The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Now I will show you that you are even inferior to the lowly!” Tan Yun grabbed the young man in embroidered robes with his left hand, then suddenly struck with his right hand ten consecutive times. Without them, how would you brew your pills?” “You are using spirit stones mined by the laborers’ sweat and the spirit herbs they carefully cultivate, yet you treat disciples and servants with contempt, stripping them of human rights!” “Calling you beasts is still too lenient, for you are coarser than ...
They were not fools. From the speed of Tan Yun’s attacks, they knew very well that they could not contend with this rustic disciple at all!
They thought they had found a weak target they could manipulate at will, but who would have expected they were kicking a hot frying pan!
“Y…you… who exactly are you…” stammered the young man in embroidered robes, his eyes blazing with anger as Tan Yun held his neck.
“The Third Elder of the Tiao Ye Sect is my uncle! Let me go immediately!”
“Bang!”
“Let go?”
Tan Yun slapped him again, leaving his left cheek completely smashed beyond recognition.
Tan Yun spoke each word clearly, icy cold:
“Listen carefully. I am the lowly person you spoke of. Now I will show you that you are even inferior to the lowly!”
Tan Yun grabbed the young man in embroidered robes with his left hand, then suddenly struck with his right hand ten consecutive times. The young man screamed, blood flowing from his ears, nose, and eyes. His head turned red and swollen like a pig’s, his skin torn!
“Thud!”
Tan Yun slammed the young man in embroidered robes to the ground, his internal organs shaking, blood gushing out with wailing cries as he rolled on the floor.
The ferocity of the punishment against these eleven disciples immediately drew everyone’s attention in the arena. People from the Bayawen Bar spoke among themselves before approaching to surround Tan Yun:
“What am I seeing? Senior Pang was hit by a lowly disciple!”
“Go, go check it out!”
“This lowly disciple is crazy! Who is Senior Pang? He’s the Third Elder of the family!”
“This lowly disciple is finished! Just wait—when the Elder finds out, he’ll be lucky to survive!”
“...”
Amid the laughter, mockery, and astonishment, hundreds of disciples surrounded Tan Yun.
Tan Yun ignored all the ridicule.
He stepped on Senior Pang’s chest and even spat words of scorn at him. Then his sharp, sword-like gaze swept over the ten disciples with broken noses and mangled mouths. The calm, cold tone of his voice carried tremendous power:
“Listen carefully, you lowly beasts!”
“They are laborers, working under the scorching sun, drenched in sweat, digging spiritual ore. Without them, where would the spirit crystals in your hands come from?”
“The servants in the Spirit Herb Garden diligently cultivate spirit herbs. Without them, how would you brew your pills?”
“You are using spirit stones mined by the laborers’ sweat and the spirit herbs they carefully cultivate, yet you treat disciples and servants with contempt, stripping them of human rights!”
“Calling you beasts is still too lenient, for you are coarser than beasts themselves!”
Tan Yun stepped down on the young man in embroidered robes, a smile appearing on his lips.
“Senior Pang, tell me. Am I right or wrong?”
Senior Pang hesitated. In the past, with almost no standing, not a hundred disciples would dare to oppose him. He knew that if he yielded, the long-built honor would vanish instantly, and he would become a laughingstock!
The important point:
He was the Third Elder of the family. He could not lose face like this under any circumstances!
“Hesitating? Fine, I’ll give you time to consider,” Tan Yun’s gaze gradually turned icy cold, his voice chilling.
“But the final outcome is only one: you must apologize to the lowly disciple!”
“Bang!”
“No!”
The sound of cracking bones mixed with screams echoed through the air as Tan Yun’s foot struck Senior Pang’s left arm, breaking it!
“Ahhh! Tan Yun! I will curse all your ancestors!” Senior Pang shouted hoarsely. “You’re just a lowly disciple! How dare you kill me!”
“Yes, I intended to kill you. But if I did, I would violate the sect rules and be executed,” Tan Yun said with a mocking smile. “Hmm? Do you want to trade your worthless life with me?”
“My life is more precious than anything!” Tan Yun’s voice resonated across the surrounding area. “Apologize to me! Apologize to the lowly disciple you have insulted!”
As soon as the command came, Tan Yun stomped on Senior Pang’s right arm.
“Bang!”
The remaining arm was severed, blood spraying from Senior Pang’s body.
“Ahhh!” The chilling scream pierced Senior Pang’s mouth. Thousands of ninth-rank disciples from the Wooden Realm watching felt a shiver down their spines as they witnessed Tan Yun’s mercilessness.
No one dared to intervene!
Even the brave were cautious; Senior Pang had a notorious reputation among hundreds of Wooden Realm disciples. He was no kind-hearted person.
But seeing Senior Pang brutally punished by Tan Yun, they felt ashamed. The long-held notion that the lowly disciples were despicable and contemptible had been deeply ingrained in their minds.
In the past, only alchemy disciples looked down on lowly disciples. Today, for the first time, they saw lowly disciples turn the tables and harm the alchemy disciples!
“Senior Pang, you’re strong! Endure it, don’t apologize!” Tan Yun said as he raised his right foot and stomped on Senior Pang’s left knee.
“Tan Yun, I apologize!” Senior Pang’s eyes were red with fear.
“Too late for apologies!” Tan Yun said coldly with a crunch. “Crack!” His left knee shattered, blood spurted from that leg, and his body collapsed to the ground several feet away.
“Stop hitting me… stop hitting me!” Senior Pang’s face was mangled beyond recognition, but his eyes were filled with extreme terror!
“Tan Yun, you are right! I, Senior Pang, am more evil than a beast. I, Senior Pang, should not have insulted the lowly disciple!” Senior Pang, now missing both arms and his left leg, cried out his apology from the floor.
“Exactly. That’s correct. If you had apologized from the start, you wouldn’t have endured such suffering,” Tan Yun mocked, then turned to the remaining ten disciples with an icy voice:
“Even lowly disciples have dignity and pride. You should recognize the sect’s rules: without them, today you would already be cold corpses!”
After speaking, Tan Yun coldly stepped on Senior Pang’s head, then strode into the training arena.
Those watching instinctively stepped aside.
As Tan Yun walked forward, someone couldn’t help but speak:
“No wonder the lowly disciples are so proud! This is the one who killed Li Zi’an, the disciple of the Twelfth Elder!”
Meanwhile, the ten disciples with broken noses and teeth quickly helped Senior Pang stand, collected his severed limbs, and hurriedly left.
At the same time, in the sky, the Sixth Elder, Shen Wende, stood on a flying sword, watching Tan Yun remain calm despite the destruction of Senior Pang’s body. His eyes revealed deep admiration.
“This child is ruthless and decisive in attack. The eleven ninth-rank Wooden Realm disciples were far too weak in his presence!”
…
At the center of the giant martial arena stood a luxurious hall that collected fees: the Permission Hall.
Hundreds of Wooden Realm disciples could obtain the right to train in the Mustard Seed Space-Time Pagodas by paying the fee at this hall.
Last month, the fee collector was none other than Duan Zhen, a close aide to Elder Lu Wu.
After learning that Li Zi’an’s life lantern had gone out, he hurried to Mount Lu Dao to inform Lu Wu.
“The Twelfth Elder was forced to kneel in the Spirit Herb Garden. Now I must find a way to inform his father!” Duan Zhen said seriously. The father in question was the Fourth Elder of the Alchemy Lineage in the Xian Sect.
While Duan Zhen was thinking, his eyes suddenly narrowed. He looked toward Tan Yun, who had just entered the main hall. A fleeting glint of malice appeared in his eyes before returning to normal.
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