Chapter 599: Wu Shenyun Kneels!
Shen Anyu stood with his hands behind his back, smiling faintly, not putting these terrifying water spouts in his eyes at all, and didn't move.
Wu Shenyun's phoenix eyes narrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing her features. 'Is he seeking death?' she thought. That simply wouldn't do. He was far too interesting a specimen to be annihilated so carelessly. She needed him alive, subdued.
But in the next instant, Wu Shenyun's eyes constricted, a flash of genuine surprise breaking through her composed facade. "Such powerful Telekinesis? Are you also a Land Immortal?"
The colossal water spouts, churning with the fury of wind and thunder, crashed down with the force to pulverize a mountain. They ripped up chunks of the earth, sending sand and stones flying like shrapnel. Yet, the cataclysmic onslaught halted dead just five meters from Shen Anyu. The raging torrents slammed against an invisible, inviolable barrier, unable to advance even a single inch. It was as if they had struck an unbreakable bulwark, a veritable Wall of Sighs that even heavenly might could not breach. The water flattened against the unseen shield, vaporizing into a cloud of steam with a deafening hiss.
Although this was merely Wu Shenyun's initial probe, a casual test of his mettle where she hadn't exerted her full strength, the sheer effortlessness with which Shen Anyu had neutralized it sent a jolt of shock through her. This wasn't just blocking; it was absolute nullification.
"Also a Land Immortal?" Wu He and the other assembled powerhouses of the Shaman God Cult were struck dumb. Their minds reeled. A Land Immortal, a legendary being who might appear only once a century, had just descended upon them. And now, another one stood right before their eyes? The world had gone mad.
"Is the stinky master a Land Immortal?" Bai Bing's perpetually solemn and beautiful face was etched with astonishment. Her grip tightened on her daggers, her knuckles white. She had always estimated Shen Anyu's strength to be, at most, at the peak of the Heavenly Gu Master level. A Heavenly Gu Master in his early twenties was already a monster that defied all logic and comprehension. But a Land Immortal? The very concept was ludicrous. It shattered every known paradigm of cultivation.
"Indeed!" Shen Anyu's gaze met Wu Shenyun's, and the casual amusement in his eyes was replaced by a smoldering intensity. A fire ignited within him, a pure, unadulterated lust for battle. There was no better opponent than a fellow Land Immortal to truly test the limits of his newfound combat power.
Let's have a good fight!
A silent command rippled from Shen Anyu's mind. His Telekinesis surged, a tidal wave of psychic energy erupting from him. With a cataclysmic roar, the suspended water spouts detonated. But before the deluge could rain down, the atomized mist was seized by his will. Under the crushing grip of his Telekinesis, every last droplet condensed, sharpened, and froze, forming countless crystalline swords that hung suspended in the air. There were far, far more than a mere thousand; it was an army of ten thousand blades, each one glinting with lethal intent.
Crystal-clear swords of ice and water materialized from nothing, filling the sky and blotting out the sun. The air temperature plummeted, frost beginning to creep across the ravaged ground. A light chuckle escaped Shen Anyu's lips, a sound utterly at odds with the terrifying scene he had just orchestrated. With a flick of his will, the entire legion of blades shot forward.
Under the stunned, disbelieving gazes of Bai Bing, Wu He, and every other member of the Shaman God Cult, tens of thousands of translucent swords screamed through the air. They were a torrent of annihilation, a river of death that tore deep ravines into the earth and left shrieking trails in the atmosphere. The world seemed to dissolve into a singular, overwhelming storm of blades, enveloping Wu Shenyun completely.
This apocalyptic scene was like a living myth, the legendary technique of a Sword Immortal made manifest: Myriad Swords Return to One.
"The stinky master is actually this powerful?" Bai Bing stared, completely captivated by the man standing at the center of the storm. She knew Shen Anyu was strong, ridiculously so, but she had never conceived of power on this scale. The same man who always wore a mischievous grin, who relentlessly tormented her with his teasing and antics, was now transformed. At this moment, with his expression locked in serious concentration, he was not the rogue she knew, but a transcendent being, an immortal of the sword descended to the mortal world.
