The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“I… I am the great-grandson of the Grand Elder of the Holy Soul Line of the Inner Sect!” “If you help me… my great-grandfather will definitely reward you generously…” However, as everyone looked at Tan Yun’s back, no one dared to say a single word. Just as she was about to say something, Mu Mengyi gently shook her head and said: “Shiyao, there’s no need to persuade him.” “Since he has decided to kill Murong Kun, it means he is confident that after entering the Inner Sect, he will be able to deal...
When Linghu Changkong was less than 10 ft away from the ground,
Tan Yun’s figure appeared above his head in an instant.
Then,
Tan Yun shot out his hand as fast as lightning
and grabbed Linghu Changkong’s left ankle!
Tan Yun swung Linghu Changkong’s body
in a circle above his head,
before smashing him violently toward the ground!
“Tan Yun, don’t—!”
“BOOM!”
Amid the clouds of dust
and the heavy impact that sounded like an iron hammer striking stone,
Linghu Changkong’s body slammed into the ground
creating a large deep crater.
“Pfft!”
Linghu Changkong spat out a mouthful of blood.
His hair was disheveled
as he writhed on the ground
groaning in pain.
If it were not for the spiritual power protecting his body,
that strike from Tan Yun
would have killed him already!
“Scrape… scrape…”
Tan Yun, whose body was covered in blood,
bent down
grabbed Linghu Changkong’s leg
and dragged the weakened body
toward Murong Kun, who was 1,000 ft away.
Linghu Changkong’s body
was dragged across the ground
leaving behind a long and terrifying trail of blood.
More than 800 disciples standing in front of the Mustard Seed Time-Space Tower
felt deep fear in their eyes
when they saw Tan Yun approaching.
Everyone immediately retreated to both sides
opening a path for Tan Yun to pass.
Tan Yun dragged Linghu Changkong
and slowly walked through the crowd
his expression cold and merciless.
“Help… help me…”
Linghu Changkong, who was being dragged,
begged weakly for help.
“I… I am the great-grandson of the Grand Elder of the Holy Soul Line of the Inner Sect!”
“If you help me… my great-grandfather will definitely reward you generously…”
However,
as everyone looked at Tan Yun’s back,
no one dared to say a single word.
Was that even a joke?
In everyone’s eyes,
the current Tan Yun
was no different from the God of Death.
The scene of him brutally killing more than 1,900 people earlier
was still vividly etched in their minds.
Tan Yun’s brutality
was deeply engraved in their thoughts.
In such a situation,
who would dare help Linghu Changkong?
Tan Yun passed through the crowd without any obstruction.
Then he threw Linghu Changkong beside Murong Kun,
and released the spiritual control over Murong Kun.
The moment Murong Kun regained consciousness,
the pain from his missing legs flooded in.
When he realized
that he had lost both legs,
a piercing scream echoed out.
“AHHH!”
“My legs… my legs!”
“Bang!”
Tan Yun looked down at Murong Kun
then stepped heavily on his face,
forcing Murong Kun’s mouth open
so he could only make muffled sounds.
Tan Yun looked down coldly
his voice filled with boundless hatred.
“Murong Kun.”
“It’s time for us to settle our accounts.”
“When Mengyi and I were returning to the sect,”
“I had no grudge against you at all.”
“But you tried to kill me to silence me.”
“So I had no choice but to jump off the crane with Mengyi.”
“If my body hadn’t been strong,”
“I would have already fallen to my death in the valley!”
Tan Yun paused slightly
before continuing coldly.
“After that,”
“you sent people to kill me again and again.”
“If it weren’t for luck,”
“I would have already died in the icy pool of the Dangerous Valley!”
At this point,
Tan Yun lifted his foot from Murong Kun’s face
and shouted furiously.
“Murong Kun!”
“Ask yourself this!”
“From beginning to end, did I, Tan Yun, ever provoke you?!”
Even though he was suffering from the pain of losing both legs,
Murong Kun still raised his head and looked at Tan Yun pleadingly.
“Tan Yun… I’m sorry…”
“It’s all my fault…”
“You never provoked me.”
“I was blind to make you my enemy…”
“If I hadn’t been lucky,”
“I would have already been killed by you many times!”
Tan Yun said with a dark expression,
“Besides,”
“Mengyi is my woman.”
“Yet you kept staring at her.”
“Shiyao is my friend.”
“Yet you colluded with Liu Rulong to violate her!”
“You are a beast!”
Suddenly,
Tan Yun raised his foot
and stomped fiercely down on Murong Kun’s groin.
“Crack!”
Murong Kun’s lower body
was instantly crushed.
“AAAAHHHH!”
Murong Kun let out a horrifying scream.
His body curled up
his face twisted
as he rolled on the ground in agony.
