Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1364 - 801: You Can Escape the Great Calamity, But Can You Escape Me?

Chapter 1364: Chapter 801: You Can Escape the Great Calamity, But Can You Escape Me?

At this point, even the Emperor Dongji had to temporarily restrain his thoughts.

Everyone quieted down, focused intently on this place.

In fact, even the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect were quite unclear about the specific strength of Shen Yi. Although this chief disciple had many terrifying achievements, such as narrowly defeating the three top cultivators including You Yao, and slaying over a thousand monks in the battle at Nanping Prefecture.

But the former was shrouded by the Taixu Realm, leaving no one aware of what exactly transpired inside, and the latter seemed numerous in quantity, but most were Arhats, the five Bodhisattvas were walkers of the Six-Six Transformation, only to be termed brutal and fierce. As for strength, actually, many direct disciples could accomplish this.

Now facing this Southern Sumeru Third Grade Perfection Bodhisattva, the crowd was confident that Shen Yi could win, but whether he could achieve a victory worthy of his reputation remained an unknown factor.

"..."

The monk from Xuantian Mountain intended to emulate his confrontation with the second cultivator, calmly and steadily waiting for Shen Yi to attack, seeking flaws to counter.

But he never expected the other party to remain motionless, just floating quietly in the void.

As time passed, the pressure within him gradually multiplied, causing his fingertips to barely perceptibly tremble.

This was the power of a notorious reputation.

No more waiting!

The gaunt monk worried that if this continued, he would lose the courage to attack before the opponent showed a flaw.

He hunched over again, letting out a hoarse low roar.

The Golden Body Dharma Aspect behind him mimicked the action, both arms wielding the Demon-Subduing Pestle, as the surging Golden River immediately swept through the Yellow Cloud.

Watching the approaching Demon-Subduing Pestle, Shen Yi finally acted. The sky filled with black clouds that roared out, enveloping him in the universe, his form hidden in the intangible.

"Did he retreat?"

Not only the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect, even the monks, were startled and looked up in shock.

With the reputation of the Tai Xu True Monarch, one might expect him not to hesitate to suppress those of the same realm, or at least engage directly. Yet, he chose to dodge right from the start. Was this prudence or cowardice? It’s hard to say.

"This..." Master Xuanwei had just comforted himself, thinking the outcome was already determined, and that a chance to intimidate the monks was good enough, but then he saw this scene and couldn’t help but look at Li Shan in bewilderment.

After all, most of what he knew about Shen Yi came from this disciple’s mouth.

"Disciple knows not."

Li Shan was equally baffled, even if Brother Taixu’s Dao Fruit seemed unsuitable for direct confrontation, but just the sword light from Nanping Prefecture earlier should be enough for that monk to handle.

Many direct disciples of the Three Immortals Sect exchanged puzzled glances.

Yet, an even more astonishing turn awaited.

The monk from Xuantian Mountain was equally puzzled by his opponent’s response, but since he had already attacked, there was no turning back with the bow drawn. He gritted his teeth and directly charged into the vast void of the cosmic universe with his Dharma Aspect.

Two Demon-Subduing Pestles swung repeatedly, effortlessly tearing through the black clouds.

Shen Yi’s concealed form began to emerge, no matter how he tried to dodge, the surrounding black clouds were rapidly being swept away by the Golden River, the covered area shrinking ever smaller, eventually leading him to a position with no way to evade.

"..."

Below, the eyes of the Three Immortals Sect disciples began to fill with bewilderment.

Was this wretched cultivator really their infamous chief disciple?

"So even the chief disciple fears battle?!" The gaunt monk’s fighting spirit grew ever stronger, issuing a question as deep as the sound of a Copper Bell. He strode into the sky, his body shining with light from numerous Buddha Treasures, working with the giant Dharma Aspect to seal off all retreat paths for the opponent.

"Tsk."

The Emperor Dongji frowned, perhaps the reputation was somewhat inflated, but it shouldn’t be this inadequate.

He roughly guessed Shen Yi’s mindset, but found the decision foolish.

Either lie in wait like a venomous snake, delivering a fatal blow to the enemy, or if you choose to appear, then exude the demeanor of a True Dragon, intimidating all directions.

How could he wish for both, trying to hide his depth while unwilling to remain a bystander, ultimately achieving neither?

It was evident that this chief disciple perhaps possessed greater cultivation than most, but not nearly to the degree of subduing a Bodhisattva of the same realm without revealing true techniques.

Now, the disciple from Xuantian Mountain was reaching the peak of momentum, and the black clouds had been nearly torn apart by nine-tenths. Now attempting to take down this monk would come with greater cost.

The Emperor’s vision was incredibly sharp.

As his thoughts flashed by, Shen Yi was indeed being pushed to the brink.

The remaining black clouds were no longer enough to provide him cover.

For the first time, the gaunt monk overtook him in position, stepping skyward, looking down at the figure maneuvering in the black clouds, murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

Regardless of whether his opponent had other plans or was truly strong on the outside but weak on the inside, he at least had to seize this chance to win.

The Demon-Subduing Pestles were like two giant brushes, the Golden River like an endless supply of thick ink.

Each swing left marks in the heavens and earth, and now, these marks formed a massive handprint upon the Yellow Cloud.

In the magnificent Golden Body, the chest of the gaunt monk heaved violently, both raising their arms high before swinging them down forcefully.

The Demon-Subduing Pestles descended like inverted mountain peaks, crashed down from the Sky Curtain with a thunderous force, directly targeting the Daoist Monarch Xuan Shang, who was left with no room to maneuver.

After Shen Yi stepped forward, nobody expected the situation to become this absurd.

No matter how high his strength, he was still within the Third Grade range, facing this ferocious strike, he too had to confront a life-and-death crisis.