The entire world watched with bated breath, and the whole venue held its anticipation.
At this moment, Wusheng Immortal Venerable was undoubtedly the center of the entire world, yet he himself could not feel the slightest bit of joy.
What peerless divine ability? If he could truly control it as he pleased, he would have suppressed the deadly enemy before him long ago. Why would he be in such a sorry state now?
In truth, relying solely on the power of this Dharma Body, using Heaven-Earth Severing was already his limit. He had managed to raise the Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Baleful Array only by burning his divine sense and forcibly overdrawing himself.
But then there was Shen Yun, with his Magic Power fully unleashed—
With the Dao of Formations as his foundation, he swallowed the vital essence of the eight directions; with the Innate Five Elements as his framework, he supported the Immortal Heavenly Gate.
That unparalleled attainment in the Dao had even created an illusion in him: as if the former Reincarnation Immortal King had crossed through time and space and personally descended by possessing Shen Yun.
"Looks like you've exhausted all your tricks."
Shen Yun stood against the wind, his deep gaze falling upon Wusheng Immortal Venerable. Every word struck straight at the heart: "The divine ability of Jiemie Immortal King seems to be no match for your stubborn mouth."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the Cultivators present fell deathly silent, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, who dared to publicly speak ill of Jiemie Immortal King? Even the Ancestor God of the Underworld had to weigh the monstrous karma behind it.
Yet the young man before them had not only said it, he had done so