“Tan Yun… you’re right…”
“I am a beast…”
“Now I truly know I was wrong…”
“Please… don’t kill me…”
“From now on, I’ll do anything you ask!”
Tan Yun said coldly,
“Since you say you deserve to die,”
“then I will grant your wish!”
Suddenly,
Tan Yun extended his right hand.
A low-grade spirit weapon flying sword
appeared in his hand.
Then he slashed toward Murong Kun’s throat!
“Tan Yun! You can’t kill me!”
Murong Kun’s tears and mucus mixed together
and flowed into his mouth.
“My grandfather is the 2nd Elder of the Beast Soul Line of the Inner Sect!”
“Tan Yun, think carefully!”
“I am my grandfather’s only grandson!”
“If you kill me,”
“the moment you enter the Inner Sect,”
“what awaits you… will only be death!”
When Zhong Wu Shiyao heard Murong Kun begging for his life,
she became extremely anxious.
Just as she was about to say something,
Mu Mengyi gently shook her head and said:
“Shiyao, there’s no need to persuade him.”
“Since he has decided to kill Murong Kun, it means he is confident that after entering the Inner Sect, he will be able to deal with the 2nd Elder of the Beast Soul Line.”
While Mu Mengyi was speaking to Zhong Wu Shiyao,
more than 800 disciples not far away
were staring unblinkingly at the flying sword in Tan Yun’s hand.
At that moment,
everyone finally realized
just how deep the hatred between Tan Yun and Murong Kun truly was.
If they put themselves in Tan Yun’s position,
they would probably want to cripple Murong Kun first
and then tear his body into pieces
to vent their hatred completely!
However,
even though they thought so,
if such a situation truly happened to them
and they asked themselves honestly,
there was only 1 answer—
they would not dare to kill him.
Because if they truly killed Murong Kun,
the moment they entered the Inner Sect,
they would inevitably face the wrath of the 2nd Elder of the Beast Soul Line.
How could an Inner Sect disciple
possibly contend with an elder of that level?
There was only 1 outcome—
death!
After pondering for a while,
everyone came to the same conclusion:
as long as Tan Yun was not trying to commit suicide,
he would definitely not dare to kill Murong Kun!
However,
Tan Yun’s next action
completely stunned everyone!
Tan Yun grabbed Murong Kun’s hair
and pulled his head up,
then whispered softly beside his ear:
“Murong Kun, if we’re talking about schemes and tricks,”
“I have many ways to kill your grandfather.”
“After I enter the Inner Sect,”
“if your grandfather does not come looking for trouble with me,”
“I will not act against him because of you.”
“But if he dares to interfere with me…”
Tan Yun’s gaze turned as cold as ice.
“Don’t worry.”
“Soon enough, I will personally send him to meet you!”
Before the words had even finished,
Tan Yun released his hand
and slashed the sword once!
“Slash!”
Murong Kun’s head
was severed instantly!
“Roll… roll…”
His head rolled several feet across the ground.
Within those fear-filled eyes
still lingered utter disbelief.
Perhaps
he had never imagined
that Tan Yun would truly dare to kill him!
“Murong Kun… was really killed by Tan Yun!”
Among the more than 800 disciples,
one person muttered absentmindedly.
“Does that mean… Tan Yun will kill Linghu Changkong next?”
As everyone trembled in fear,
Linghu Changkong, lying on the ground,
slowly raised his head with great difficulty.
His eyes were filled with tears.
He glanced at Murong Kun’s corpse,
whose background was just as powerful as his own,
then looked back at Tan Yun
and pleaded:
“Tan Yun… I don’t want to die yet…”
“Please spare my life.”
“I swear I will never be your enemy again… alright?”
At this moment,
he clearly understood something:
no matter how powerful someone’s background was,
there were always certain people
who did not care about such things at all.
And Tan Yun
was exactly that kind of person!
Tan Yun shook his head coldly.
“In this world, no one wants to die.”
“If back then I had not been a match for Ye Tian,”
“wouldn’t I already be dead by now?”
Linghu Changkong still refused to give up.
He hurriedly said:
“Tan Yun… my great-grandfather is not like Murong Kun’s grandfather!”
“My great-grandfather is the Grand Elder of the Holy Soul Line of the Inner Sect!”
“All disciples of the Holy Soul Line in the Inner Sect are under his supervision!”
“Both his authority and status far surpass Murong Kun’s grandfather!”
“Tan Yun, if you let me go,”
“I will ask my great-grandfather to protect you,”
“and prevent Murong Kun’s grandfather from taking revenge on you…”
Before Linghu Changkong could finish speaking,
Tan Yun said indifferently:
“I don’t care.”
“Slash!”
The sword in Tan Yun’s right hand cut through the air.
In an instant,
Linghu Changkong’s head was severed!
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