"Your Holiness!" Wu He and the other cultists cried out, their faces pale with terror. Their concern for their leader was absolute. Such a display of power was beyond shocking; it was soul-crushing. They doubted even a thousand rounds of concentrated artillery fire could produce such a devastating spectacle.
Even Wu Shenyun's expression grew slightly solemn. The sickly, feverish flush on her cheeks deepened, a sign of her surging power and rising excitement. A predatory light gleamed in her eyes. "This Venerable will surely suppress you!"
She didn't know when she had produced it, but a simple bamboo flute, green as jade, now rested in her hand. It had appeared from within her voluminous red sleeve as if by magic. Her slender, immaculate fingers pressed lightly against its holes, and her crimson lips parted ever so slightly.
The next moment, wisps of an otherworldly melody drifted out.
The sound was ethereal, formless, yet it carried an obvious power. As the first notes reached the storm of crystalline swords, the entire onslaught, forged from pure Telekinesis, froze solid in mid-air. An unnatural silence fell as the thousands of blades hung motionless, humming with a dissonant energy.
Immediately after, the melody intensified. The gentle tune erupted into a percussive war anthem, a sound like a thousand armies clashing on an ancient battlefield. The music conjured phantom images of ancient Shaman God powerhouses, bare-chested and covered in tattoos, their spirits roaring as they fought against the heavens themselves, their fists striking the sky.
Accompanied by a series of booming, earth-shaking explosions, the crystal water swords shattered in unison. They didn't just break; they were pulverized into glittering dust. The residual power raged outwards in a devastating shockwave, tearing the ground by the lake into a mangled mess and whipping the water into massive, churning waves. Wu He and the other Shaman God Cult experts were thrown back like small boats caught in a hurricane, retreating in a panic. Only Bai Bing stood her ground, her true essence flaring around her like a protective cloak, shielding her from the aftermath. Her eyes were locked on the confrontation, refusing to miss a single detail.
As Wu Shenyun's red lips parted and the ancient shamanic music permeated the air, a colossal phantasm began to condense in the space above her. It was a being several zhang tall, a Great Shaman Phantasm. Its entire body was inscribed with strange, glowing totem runes that writhed like living creatures. Its aura was terrifying, its vital energy as potent and overwhelming as a molten volcanic core. The phantasm rapidly solidified, its features becoming clearer, its power growing more tangible. It let out a silent, soul-shaking roar and slammed a palm down toward Shen Anyu!
A thunderous explosion tore through the air, so powerful it felt as if space itself had been shattered. The sound wave reverberated for dozens of miles, a proof of the phantasm's terrifying might.
"Shen Anyu, I not only broke through to the Land Immortal realm in martial arts, but also in the Way of the Shaman!"
"Can you break this technique, the summoning of the Great Shaman Totem Phantasm with ancient music?"
Wu Shenyun's phoenix eyes narrowed, her beautiful, jade-like face radiating an absolute and unshakable arrogance. Today, she would not just defeat Shen Anyu. She would subdue him, break him, and make him her own.
"Your Holiness's Divine Might has reached such a level?" Wu He and the other cultists were overcome with a mixture of ecstasy and shock. Breaking through to become a Land Immortal in two separate disciplines, martial arts and the Way of the Shaman? Such a feat was unheard of. Who in the last thousand years could possibly compare to her?
Bai Bing's expression was unexpectedly calm. A strange fire burned in her eyes, and her blood boiled. She was already brewing her most powerful, life-risking strike. Even if it was a futile gesture, a moth flying into the flame, she would not hesitate. She would not regret it.
"Wu Shenyun, is this your trump card?" A clear, almost lazy laugh suddenly cut through the tension.
Everyone snapped their heads toward the source of the sound in astonishment. They saw Shen Anyu stretching casually, as if he were simply warming up for a light morning exercise. Then, with an almost disdainful air, he sent a light, simple punch upwards toward the descending Great Shaman Totem Phantasm.
