The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Stop speaking this instant!” Murong Daoze trembled all over, his eyes filled with fury as he stared at Wang Zhi and roared coldly. Ranked 180 on the Hidden Dragon Rankings—and he still couldn’t defeat Tan Yun!” “If news of this spreads, where am I, as the sect master, supposed to put my face?” At this moment, Murong Daoze was not only reprimanding Wang Zhi and Cao Bin—he was venting the suppressed rage that had built up inside him! If Cao Bin had been more cautious, Tan Yun would not have been h...
“Enough! Stop speaking this instant!”
Murong Daoze trembled all over, his eyes filled with fury as he stared at Wang Zhi and roared coldly.
“What do you want me to do? Go argue with that Shen Su Ping? Tell her that an inner sect genius disciple of the Spirit Vein Branch was crippled by a mere servant disciple?”
“Take a good look at your disciple! Ranked 180 on the Hidden Dragon Rankings—and he still couldn’t defeat Tan Yun!”
“If news of this spreads, where am I, as the sect master, supposed to put my face?”
At this moment, Murong Daoze was not only reprimanding Wang Zhi and Cao Bin—he was venting the suppressed rage that had built up inside him!
The humiliation and frustration he had been forced to swallow were now erupting uncontrollably!
He had never imagined that Tan Yun—the one once deemed useless during the sect selection—would grow to such an extent!
“Sect Master… please calm your anger!” Wang Zhi said tremblingly.
Murong Daoze took a deep breath, then spoke in an icy tone.
“You may leave. Go and take good care of Cao Bin. He will not be participating in the journey to the Immortal Nirvana Sect anymore.”
“This subordinate obeys. I take my leave.”
Wang Zhi quickly bowed and withdrew.
—
After he left, Murong Daoze turned his gaze toward Zhong Wuxi Yao and Gong Sun Ruoxi, who stood with their heads lowered.
After suppressing his emotions slightly, he spoke in a tone that allowed no rebuttal.
“Tell me… what exactly happened?”
Zhong Wuxi Yao fell silent for a moment before speaking with dissatisfaction.
“I do not like Cao Bin. He has been harassing me all this time. Twenty-five days ago, I went to Mount Changling Immortal Peak with Senior Sister Gong Sun, and he still followed me there.”
“Tan Yun was not the one who provoked trouble. On the contrary, Cao Bin insulted him first and even threatened to cut off his arm and harm the Herb Pavilion disciples. That was why Tan Yun acted. That is how the situation escalated.”
After hearing this, Murong Daoze turned to Gong Sun Ruoxi.
“Master, Junior Sister Zhong is telling the truth,” Gong Sun Ruoxi replied honestly.
“I understand. You may leave. I am tired.”
“Yes, Master.”
—
Just as Zhong Wuxi Yao and Gong Sun Ruoxi left the hall, an icy voice echoed again in Gong Sun Ruoxi’s ears.
“Come back. I have something to ask you.”
Soon, Gong Sun Ruoxi re-entered the Murong Immortal Hall.
“Ruoxi, tell me the truth… how strong is Tan Yun exactly?”
Killing intent was already faintly visible in Murong Daoze’s eyes.
Gong Sun Ruoxi’s heart trembled.
“He seems… intent on killing Tan Yun!”
On the way back, she had heard from Zhong Wuxi Yao that Tan Yun was someone extremely decisive and unafraid of any authority.
Moreover, she herself admired his artifact refinement skills, and hesitation arose in her heart.
She answered calmly:
“Master, Tan Yun only used an eye technique to control the mind. Junior Brother Cao Bin was careless and fell into his trap. If Cao Bin had been more cautious, Tan Yun would not have been his match at all.”
“I see.” Murong Daoze nodded slightly, then said coldly:
“Tan Yun injured Cao Bin, preventing him from participating in the artifact refinement competition.”
“If our sect wins against the Immortal Nirvana Sect and the Holy Spirit Hall this time, so be it.”
“But if we lose… I will personally kill Tan Yun!”
—
At the same time.
