The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
--Translated by likesnovel-- Before Tantai Xuanzhong could even speak, Tan Yun stepped forward and declared firmly: “Sect Master, a man’s word is as heavy as a mountain. “But this disciple… still requests to fight!” Tantai Xuanzhong frowned deeply before asking in a low voice: “Answer me… what are your chances of winning?” If Tan Yun truly had the strength to kill Nangong Yuqin, then this battle was not impossible! Nangong Yuqin is already at the ‘Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm.’ And...
--Translated by likesnovel--
Before Tantai Xuanzhong could even speak, Tan Yun stepped forward and declared firmly:
“Sect Master, a man’s word is as heavy as a mountain. Since this life-and-death battle has already been agreed upon, this disciple cannot retreat. I ask for your permission!”
Tantai Xuanzhong looked at him seriously and spoke with genuine concern:
“Tan Yun, fighting someone as dishonorable as Zhuge Yu is meaningless. I’ll be blunt—as Sect Master, I do not want to lose a genius disciple like you!”
“Thank you for your concern, Sect Master,” Tan Yun replied, his gaze even more resolute. “But this disciple… still requests to fight!”
Tantai Xuanzhong frowned deeply before asking in a low voice:
“Answer me… what are your chances of winning?”
If Tan Yun truly had the strength to kill Nangong Yuqin, then this battle was not impossible!
First—to seize an opportunity for Huangfu Shengzong’s disciples to enter the “God Battlefield” within 100 years.
Second—and most importantly—to crush Zhuge Yu’s arrogance!
Tan Yun cupped his fists and answered firmly:
“Sect Master, I cannot estimate my chances of winning… but one thing is certain—the one who survives in the end will be me!”
“Good! I’ll trust you,” Tantai Xuanzhong nodded, though concern still lingered deep in his eyes.
Zhuge Yu sneered.
“Heh… where does your confidence come from?”
She turned to Nangong Yuqin and said coldly:
“Yuqin, as the ‘Saintess’ of the Holy Spirit Palace, tell your master… what should you do?”
Nangong Yuqin looked at Tan Yun. The hesitation in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by firm resolve.
A cold glint flashed across her gaze as she spoke with killing intent:
“Before the Four Arts Competition began, Tan Yun insulted Master and tarnished the reputation of the Holy Spirit Palace. He deserves to die!”
“Good. As expected of my disciple,” Zhuge Yu said with a satisfied smile.
Whoosh!
Nangong Yuqin’s graceful figure flashed as she appeared at the center of the arena, her cold eyes locking onto Tan Yun.
“Since we have to fight… let’s do it today!”
Although she didn’t understand why seeing Tan Yun close to Zhong Wushiyao made her feel unsettled… at this moment, there was only one thought in her mind—
Tan Yun was her enemy!
“Fine!” Tan Yun agreed instantly.
Zhong Wushiyao leapt onto the stage, looking at him with worry in her eyes.
“You said you’d survive… don’t lie to me.”
“Mm. Don’t worry!” Tan Yun nodded firmly.
At the same time, over 2000000 disciples of the Eternal Immortal Heaven Sect began whispering among themselves.
“Do you think Tan Yun can fight against the Saintess of the Holy Spirit Palace?”
“Hah, do you even need to ask? Nangong Yuqin is already at the ‘Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm.’ And as the Saintess, she’s among the top of the inner disciples!”
“Exactly… let’s just watch him die!”
“Hahaha…”
On the high platform, 200 disciples of the Holy Spirit Palace looked at Nangong Yuqin with admiration and shouted loudly:
“Saintess, kill him!”
“Slay that lowly disciple who ruined our palace’s reputation!”
“A mere 9th-level Nascent Soul brat thinks he can defeat Young Master Ru Yan—and now challenge the Saintess? What a frog in a well! Absolutely ridiculous!”
“Kill him!”
Meanwhile, Ru Yan Wuji sneered inwardly.
If Nangong Yuqin killed Tan Yun, she wouldn’t even need to send someone to deal with him later!
“Silence!”
As Ru Yan Wuji’s voice rang out, the entire Creation Field fell instantly quiet.
She spoke calmly:
“Palace Master Zhuge, Sect Master Tantai—since this life-and-death battle is taking place within my sect, I will act as the referee. What do you think?”
