The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
At that moment, not only did Ma Chi think that his finger had been broken by Tan Yun’s sudden attack, but the watching disciples all thought the same. This was Zhong Han Dong, a personal disciple of the Second Elder of the Weapon Cultivation Sect, and the most skilled disciple under the Second Elder in weapon forging. As for your attack on Ma Chi, I won’t pursue it.” Hearing this, Tan Yun laughed mockingly, staring at Zhong Han Dong without fear: “Hah, just hearing that is funny.
At that moment, not only did Ma Chi think that his finger had been broken by Tan Yun’s sudden attack, but the watching disciples all thought the same.
Everyone was certain that Tan Yun had no way to withstand Ma Chi’s powerful punch!
But to everyone’s astonishment, Tan Yun transformed his right hand into a claw and effortlessly caught Ma Chi’s incoming fist.
“How is this possible?! You’re only a Seventh Level disciple! How are you stronger than me?!” Ma Chi screamed in fear, struggling to pull back his left hand but failing.
“Shhh!”
Ma Chi lifted his foot and brutally kicked Tan Yun in the groin. “You lowly servant, may you have no descendants…”
Before he could finish saying “you…”, a blood-curdling scream erupted: “Ah… ah!”
Snap!
But Tan Yun raised his right foot. Amidst flying droplets of blood, he destroyed Ma Chi’s kicking left foot and continued to crush the lower half of Ma Chi’s body.
Snap!
Tan Yun’s right hand pressed down hard on Ma Chi’s left fist, then kicked him several dozen feet, sending him crashing violently onto the hall floor.
At that moment, the hundreds of disciples in the hall widened their eyes in shock, staring at Ma Chi writhing in pain, disbelief written all over their faces.
“Who is this filthy servant with a mud-covered face? Did they take some wrong medicine? How dare they attack the staff of Wanbaoling Pavilion?”
“Even when hitting a dog, you must be careful of the owner! Wanbao Lingge was built by high-ranking Weapon Lineage members, yet this tiny servant dares to strike Ma Chi!”
“Ah…” Ma Chi screamed in agony. “Brother Zhong, help me! Someone is causing chaos in our Wanbaoling Pavilion!”
Suddenly, a voice of anger rang from upstairs:
“Who dares step on my face in Wanbao Lingge?!”
Immediately, a beautiful emerald-green shadow and a white streak appeared, descending the stairs from the second floor.
Tan Yun’s eyes narrowed, his heart racing. But from the speed of these two, he immediately knew they were no ordinary people.
In the blink of an eye, a man in white and a young woman around 20 years old appeared beside Ma Chi.
The man in white looked about 30 years old, with a broad face, decisive eyes, and clearly handsome features. He was at Great Perfection of the Fetal Soul Realm.
This was Zhong Han Dong, a personal disciple of the Second Elder of the Weapon Cultivation Sect, and the most skilled disciple under the Second Elder in weapon forging. At just 30 years old, he was already a high-level weapon craftsman.
The woman wore a long blue dress, with bright eyes, white teeth, snow-white skin, elegant shoulders, a slim waist that could be held with one hand, a goddess-like face, and a slender, graceful figure.
Her natural beauty, without any makeup, drew the attention of all the male disciples in the hall.
“Senior Sister Gong Sun, truly lives up to her title as one of the Thirteen Beauties of the sect!”
“Yes! Qi Meridian has three beauties. There are rumors that the new disciple Zhong Wu Shi Yao is slightly more beautiful than Senior Sister Gongsun, but in my heart, Senior Sister Gongsun is still the most beautiful!”
The disciples were referring to the three beauties of Qi Meridian: Zhong Wu Shi Yao, Chief Daoist Murong, and the naturally beautiful Gongsun Ruoxi.
Gongsun Ruoxi was also a personal disciple of Murong Daozhe, but in terms of status, she could not surpass Zhong Wu Shi Yao.
Of course, Gongsun Ruoxi’s weapon-forging skills were exceptional, on par with a Saint-level weapon craftsman. Currently, there were only three such masters, and she was one of them.
She was a prodigy in weapon forging, excelling in every aspect: fame, beauty, skill, and talent!
At that moment, the voices of disciples admiring Gongsun Ruoxi echoed around. Zhong Han Dong felt a wave of jealousy spreading through him. He swept his gaze across the hall emotionlessly and said firmly, leaving no room for argument:
“Apologies for now. I have important matters to attend to.”
“Yes, Senior Zhong!” everyone replied in unison, quickly leaving Wanbaoling Pavilion.
As soon as the crowd had gone, the doors of Wanbaoling Pavilion slammed shut.
“Feels like they’re trying to trap a dog by closing the doors!”
“Exactly! I tell you, that bold little servant will be beaten into the floor for sure!”
“Of course! That lowly servant even dared to attack someone from Myriad Treasures Spirit Pavilion. I bet he’ll be thrown out almost dead soon!”
“Haha, since we’re here waiting, let’s just watch the fun.”
“….”
While everyone outside laughed and whispered, inside the main hall, Zhong Han Dong looked down at Tan Yun with a fierce glare and said with authority:
“If it weren’t for the sect rules, I would cut your head off right now!”
“Don’t worry. I’m not taking your life. Just break your own legs and crawl out of Wanbaoling Pavilion. As for your attack on Ma Chi, I won’t pursue it.”
Hearing this, Tan Yun laughed mockingly, staring at Zhong Han Dong without fear:
“Hah, just hearing that is funny. I just came to buy some rare treasures because I heard Wanbao Lingge is famous… but now it feels like I walked straight into a den of thieves.”
“How dare you! Dare to slander the reputation of my Wanbao Lingge!” Zhong Han Dong glared at Tan Yun, about to take action. Gongsun Ruoxi gently held him back.
“Senior Zhong, don’t do anything yet,” she said, staring coldly and emotionlessly at Tan Yun. “You must explain yourself. What do you mean by ‘den of thieves’? If your reasoning is insufficient, you will not leave Wanbaoling Pavilion today!”
“Hah, you almost scared me to death,” Tan Yun taunted, staring at her fearlessly. “Let me ask you something. When you built Wanbao Lingge, weren’t your customers supposed to be the most important?”
“Of course!” Gongsun Ruoxi replied firmly.
“Good,” Tan Yun said, pointing at Ma Chi, the arrogant and pitiful man. “Then let me ask again. I just entered the hall, and this conceited man told me to leave. Is this how you treat your customers?”
Gongsun Ruoxi was stunned. Tan Yun emphasized harshly:
“He kept belittling me, and when I asked for an apology, he attacked me again… Gongsun, what’s going on here?”
“He overestimated himself, but I injured him, and he still called you guys…” Tan Yun paused, staring at Zhong Han Dong, whose face had turned pale. His voice turned even colder:
“And you closed the doors without asking any reason, forcing me to break my own legs and crawl out of Wanbaoling Pavilion!”
“You people of Wanbao Lingge are too cruel! How is this different from the so-called ‘black shops’ on the streets that kill people?” Tan Yun turned back to Gongsun Ruoxi and sneered. “When I said Wanbao Lingge is a den of thieves, I was being gentle. What do you think, Miss Gongsun?”
Tan Yun’s words hit like invisible slaps on the faces of Gongsun Ruoxi and Zhong Han Dong, leaving them both very serious.
Gongsun Ruoxi took a deep breath and turned her gaze to Ma Chi with a cold glare.
“Is what he said true? Answer me!”
--Translated by likesnovel--