Shing—

The instant Shen Yi's hand closed on the hilt, the Cold Mountain Ancestor finally broke free of the Divine Peak Suppressing the Blue Sky.

Under that vast, invisible force, the old demon from Xihong's loose, sagging skin slowly drew taut. With a ripping sound, its right arm tore through its already ragged clothes.

Its body swelled rapidly into a strange fish several hundred zhang tall, half scale and half feather. Though it was fish-shaped, it had four webbed claws, and its greasy body was so bloated and round that it looked like a giant toad.

The terrible old wounds among its scales and feathers bore witness to the perils it had once faced.

Even the kalpa of slaughter that had shaken all of Hongze hadn't cost the Cold Mountain Ancestor its life. Now it was only facing a young cultivator. The immortal-method was formidable, true, but it had seen cultivators with immortal-methods in Beihong before. What was there to fear!

“This Seat says—”

The hideous fish raised its head toward the sky. Its huge mouth, as wide as its whole head, gaped open in fury, and a deep blast of sound laced with ice crystals rolled out: “Come down!”

Within that blast, the surrounding waters froze again, the whole surface covered in ice several zhang thick, turning water into land. The Cold Mountain Ancestor's four limbs slammed down on this glacial ground, and amid the shaking of earth and mountains it charged toward the figure hanging in the sky!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Its heavy footsteps rang like a great bell and a deep chime across the nearby waters and lands. A bone-piercing current of frost spread out, plunging the place into the dead of winter. Even Deng Xiangjun, a great Earth Realm cultivator, felt a chill seep into the five viscera of his path infant, and for a moment his breath caught.

Feeling a middle-stage Heaven Realm great demon's true strength once more, he instinctively looked up.

Deng Xiangjun didn't really know what Shen Yi's immortal-method could do. He could only infer from what he'd seen that it was…