Under Wu Shenyun's shocked and utterly disbelieving gaze, the unimaginable happened. The Great Shaman Totem Phantasm, a being of immense power that could level a city, exploded in mid-air. It couldn't withstand even that single, casual strike from Shen Anyu. It shattered into a million points of shimmering light, dissolving like a dream bubble pricked by a needle.
The terrifying force of the punch didn't stop there. Its momentum carried it forward, an invisible column of pure destruction that blasted straight through the flowing clouds ten thousand meters high, leaving a perfectly circular hole in the sky.
"If that's all you have, then you, Wu Shenyun, will have to kneel and surrender!" Shen Anyu smiled, his gaze locking onto the stunned Southern Border Goddess.
Wu Shenyun was very strong. In fact, for someone who had just broken through, she was a prodigy. Having reached the Land Immortal realm in both martial arts and the Way of the Shaman, her reserves of true essence were as vast and profound as the sea. Even a seasoned master like Sword Immortal Nie Yun, in his freshly ascended state, would almost certainly not be her opponent.
But unfortunately for her, Wu Shenyun had encountered Shen Anyu.
Even setting aside his true immortal cultivation foundation, Shen Anyu's other abilities had undergone a terrifying evolution after his own breakthrough to the Land Immortal realm. His God-level Telekinesis, his God-level Steel Body, and his various other God-tier skills had all surged in power exponentially. The current God-level Steel Body was not just twice as strong, or ten times as strong—it was hundreds of times more resilient than before. A punch from the Great Shaman Totem Phantasm, a blow that could blast a skyscraper to rubble, would feel like little more than an itch against his skin. Conversely, his own casual punch was a force that the phantasm could not even hope to endure.
With such a physical body, even without relying on his Supernatural Art, Love Infinite Teleport, Shen Anyu was already a nearly immortal and invincible existence on this planet. Even if a Martial God were to appear, he was confident he could still fight them to a standstill. And if he brought his immortal cultivation into play, along with the devastating Two-Aspects Life-Death Mystical Light and its lifespan-draining Divine Ability, his strength would double yet again.
"Impossible, this is impossible..."
Wu Shenyun clutched her chest, a violent tremor running through her body. Drops of crimson blood, bright as rubies, overflowed from the corners of her mouth, staining her pale lips. Her jade-like face was a mask of disbelief.
When the Wu Family was exterminated, she had escaped into the deep mountains, where she stumbled upon the lost inheritance of the ancient Shaman Cult. It was this legacy that allowed her to summon the Great Shaman Totem Phantasm with her flute. Even before she had achieved the rank of Land Immortal, she had used this very technique to instantly kill the master of the Blood Gu Sect, an ancient and powerful Heavenly Gu Master.
And now, having just ascended to the Land Immortal realm, she was confident that no one in the world could withstand the might of the Great Shaman Totem Phantasm.
Yet, it had been blasted apart by a single, casual punch from Shen Anyu.
The moment the phantasm was destroyed, she suffered a huge backlash. Her internal organs vibrated violently, and a sharp, stabbing pain erupted in her Divine Soul. Her injuries were not light. But what Wu Shenyun found far more unacceptable, what her pride simply could not endure, was the question that screamed in her mind: how could Shen Anyu be so powerful?
"Her Holiness... actually lost?" Wu He and the other cultists were all dumbfounded, their minds completely blank. The Southern Border Goddess, their invincible leader with such peerless Divine Might, had actually lost? And so decisively?
"The stinky master still has some strength." A faint smile touched Bai Bing's lips. It was a rare, genuine moment where she didn't speak poisonously about Shen Anyu, a feeling of pure joy and relief washing over her.
"You... how can you be so strong?" Wu Shenyun clutched her heart, letting the blood trickle down her chin. Her usually indifferent and disdainful face, now pale and stained with blood, took on a sickly, tragic beauty that was utterly captivating.
But Shen Anyu had no pity whatsoever. A woman like Wu Shenyun didn't need pity; that would be an insult to her pride.
"Want to learn? I'll teach you."
Shen Anyu looked at Wu Shenyun with a smile:
"But, you have to kneel!"
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