“Agreed,” Zhuge Yu replied immediately.
“No need,” Tantai Xuanzhong said coldly. “Everyone here can witness the battle between Tan Yun and Nangong Yuqin. What use is a referee like you?”
Ru Yan Wuji raised a brow slightly before letting out a soft laugh.
“In that case, I overstepped.”
“Qin’er, begin!” Zhuge Yu ordered coldly. “Kill him for your master!”
“Wait,” Tan Yun suddenly said coldly. “This arena is only 100 zhang wide… too small.”
“And how wide do you want it?” Ru Yan Wuji asked immediately.
“At least a radius of 200 zhang,” Tan Yun replied without the slightest hesitation.
“Very well. I will grant your request,” Ru Yan Wuji said calmly.
The moment her voice fell—without anyone even seeing her move—the arena, which had originally been only 100 zhang wide, suddenly expanded in all directions, reaching a diameter of 400 zhang in the blink of an eye!
Clearly… this arena itself was a magical artifact!
Nangong Ruxue watched her younger sister fight Tan Yun with चिंता and unease, fearing deep down that she might not be his match…
At that instant—the air itself seemed to freeze!
Invisible killing intent spread from both Tan Yun and Nangong Yuqin!
Rumble!
Space rippled like water.
A pitch-black flying sword, emanating the aura of death, appeared in Nangong Yuqin’s hand!
The scene from over 2 months ago—when Tan Yun defeated Ru Yanchen—flashed through her mind.
She knew very well that Tan Yun’s body was abnormally strong—so she did not dare underestimate him in the slightest!
“A top-tier artifact…” Tan Yun’s pupils shrank abruptly.
His Primordial Flames… could not destroy her death-attribute flying sword!
At the same time, he instantly realized—
Nangong Yuqin possessed a “top-grade Death attribute spirit”!
A great battle was about to erupt—yet the entire arena remained dead silent, every eye fixed on them without blinking.
“Primordial Divine Step!”
“Kill!”
Like a phantom, Tan Yun shot forward, space trembling as explosive sounds tore through the air!
In a single instant—he crossed 100 zhang!
With a flick of his wrist—a chilling sword light burst forth, engulfing Nangong Yuqin!
Facing the fierce attack, Nangong Yuqin’s eyes gleamed with killing intent—then she vanished from her spot!
“So fast!” Tan Yun was shocked.
In the blink of an eye—she had already appeared above his head!
Her jade-like arm slashed downward—
A black sword beam descended like lightning, aimed straight at his skull!
Too fast—
He couldn’t dodge!
Clang!
Without even turning around, Tan Yun leaned forward and slashed backward to defend!
Sparks flew as metal clashed with a deafening ring!
But in that very instant—
Tan Yun’s flying sword… was severed!
Slash!
Blood splattered!
The black sword light cut across his back, leaving a wound 1 chi long as blood poured out!
A sharp pain shot through his body—Tan Yun was utterly stunned!
He had never expected—
His top-grade spiritual flying sword, even reinforced with spiritual power… would be cut in half in a single strike!
Clearly—
Nangong Yuqin possessed terrifying cross-level combat power!
Without hesitation, Tan Yun hurled the broken sword in his right hand toward Nangong Yuqin behind him!
At the same time, he used “Primordial Divine Step” to shoot upward into the sky!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Nangong Yuqin’s hair fluttered wildly as black death energy swirled around her.
No one knew what movement technique she cultivated—but her speed… was slightly faster than his!
“Chief Xin! Her sword is a top-tier artifact! Please lend me your flying sword!” Tan Yun shouted, his expression extremely grave.
He had no time to set up the “Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation” while being chased like this!
Only by surviving the first wave of attacks… could he create an opportunity to deploy the formation!
And Nangong Yuqin’s strength had far exceeded his expectations!
Using Primordial Divine Step, Tan Yun dove straight toward Shen Subing!
The sword that had just been destroyed was something he had obtained from spoils of war.
Although his Qiankun Ring contained 11 top-grade spiritual flying swords—
He did not dare to use them!
If they were damaged—
He would no longer be able to form his sword formation!
And when that happened…
His chances of survival… would drop to near zero!