Murong Hong, Elder 2 of the Spirit Beast Branch, upon hearing that the murderer of his grandson—Tan Yun—was still alive, became so enraged that his eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
Meanwhile, the leader of the Sacred Spirit Dao Branch smashed everything inside his hall, roaring furiously:
“Tan Yun! You killed my descendant—I will grind you into dust!”
—
Time passed quickly.
On the night of the fourth day before departure.
Tan Yun believed that at dawn, during Chen hour (07:00–09:00), everyone would gather at Mount Pingqing Immortal Peak to set off for the Immortal Nirvana Sect.
Thus, he invited Luo Fan and Song Hong to drink at “Immortal Peak No. 555,” refusing to let them leave until they were completely drunk.
Although they appeared intoxicated on the surface, after sending the two away, Tan Yun’s gaze turned completely cold—without the slightest trace of drunkenness.
“Lü Wu… you first sent Duan Zhen and Jiang Xie to assassinate me.”
“And later even used Pang Suyuan…”
Tan Yun smiled coldly.
“Tonight… let’s settle all accounts at once.”
Tan Yun donned the “Ice Turtle Breath-Concealing Cloak,” suppressing all spiritual energy fluctuations throughout his body. Riding the “Golden Lion Dragon Divine Beast,” he tore through the dark night sky, heading straight for Mount Ludaoxian, over 20,000 li away.
His decision to act tonight was not impulsive, but the result of careful consideration.
With the Golden Lion Dragon Divine Beast’s speed of up to 500,000 li per day, a distance of 20,000 li required only half an incense stick of time to reach.
—
A shadow like a ghost silently descended above the sea of clouds in front of Lu Daoxian’s cave.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh…
Tan Yun extended his right hand from within the Ice Turtle Cloak. With a flick of his fingers, 10 strands of spiritual energy shot forward and slammed directly into the cave entrance, shattering the protective formation with a violent shockwave!
“Who dares invade my cave!”
A furious roar erupted from inside.
“Take him down quickly… and don’t kill him,” Tan Yun ordered coldly.
At his command, a streak of golden light shot out like lightning, piercing straight into the cave entrance!
—
“Argh…!”
The moment Lu Wu flew out with his sword, he let out a scream.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking echoed as the right side of his ribs was completely shattered. Blood spurted from his back as his body was sent flying backward.
In the next instant, the golden light transformed back into the Golden Lion Dragon Divine Beast.
“ROAR!”
It expanded instantly to over 10 zhang in size, raising its massive claw and slamming it down toward Lu Wu’s head!
—
The Golden Lion Dragon Divine Beast’s speed was comparable to a perfect-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Even in peak condition, Lu Wu had no chance of evading.
“Die!”
Lu Wu didn’t even have time to turn around before swinging his sword with all his strength!
Clang!
His claw was partially severed by the sword strike, but the momentum did not stop—it continued crashing downward.
Crack!
The bones in his sword-wielding right arm shattered instantly, blood exploding outward.
—
“No—!”
A desperate scream echoed through the cave.
The sharp claw pierced through Lu Wu’s shoulder, shattered his collarbone, and pierced through his chest. Blood sprayed across the ground of the cave.
“ROAR!”
The Golden Lion Dragon Divine Beast dragged Lu Wu deeper into the cave, leaving a long, gruesome trail of blood behind.
—
Tan Yun calmly walked into the cave, activated a sound-sealing formation outside, and sat down on a chair, looking at the blood-soaked Lu Wu with a cold expression.
Lu Wu struggled on the ground before suddenly widening his eyes in terror.
“You… you’re Shen Subing!”
He screamed madly.
“Don’t think I don’t know! The one who killed Pang Siyuan was you!”
“I already told my father—if anything happens to me, all of you will die!”
In his mind, the cloaked figure had to be either Shen Subing or Shen Wende—both Nascent Soul Stage 8 cultivators.
—
Tan Yun chuckled lightly, lifted a chair leg, and smashed it down onto Lu Wu’s hand before sitting down casually.
“So… you’re really that afraid of me?”
His voice carried a chilling laugh.
—
Suddenly, Lu Wu froze completely, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“You… you are Tan Yun!”
“You’re only at Core Formation Stage 9… how is it possible that you have a Tier 3 spirit beast under your control?”
--Translated by likesnovel--