The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
The spatial ring on his finger flickered continuously as 11 top-grade, peak-tier spiritual flying swords—imbued with the attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, lightning, time and space, light, and death—shot out in a straight line, piercing into the sky! A total of 14 beams of primordial light shot out from between Tan Yun’s brows, piercing through the rain before transforming into 11 beams, each striking one of the 11 flying swords surrounding everyone! At that very moment— Tan Yun’s v...
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!”
The instant Tan Yun finished speaking, he struck first in a flash!
The spatial ring on his finger flickered continuously as 11 top-grade, peak-tier spiritual flying swords—imbued with the attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, lightning, time and space, light, and death—shot out in a straight line, piercing into the sky!
“Go!”
The wind-attribute flying sword beneath his feet shot forward along with Tan Yun. At the same time, another low-grade flying sword flew out from his spatial ring, positioning itself beneath his feet!
“Form!”
Tan Yun’s expression turned solemn. In an instant, the 11 flying swords hovering in the air spread out into a ring formation, their tips pointing downward!
As the diameter expanded to 300 zhang—
All 11 flying swords plunged down simultaneously!
In just a blink, Song Qinglei on the spirit vessel and the 42 disciples surrounding Tan Yun were all trapped within the sword formation!
Seeing this, Song Qinglei—standing with his hands behind his back atop the spirit vessel—sneered mockingly.
“Look at that! A mere Level 7 Nascent Soul menial disciple can actually set up a sword formation!”
The crowd burst into ridicule—
“Oh wow, I’m so scared!”
“Hahaha! Trash, go on! Let us see just how capable your sword formation is!”
Song Qinglei and the other 43 people did not take Tan Yun seriously at all!
A menial disciple setting up a formation? What a joke!
If he could set up formations, then maybe he could refine pills too!
Even if he knew how to set one up, in their eyes, it would only be a trivial formation—utterly incomparable to that of a true formation master!
“Laugh while you can! Laugh as much as you want—I hope you’ll still be laughing in a moment!”
Tan Yun sneered coldly. His lips moved silently—reading them, one could see he spoke 6 words—
“Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation!”
In an instant!
The 7 Primordial Nascent Souls within Tan Yun’s mind opened their eyes. At the same time, 2 streams of primordial light burst from each pair of eyes!
A total of 14 beams of primordial light shot out from between Tan Yun’s brows, piercing through the rain before transforming into 11 beams, each striking one of the 11 flying swords surrounding everyone!
In a split second—
The 11 flying swords spun like lightning, radiating primordial light in all directions at incredible speed!
Soon, they formed a massive sphere of 300 zhang, like a miniature primordial universe—trapping everyone inside!
“What kind of formation is this? I’ve never seen anything like it!”
Song Qinglei’s expression tightened as he shouted urgently,
“Everyone, be careful!”
“Buzz!”
“Buzz!”
“Buzz—!”
The formation, resembling a primordial universe, trembled violently!
Golden energy surged from the metal-attribute sword, transforming into a golden dragon that swam rapidly within the formation!
At once—
Massive pillar-like forces composed of wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and lightning surged into the formation, merging with the metal energy!
“Buzz!”
The time-and-space attribute sword trembled violently!
In an instant, the power of time and space fused silently—distorting spacetime within the formation!
Then—
The death-attribute sword quivered, releasing waves of death energy that spread throughout the massive formation!
“Boom!”
Space itself trembled!
A brilliant white curtain of light burst forth from the light-attribute sword, and upon merging with the power of the other 10 attributes—
The Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation entered a state of “Chaos”!
At that moment—
All 43 people inside the formation were struck with extreme shock!
They… could no longer see one another!
“Where are you all?!”
Song Qinglei shouted hoarsely from atop the spirit vessel, fear surging in his heart!
However—
His voice seemed trapped, echoing only within his own mouth, unable to transmit outward!
The other 42 disciples screamed in terror—but their voices were likewise confined, unable to escape!
At that very moment—
Tan Yun’s voice, filled with killing intent, resounded throughout the entire formation—
“Boundless Formation!”
“Run!”
Suppressing his fear, Song Qinglei forced his spirit vessel to surge forward into the boundless chaos!
However—
Although the vessel could travel dozens of li in an instant, it could not escape this endless void!
Cold sweat drenched Song Qinglei’s body. No matter which direction he flew, all he could see was infinite emptiness—without end!
“Ahhh! Someone tell me—what exactly is going on?!”