The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Senior Brother Zhong will definitely win…!” The cheering voice of a disciple from the Huangfu Shengzong had not even finished speaking before it suddenly stopped, turning into a scream of panic instead. Amid the thunderous ridicule and laughter of the Eternal Immortal Sect disciples, at the very moment Zhong Hantong’s sword was about to slash across Tuoba Zhantian’s throat— Tuoba Zhantian’s figure vanished in an instant, like a ghostly shadow! “Sect Master Tang, the truth is already clear.” “You...
“Senior Brother Zhong is strong! Senior Brother Zhong will definitely win…!”
The cheering voice of a disciple from the Huangfu Shengzong had not even finished speaking before it suddenly stopped, turning into a scream of panic instead.
“Senior Brother Zhong!!”
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In that instant, it felt as though time itself had frozen over the peak of the Eternal Immortal Sect.
Amid the thunderous ridicule and laughter of the Eternal Immortal Sect disciples, at the very moment Zhong Hantong’s sword was about to slash across Tuoba Zhantian’s throat—
Tuoba Zhantian’s figure vanished in an instant, like a ghostly shadow!
And in that split second, everyone only saw a streak of sword light flash like lightning, narrowly brushing past Zhong Hantong’s neck!
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Then, Zhong Hantong’s body remained frozen in his sword-drawing stance. His eyes widened like bronze bells, filled with 30% fear and 70% disbelief.
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“Ethereal Steps!”
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Whoosh!
Almost at the same time, a phantom figure appeared beside Xu Qi, 100 feet away.
A streak of sword light followed instantly, accompanied by a spray of blood—piercing straight through Xu Qi’s throat!
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Whoosh!
The green-robed figure flickered once again, appearing 50 feet away, now revealing Tuoba Zhantian in a green robe.
He stood with his left hand behind his back, while his right hand held a trembling sword, drops of blood dripping from its blade.
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“Ugh…”
Xu Qi clutched his pierced throat, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness, before collapsing onto the ground and turning into a lifeless pool of blood.
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At the same time…
100 feet away, a thin red line suddenly appeared across Zhong Hantong’s neck.
The line slowly widened into a bloody gash, and fresh blood erupted outward.
His head then slowly slid off his neck…
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Because Tuoba Zhantian’s speed and sword technique were too fast, Zhong Hantong’s head only fell to the ground at that very moment.
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Thud!
The headless body, still gushing fresh blood, collapsed heavily onto the ground.
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Tuoba Zhantian had displayed a terrifying level of power.
In just a single instant, he executed a dual kill—appearing in one place to decapitate Zhong Hantong, and then instantly reappearing elsewhere to pierce Xu Qi’s throat.
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Two kills in an instant… both died on the spot!
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“Senior Brother Tuoba is amazing!”
“Senior Brother Tuoba is the strongest!”
“Kill them all!”
Cheers from the Huangfu Shengzong disciples echoed across the entire peak.
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On the other side, the weapon and formation disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect stood trembling, their eyes red with tears.
Their emotions were a mix of anger, disbelief, fear, and confusion.
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The formation disciples clenched their fists tightly, their faces filled with unwilling rage.
Xu Qi was their strongest formation genius, ranked 50th on the Crouching Dragon List.
Yet he was instantly killed by Tuoba Zhantian—who was also at the same Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm—without even the slightest chance to resist.
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The terrifying strength of Tuoba Zhantian sent chills through their entire bodies.
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And what confused them even more was…
Is this really the decline of our sect?
Does this still count as an “ancient sect”?
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“Senior Brother Xu… sob!”
“Senior Brother Zhong… sob!”
Crying voices echoed from both the formation and weapon branches.
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At that moment, Gongsun Ruoxi looked at Zhong Hantong’s headless corpse—the man who had pursued her for years.
Her emotions were complicated and indescribable.
Although she had never had feelings for him, he had still been someone brave enough to face death today without taking a single step back…
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“Enough! All of you, shut up!”
A sharp voice rang out from Murong Shishi.
Although her tone was stern, her eyes were already red with suppressed grief.
It had taken immense effort to cultivate an elite disciple of their sect…
Just looking at Zhong Hantong’s corpse made her heart tremble.
