The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
At that moment— the Sacred Spirit Dao Elder on the jade tower stood up and declared in a resounding voice: “Since no one dares to challenge my 3 disciples— then the representatives of the Sacred Spirit Lineage for the top 8 of the Hidden Dragon Ranking have been decided!” With that— Xiang Shengtian, Ke Xinyi, and Kang Siyuan stepped down from the Hidden Dragon Arenas calmly. “Now it’s my Beast Spirit Lineage’s turn to defend the arenas!” The Beast Spirit Dao Elder rose from his seat, speaking in...
--Translated by likesnovel--
Tantai Xuanzhong frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure on his face—yet he said nothing.
After all, Yan Wenyeqing had already made the rule clear: *“Blades have no eyes!”*
“Hmph… you couldn’t even dodge just 3 of my daggers. Pathetic.”
Kang Siyuan shook his head, muttering to himself as he casually straightened his slightly wrinkled robe.
“You bastard! Why did you have to kill him?!”
A thunderous roar erupted—
a burly young man from the Beast Spirit Lineage stepped forward.
“I’ll kill you!”
This man was known as **Taishan**.
Standing at 10 chi tall, he was 1 of the 3 direct disciples of the Beast Spirit Dao Elder!
“Junior Brother 3!”
Lin Dong grabbed Taishan’s wrist, his expression tense as he shook his head.
“Let him live a little longer. You still need to defend the arena with me—don’t act recklessly now.”
“Fine. I’ll listen to you, Senior Brother 2.”
Taishan’s voice rumbled like thunder.
He raised a thick finger, pointing at Ke Xinyi and Kang Siyuan on Arenas No. 2 and No. 3, speaking word by word:
“If I run into you during the later ranking battles—
I’ll tear your heads off with my own hands!”
Facing the threat—
Ke Xinyi and Kang Siyuan merely smiled faintly.
That smile… was filled with **disdain**!
After that—
no disciples from the other 8 lineages stepped forward to challenge the 3 of them again.
And did the lack of challengers mean no one could defeat them?
No—of course not!
It was simply that the true elites of the other lineages would also become champions later.
The real निर्णิง battle… had yet to arrive!
At that moment—
the Sacred Spirit Dao Elder on the jade tower stood up and declared in a resounding voice:
“Since no one dares to challenge my 3 disciples—
then the representatives of the Sacred Spirit Lineage for the top 8 of the Hidden Dragon Ranking have been decided!”
With that—
Xiang Shengtian, Ke Xinyi, and Kang Siyuan stepped down from the Hidden Dragon Arenas calmly.
On their faces… there was not even the slightest hint of joy.
As if—
this position had always belonged to them!
The 3 of them—
perfectly embodied the spirit of **unyielding pride**!
“Now it’s my Beast Spirit Lineage’s turn to defend the arenas!”
The Beast Spirit Dao Elder rose from his seat, speaking in a firm tone:
“Lin Dong, Taishan—you two, step up!”
“Yes, Elder!”
The 2 figures flashed forward—
appearing on Hidden Dragon Arenas No. 1 and No. 2 respectively!
“Damn it! Where is my chief disciple? Why hasn’t he arrived yet?!”
The Beast Spirit Dao Elder’s face darkened.
The chief disciple he spoke of—
was **Bai Xu**.
The one who… had his foundation destroyed by Tan Yun and jumped off a cliff to his death just yesterday!
Bai Xu—
was ranked 3 in strength within the Beast Spirit Lineage.
As for Rank 1—
it was held jointly by Lin Dong and Taishan, whose strength was **equal**.
Rank 2—
was Chen Song, the grandson of Murong Hong, the 2nd Elder of the Beast Spirit Lineage.
“Sect Master, why not let my grandson take the stage?”
Murong Hong spoke, glancing slightly toward Wu Hong.
“Very well.”
The Beast Spirit Dao Elder nodded.
“Chen Song, Arena No. 3 is yours to defend!”
“This disciple obeys!”
As the response rang out—
a young man around 26–27 years old shot out from the mountain peak,
landing on Hidden Dragon Arena No. 3!
All 3 defenders—
were at the **Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm**!
“I hereby announce—the arena defense of the Beast Spirit Lineage begins!”
The moment the announcement ended—
aside from the top 5 disciples of each lineage who remained calm,
all the other disciples on the peaks… looked at Lin Dong and the others with **fear** in their eyes!
Tan Yun swept his gaze across the surroundings.
Without even thinking, he understood—
these 3…
were figures whose names alone inspired **fear** among disciples of all 9 lineages!
The 3-man close-combat arena battles—still had **no challengers**!
Aside from the top 3 elites of the other 8 lineages,
the reason no one else stepped forward was simple—
even if they won, there was no way they could break into the **top 8** anyway!
