battered, releasing an overwhelmed wail before exploding in the void.
Countless formation runes scattered like flying debris, instantly swallowed by the chaotic currents.
"What ruthlessness! He's trying to destroy both body and heart!"
The experts throughout the scene fell deathly silent, not even daring to breathe loudly, cowed by this lawless, overawing aura.
One had to know that the figure before them was Wusheng Immortal Venerable's chosen successor, the future unrivaled giant destined to take control of the Imperial Clan, personally designated by Jiemie Immortal King!
Whether it was Sword Venerable Shouzheng and the masters of the Eight Great Immortal Sects observing from the shadows, or the various Daluo experts, every last one of them was beneath him and could not get the upper hand in his presence—unless they had already decided to abandon their names, hide in some remote corner, and eke out the rest of their lives.
Yet now, a junior not even a fraction of their age had actually told Wusheng Immortal Venerable to bring it on in full view of the heroes beneath heaven.
That tone made the other party sound like nothing more than a paper tiger—impressive to look at, but useless in practice.
"So this... is what he truly looks like."
Below, in Divine City, Mu Hanyu raised her