There was a crisp snap.
The emerald flames spread across the sky like evening clouds, enveloping the entire Water Qilin Cave Heaven in a fierce heat.
In front of that profound golden sharp edge, the Bi-Fire Qinglian Sword shattered like brittle jade, devoid of any resistance.
It transformed into a dense purple light, returning to the Immeasurable Dao Imperial Palace.
At the scene, Su Hongxiu and Yan Chongzhang’s expressions changed simultaneously.
The former had carefully assessed last time that her White Jade Sword, even if stronger than the Bi-Fire Qinglian Sword, was only marginally so.
As for the Daozi of the Ban Shan Sect, who had a deep understanding of the Daoist Soldier Record, his proudest bracer was only seven ranks above that small sword.
In other words, if the profound golden edge could shatter the Bi-Fire Qinglian Sword, it could also, in the same terrifying manner, shatter the Hongmeng Heavenly Soldiers of these two Daozi.
Within the Immeasurable Dao Imperial Palace, the vague figure clearly had not anticipated such a turn of events.
He finally showed a hint of embarrassment.
Without the slightest hesitation, he boldly waved his hand, and the entire River and Mountains Scroll began to tremble violently.
Obviously, for the Great Cultivator of the Northern Hong, trying to summon the Dao Soldier from the third city at such a vast distance was a bit of a stretch.
But in an instant, even if the land in the River and Mountains Scroll shook and the mountains swayed.
A jade ruler, covered with crimson thunder, still burst forth with a momentum that pierced the sky!
"Heavenly Origin Illusion Thunder Ruler! Are you Pan Boyang?"
In the region of Hongze, Dao Soldiers were even more recognizable than faces.
Yan Chongzhang exclaimed instinctively.
On the Daoist Soldier Record, unless deliberately publicized, the Cultivators would only list their strongest Dao Soldier, so the Bi-Fire Qinglian Sword did not reveal the identity of the person behind it; it was known only as one of the artifacts of a certain powerful individual.
What Yan Chongzhang had not expected was that the Cultivator with such despicable conduct would be the owner of the Divine Ruler ranked thirty-ninth on the Daoist Soldier Record, none other than Pan Boyang, renowned as a gentleman throughout the three Hongs.
The vague figure did not respond.
Even if his identity was exposed, causing him some annoyance.
But before so many people, being overpowered by someone else’s Dao Soldier was something he could not accept even more.
At this moment, all of Pan Boyang’s thoughts were on the intersecting golden sharp edges.
He was determined to shatter them in a more decisive manner to quell the anger in his heart.
The Jade Ruler appeared bright and clear, as if it contained streaks of blood. It emitted a faint light, and as the blood strands emerged from the body of the ruler, they turned into a vast sea of thunder, like wild dragons dancing chaotically, with sharp claws aiming to envelop the profound golden sharp edge.
The roar of thunder resounded through the human world, as if the heavens were raging with fury.
In front of this crimson thunder, the Baiyu Capital Cultivators found themselves reverting to the helplessness and fear they felt when they were mere mortals facing the roaring thunder.
The red thunder finally engulfed the profound golden sharp edge.
The dense thunder gathered, carrying a terrifying momentum that devoured everything around it.
In front of the Heavenly Origin Illusion Thunder Ruler, the profound golden edge appeared like an ordinary boat in a terrifying storm, seemingly unremarkable.
But to everyone’s shock,
It progressed so steadily, without any change from beginning to end, just as Shen Yi had previously disregarded Pan Boyang, it silently surged out, carrying the crimson thunder with it.
The trembling of the River and Mountains Scroll became more pronounced, clearly due to overexertion, and the effort was falling short.
The Heavenly Origin Illusion Thunder Ruler began to fade, and the sky-high thunder gradually melted away.
Pan Boyang stared blankly ahead.
The profound gold sharpness suddenly pierced through the head of the Ghost Python young master. The vast force contained within it violently slammed him against the ancient tree, which, after enduring long years of battle with the Baiyu Capital Cultivators, finally emitted a mournful cry and snapped apart.
The profound blade quietly sank into the pitch-black trunk of the tree.
The dense golden patterns on it appeared so splendid, like a blooming lotus, dyed a slightly demonic hue by the crimson blood plasma.
It thus captured everyone’s gaze.
Until they suddenly remembered the owner of this blade.
Therefore, those glances quickly shifted toward the young man clad in profound armor in the distance.
The entire event happened in the blink of an eye.
Shen Yi still appeared calm, with only his right palm, not yet fully retracted, letting everyone know from whose hand the blow had been dealt.
In the Immeasurable Dao Imperial Palace, Pan Boyang sat emotionlessly on his meditation cushion, but anyone could see how irate he was at the moment.
Perhaps due to some uncertainty about Shen Yi’s identity, or that he had finally thought of an excuse.
He looked down from above, "Very well, I’ll remember today’s events. You’d better remember Pan Boyang too, otherwise..."
Pan Boyang’s words had not yet finished when his entire body suddenly shook toward the ground.
This time, Shen Yi didn’t tear off the chains on his arm. Instead, he calmly grasped them in his hand, then slowly began to exert force.
Under his quiet gaze.
The entire River and Mountains Scroll trembled even more violently than when the Dao Soldier had been previously summoned, as if the whole landscape were being overturned by an invisible giant hand, a sign of a world-ending calamity!
Pan Boyang mobilized all his breath, struggling against that slender, fair palm with the entirety of the landscape.
Then, the immense Dao Palace that blotted out the sky and sun visibly approached the water’s surface... yanked down by force!
"I’m not too accustomed to people speaking to me from above."
Since the fight with the green phoenix, Shen Yi finally uttered his first words.
His voice was clean, without much emotional fluctuation, but it caused all present to shift their expressions.
Under the pull of the arm covered in profound armor, Pan Boyang unexpectedly felt as if he were wrestling with a towering, substantial mountain range, a pillar between heaven and earth!
In an instant, he was dragged down from his meditation cushion.
By the time he came to his senses,
His neck had already been grasped by those distinct fingers.
"Have you remembered clearly now?" Shen Yi stared intently into the eyes of that blurred figure and seriously asked.
"..." Pan Boyang glared with wide eyes, although it was only an astral projection and not his true self present, he had never suffered such extreme humiliation.
"I have remembered you! I will definitely remember you!" He finally exploded into a hoarse low roar.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yi’s lips curled slightly, revealing a trace of indifferent smile, nodded and said, "That’s good then."
As his words fell, he forcibly clenched his fingers, causing that wisp of a blurry shadow to instantly shatter within his palm.
The entire Immeasurable Dao Imperial Palace, along with that depiction of the landscape, disintegrated together.
On the distant waters,
Yan Chongzhang stood stunned in place, as he finally understood the source of that inexplicable familiarity he felt.
The Shen Yue Art brought to perfection.
It was also a boundary he had yet to reach.