The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Upon hearing this, Ru Yan Wuji and Zhuge Yu both froze slightly before turning toward the source of the voice.

They saw only a low-ranking disciple of Huangfu Shengzong—someone at the 9th level of the Nascent Soul Realm—stepping forward to challenge the duel.

A look of mocking amusement immediately appeared in both of their eyes.

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The 8 elders of the Eternal Immortal Sect, along with disciples from the two ancient sects, all shook their heads and sneered upon seeing Tan Yun step out from the formation.

“It seems Huangfu Shengzong has truly run out of people… to the point they’re sending a lowly servant disciple to die.”

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“Tan Yun! Don’t!” Zhong Wushiyao shook her head, her beautiful face filled with panic.

“Huangfu Tingfeng is already ranked 40th on the Crouching Dragon List. Even he cannot win, and you—”

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“Shut up!”

Murong Shishi interrupted coldly.

“There is no place for you to speak here.”

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“Master…” Zhong Wushiyao tried to continue, but Gongsun Ruoxi quickly grabbed her and shook her head, signaling her to stop.

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At the same time, Gongsun Ruoxi silently stared at Tan Yun, her heart tightening.

She admitted… Tan Yun had easily defeated Cao Bin, who was ranked around 180th on the Crouching Dragon List.

But Huangfu Tingfeng, ranked 40th, was on an entirely different level.

This was not someone he could defeat.

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“Brother Tan… you shouldn’t step forward at a time like this…” Da Niu said nervously, his body almost unsteady.

“Yes, Brother Tan…” the disciples of the Herb Garden were all panicking.

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Tan Yun smiled faintly and spoke calmly.

“Don’t worry.”

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At that moment, Shen Subing turned around sharply, her gaze cold as ice.

“This has nothing to do with you—be quiet.”

Although her tone was cold, Tan Yun could still sense a faint trace of worry hidden within her eyes.

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In Tan Yun’s perception, Shen Subing still hoped he could help the alchemy branch gain honor in the “Nine Branch Competition.” However, her words were simply an attempt to stop him from dying.

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Tang Xinying frowned slightly.

“I’ve heard from Subing that you have some ability, but you’re still not even in the top 150 of the Crouching Dragon List. This is not the time to act recklessly. Return with us.”

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“Return?”

Tan Yun almost laughed internally, but held it back.

“If I return now… when will I ever get another chance to enter the ‘Eternal Immortal Realm’?”

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He did not care about anyone’s objections.

In his mind, there was only one goal—to enter the Eternal Immortal Realm and recover the remaining 11 ancient divine swords.

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Tang Taixu swept his gaze across Tan Yun, his expression showing 70% dissatisfaction and 30% appreciation.

He was dissatisfied because this Herb Garden disciple was putting the sect at risk of embarrassment.

But he appreciated the courage it took for him to step forward without fear.

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“Tan Yun… your intention to uphold the sect’s honor is commendable.”

“But this battle… is canceled.”

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Tan Yun cursed inwardly.

“These people… do they even understand anything?”

But he said nothing out loud.

Because at this moment, he had already formed a new plan.

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“Forget it… no need to waste time.”

He decided inwardly.

“Today, I will ensure the Four-Branch Competition continues as scheduled.”

“After this… I will request more ‘Sacred Flame Essence’ as reward from the sect.”

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Suddenly, Tan Yun knelt down and spoke with a passionate voice.

“Sect Master!”

“In my heart, Huangfu Shengzong is still the strongest ancient sect, just like during the era when our ancestors were alive!”

“The honor of the sect… cannot be trampled by anyone!”

“This disciple is willing to sacrifice my life for the sect. Please allow me to participate in this battle!”

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At his words, all disciples from the 8 main branches trembled inwardly.

Tang Taixu also paused, looking at him with a conflicted expression.

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Tan Yun then subtly signaled Da Niu with his fingers behind his back, giving a quiet thumbs-up.

Da Niu understood instantly.

Thud!

He knelt heavily and shouted:

“Please Sect Master, grant Brother Tan his loyalty!”

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Immediately after, all 50+ disciples of the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden knelt together.

“We beg Sect Master to allow Brother Tan to prove his loyalty to the sect!”

At that moment, all the disciples of the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden were completely convinced that Tan Yun would be invincible.
They reasoned that if he had no absolute confidence, he would never have given them that “thumbs-up” signal earlier.
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“Tan Yun… you…” Shen Subing stared at him, so furious she could not even form a complete sentence.
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Murong Shishi, who had always wanted Tan Yun dead, froze for a moment. Her expression turned complex, as if deep in thought.
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Tang Taixu narrowed his eyes and looked directly at Tan Yun.
“Have you thought this through?”
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Tan Yun cupped his hands and replied firmly:
“Reporting to Sect Master, this disciple has made up his mind!”
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“Good… I permit it.”
Tang Taixu said, his voice slightly trembling, tears already welling in his eyes.
In his heart, he had already decided that if Tan Yun died in this battle, he would give him a grand burial and spread his name throughout the Huangfu Shengzong.
So that everyone would remember:
Once, their sect had a mere servant disciple who was willing to sacrifice his life for the honor of the sect.
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“Thank you, Sect Master!”
Tan Yun stood up immediately.
All eyes turned toward him at once.
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At that moment, Tan Yun’s soul power was already comparable to the 3rd level of the Soul Refining Realm.
His Primordial Divine Eye had also grown significantly stronger.
The Primordial Flame had reached Stage 2, capable of reducing high-grade treasures to ashes in an instant.
Moreover, having reached the 9th level of the Nascent Soul Realm, the power of the Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation surged dramatically.
He was confident that any one of these three methods alone was enough to kill Tuoba Zhantian instantly.
Even without them, he was certain that the Primordial Divine Step alone would make his speed superior to his opponent’s.
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The moment Tan Yun stepped forward, simply as a servant disciple, Tuoba Zhantian’s killing intent erupted instantly.
To him, a lowly servant disciple at the 9th level of the Nascent Soul Realm daring to challenge him was the greatest humiliation of his life.
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“A lowly servant at the 9th level of the Nascent Soul Realm dares to challenge me? Foolish brat… die!”
Tuoba Zhantian sneered coldly and vanished using the Ethereal Illusionary Step.
In his mind, this opponent could be killed with a single sword strike.
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Buzz!
Space trembled.
Tuoba Zhantian appeared instantly in front of Tan Yun, his sword slashing horizontally toward Tan Yun’s throat.
His speed was so fast that most disciples could not even track him.
It looked as if he had simply teleported into position.
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But Tan Yun saw everything clearly.
If he used the Primordial Divine Step, his speed would be at least three times faster.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
—
He activated the Primordial Divine Step.
His body vanished instantly, leaving only a lingering afterimage in place.
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“Impossible! How can you be faster than me?!”
Tuoba Zhantian’s voice of disbelief was cut off mid-sentence.
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Whoosh!
Tan Yun appeared on his left side in an instant.
His left hand transformed into a claw, locking precisely around Tuoba Zhantian’s throat.
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“Those who insult my sect… die!”
A cold voice echoed across the sky.
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Crack!
Tan Yun’s hand pierced into Tuoba Zhantian’s throat, blood erupting violently.
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“No… if I hadn’t been careless… you could never be my—AH!!”
His words turned into a scream as his throat was crushed completely.
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Boom!
Tan Yun followed with a brutal kick.
Tuoba Zhantian’s headless body exploded into fragments, scattering across the mountaintop.
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Splat!
Blood mixed with shattered bones rained down over an area of dozens of feet. Only a few intact heads rolled silently across the ground in a horrifying scene.

--Translated by likesnovel--