Even the senior leaders of the Eternal Immortal Sect felt the same.
“Elder of the Formation Branch, please wipe your tears!”
Qiankun Daoist, the inner formation branch leader, spoke with a trembling voice, his sorrow overwhelming him to the point of near collapse.
Because the one who had died… Xu Qi… was not only his personal disciple, but also a genius who had only recently advanced to a mid-level Formation Grandmaster!
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At that moment, a faint trace of gloom appeared in the eyes of Tang Taixu.
Could it be that… Huangfu Shengzong was truly declining?
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On the other side, Ru Yan Wuji sneered inwardly, then looked at Tuoba Zhantian with dissatisfaction.
“Zhantian, did I not tell you… that in this competition, you must show ‘mercy’?”
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Thud!
Tuoba Zhantian immediately knelt.
“Sect Master report! This disciple already held back!”
“But I did not expect… the inner disciples of Huangfu Shengzong would be so weak that they collapsed so easily!”
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“Oh? Is that so?”
Ru Yan Wuji glanced at Tang Taixu, whose face had turned pale, then chuckled lightly.
“Sect Master Tang, do not blame my disciple for being ruthless.”
“You should blame your own disciples instead… for not even being worthy of the title ‘ancient sect’.”
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“Enough! Are you two finished acting yet?!”
Tang Taixu roared furiously, his entire body trembling with suppressed rage.
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Ru Yan Wuji only smiled coldly.
“Do not be so angry, Sect Master. Excess rage is bad for your health.”
Then he turned to Tuoba Zhantian and said calmly:
“Time is up. End the third round quickly. Let Sect Master Tang take his disciples back sooner.”
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“Yes, Sect Master!”
Tuoba Zhantian stood up, hands behind his back, his gaze filled with disdain as he looked at Huangfu Tingfeng, whose expression was already unstable.
“Begin.”
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“Wait!”
At that moment, an elderly woman—the inner talisman branch leader—suddenly appeared in front of Huangfu Tingfeng.
She turned back and asked solemnly:
“My disciple… tell me honestly, what are your chances of winning?”
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Huangfu Tingfeng clenched his fists tightly before replying with difficulty:
“Master… his speed is superior to mine.”
“If I fight with full strength… my chance of victory is only 30%.”
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Hearing this, Tang Taixu trembled slightly and let out a long sigh.
“Forget it… cancel the third round.”
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Thud!
Huangfu Tingfeng immediately knelt.
“Sect Master! I request to fight! Even if my chance is only 10%, I will not retreat!”
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“Tingfeng… do not forget your position.”
Tang Taixu took a deep breath.
“If you are injured or something happens to you… how will I explain it to your father?”
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“Uncle Master…” Huangfu Tingfeng’s eyes turned red. “Please…”
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“No!”
Tang Taixu answered decisively. There was no room for negotiation.
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Whispers began spreading among the surrounding disciples.
They started to question Huangfu Tingfeng’s identity.
Because the surname “Huangfu” was the name of the sect’s ancestor!
Could it be… he was truly a descendant of the founding lineage?
If not, why would the sect master value his life more than the sect’s honor?
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“My disciple, obey your master’s command.”
The elderly talisman master said sternly.
“If you still acknowledge me as your teacher, stand up immediately.”
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Huangfu Tingfeng glared at Tuoba Zhantian with deep hatred, then gritted his teeth.
“…Yes, Master.”
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“Ha… hahahaha!”
Ru Yan Wuji laughed loudly.
“Sect Master Tang, the truth is already clear.”
“Your so-called genius disciples… are worlds apart from the inner disciples of my sect.”
“I suggest you return and properly manage your sect instead.”
“And as for challenging the Eternal Immortal Sect in the Heaven Tribulation Mountain Range… do not be foolish enough to strike a stone with an egg.”
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“Please leave. I will not see you off.”
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Hearing this, Tang Taixu swallowed all humiliation and said coldly:
“Everyone… return to the sect!”
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“Understood!”
All disciples from the 8 main branches responded in unison.
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At that moment, a voice filled with unwavering determination suddenly echoed from the back of the crowd:
“Sect Master… Tan Yun of the Spirit Herb Garden requests a challenge!”
--Translated by likesnovel--