And more importantly—
if both sides were injured in the process,
then when it came time to compete for entry into the **Immortal Realm trial** within their own lineage—
they would not only lose the qualification,
but also miss out on the **mid-grade spirit weapon reward**!
After that—
the 3 disciples of the **Ancient Spirit Lineage** stepped up to defend the arenas.
And just like before—
no one dared to challenge!
They successfully held their positions!
At the same time—
the **Lightning Wind Lineage** also faced no challengers and retained all their spots!
In the next half incense time—
the **Formation**, **Talisman**, and **Artifact Refining** lineages each sent out 3 representatives in succession to defend the arenas.
Among the 3 from the Formation Lineage—
there was a young man named **Xiao Long**, his expression resolute.
No one dared to challenge him!
As for the other 2—
after a brief series of battles,
their champion positions were ultimately taken by 2 disciples from the Ancient Spirit Lineage!
And after those 2 secured the positions—
no one dared to challenge them again!
At that moment—
Tan Yun noticed that this Xiao Long had never participated in the Eternal Immortal Sect’s formation competitions before.
Yet the fact that no one dared challenge him—
could only mean 1 thing…
he was **extremely powerful**!
On the Talisman Lineage’s side—
among the 3 defenders was **Huangfu Tingfeng**.
And not a single challenger chose him!
There were 2 reasons:
1. He himself was extremely strong
2. The chief disciples had already warned the night before—
“Huangfu Tingfeng is a descendant of an ancient lineage—do not challenge him!”
Because his background… ran **too deep**!
As for the other 2 Talisman disciples—
they were quickly defeated by 2 disciples from the Sacred Spirit Lineage!
Seeing this,
out of tens of thousands of Talisman disciples,
6 of them refused to accept it!
They stepped up to challenge—
but the outcome… was brutal!
**2 dead! 4 injured!**
In the end—
the Sacred Spirit Lineage claimed **2 more champion positions**!
When Murong Shishi sent out 3 Artifact Refining disciples to defend the arenas—
disciples from the Lightning Wind, Ancient Spirit, and Beast Spirit lineages each sent 1 challenger!
The result—was as expected!
All 3 Artifact Refining disciples… were knocked off the Hidden Dragon Arenas!
Zhongwu Shiyao had the will to fight—but lacked the strength.
Although she had cultivated the techniques given by Tan Yun,
since joining the Artifact Refining Lineage, she had spent nearly **70%** of her time learning forging under Murong Shishi.
Thus—
her strength was only at the **9th level of the Nascent Soul Realm**!
In contrast—
Xue Ziyan and Mu Mengyi,
who had remained in seclusion almost constantly—
had already reached the **Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm**!
At this point—
only the **Pill Lineage** and the **Martial Soul Lineage** had yet to begin their arena defenses.
On the jade tower—
Shen Subing looked down at the Pill Lineage disciples, sighed softly, and announced:
“I declare—
the Pill Lineage will forfeit 2 champion positions. Only Tan Yun will defend the arena!”
The moment her words fell—
although the chief disciples, elders, and supervisors of the other 8 lineages dared not speak in front of the Sect Master,
the looks they cast toward Shen Subing… were filled with undisguised **disdain**!
In everyone’s eyes—
the Pill Lineage under Shen Subing’s leadership
had been **declining steadily** in the 9-lineage competition!
In the past—there were 3 representatives.
But this time… only **1—Tan Yun!**
All the Pill Lineage disciples—
felt deeply **ashamed**!
Song Hong and Luo Fan exchanged glances,
then looked up at Shen Subing and said firmly:
“Grand Elder, this disciple volunteers to defend the arena!”
Shen Subing looked at the 2 with appreciation,
then gently shook her head.
“Now is not the time to act recklessly.”
“Our Pill Lineage focuses on alchemy.
Being weaker in combat than other lineages… is normal.”
“You are still young, yet already **high-level alchemists**.
How could disciples from other lineages compare to you?”
“That’s enough. Step back.”
Shen Subing knew very well—
even if the 2 succeeded in defending the arena… so what?
In the end—
they would still fall in the battle for the top 8,
or worse… lose their lives!
Therefore—
she would never allow her top alchemists to risk death meaninglessly!
Song Hong and Luo Fan smiled bitterly,
patted Tan Yun on the shoulder, and stepped back.
Just as Tan Yun was about to leap onto Hidden Dragon Arena No. 1—
from the right—
Mu Mengyi cupped her fists and looked up at Shen Subing.
Her voice, clear as the heavens, rang out:
“Grand Elder, disciple Mu Mengyi requests to join Tan Yun in defending the arena!”
“Please grant permission!”