The Supreme Being Against Heaven

--Translated by likesnovel--

**39 disciples** from the “Holy Spirit Line” and the “Five Souls Line”
charged straight into the sword formation—

In just a single instant—

the formation was already **on the verge of collapse**!

At that moment—

many disciples from Ling Shan’s Spirit Herb Garden and the Alchemy Line
were already **in tears**!

Including Shen Qingqiu, Shen Qingfeng, and Shen Wende—
their expressions turned grim.

In everyone’s eyes—

in such a short amount of time—

even if Tan Yun was **uninjured**,
there was no way he could kill **39 people**!

Let alone—

he was believed to be **seriously wounded**!

And those **39**—

were all **top geniuses** of their respective lines!

If they couldn’t kill him—
yet the formation was collapsing—

what else could it mean…
other than:

**“Tan Yun is dead.”**

No one considered any other possibility!

Even—

Zhong Wu Shiyao, Mu Mengyi, and Xue Ziyan—
who once trusted him without hesitation—

now turned **pale with fear**!

Gongsun Ruoxi—

stood among the massive crowd, her face deathly pale,
her fists clenched tight—

her heart trembling…
anxious over Tan Yun’s fate!

Below the jade tower—

disciples of the Inscription Line and the Qiankun Sect Master
were secretly **smirking coldly**—

“Good. Let him die.”

As for Murong Shishi—

who once wanted Tan Yun dead—

now had a trace of **regret** in her eyes.

In her heart—

Tan Yun was a **true genius**.

She admired talent—

if not for fearing that Zhong Wu Shiyao would be influenced by him—

she would never have chosen to oppose him…

“My chosen son-in-law… would never die like this!”

Tantai Xuanzhong thought to himself.

Yet his body had already risen unconsciously—

his face clearly showing **worry**!

In that moment—

time itself seemed to **freeze**!

Everyone’s gaze—except for Shen Subing—
locked onto the formation that was about to shatter!

**BOOM—!!**

The Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation… **collapsed**!

And the scene revealed—

made everyone’s **scalp go numb**!

Cries erupted all at once—

from disciples of the Holy Spirit Line, the Five Souls Line, and the Alchemy Line—

spreading like invisible waves across the entire Dragon Mountain!

“Senior Brother Tan! How could you die?!”
“Senior Brother Tan… no—!!”
“Senior Brother Duan! You were our line’s top expert—how could you die?!”
“Senior Brother Liu! Our Five Souls Line still needed you…!”
“……”

On Stage No. 1—

what everyone saw was—

**corpses!**

Mangled, incomplete corpses scattered everywhere!

All **39 people**—

not a single one had an intact body!

And among that pile of corpses—

Tan Yun… lay motionless!

His body soaked in blood—

no one could tell whether it was his…
or his enemies’!

No movement—

as if he were **dead**!

Dead?

How could that be possible?

The truth was—

Tan Yun was **not only alive**—

he was **completely unharmed**!

In his eyes—

those **39 people combined**—

were not even **half as strong** as Nangong Yuqin of the Divine Spirit Immortal Palace!

So why was he lying there?

The answer—

**“playing dead.”**

He pretended to be gravely injured—

to **lower his enemies’ guard**!

Was he afraid?

No!

He wasn’t afraid of his enemies—

he was afraid that—

**they would be too scared to fight… and run away!**

So—

there was only **1 thing** Tan Yun wanted—

**“lure them in… and slaughter them all!”**

Anyone who wanted to kill him—

whether it was a “stage champion” or any top expert—

he would personally send them all…

**straight to hell!**

The cries of the Alchemy Line disciples and those from Ling Shan’s Spirit Herb Garden echoed into Tan Yun’s ears.

Only then did he realize—

there were still quite a few people who truly cared about him.

Suddenly—

a weak, hoarse voice came from Stage No. 1, now covered in corpses:

“What are you all crying for… I’m tough… not dying that easily…”

Everyone froze, thinking they had misheard.

But in the very next moment—

they saw Tan Yun’s blood-soaked body slowly staggering to its feet!

“Tan Yun!”
“Tan Yun!”

Shouts of joy erupted all at once!

From Stage No. 2, Zhong Wu Shiyao and Mu Mengyi rushed over immediately, each supporting him from one side.

“Tan Yun, where are you hurt? Is it serious?”
Mu Mengyi’s eyes were blurred with tears.

“Tell me quickly! Where exactly are you injured?!”
Zhong Wu Shiyao’s face was filled with panic.

As for Xue Ziyan—

she had intended to go over, but upon seeing her master’s cold gaze, she could only remain where she was.

Still, seeing Tan Yun alive—

she quietly let out a breath of relief.

“Don’t cry… I… I’m fine…”
Tan Yun spoke weakly, as if completely drained.

“In this condition, and you still say you’re fine?!”
Mu Mengyi’s tears wouldn’t stop.

“I… I’m really… fine…”

As he spoke, he grabbed both of their hands—one holding Mu Mengyi’s, the other Zhong Wu Shiyao’s.

His fingers quickly traced words into their palms:

“Don’t worry. I’m pretending. If I don’t fake it, how can I lure out those who want to kill me?”

Both girls trembled slightly.

Tan Yun continued writing:

“Keep acting. Don’t let anyone notice.”

They understood instantly.

Suppressing their emotions, they wiped their tears and helped support Tan Yun off the stage.

—

At that moment—

Shen Subing turned back and saw that Tan Yun was still alive.

A flash of joy crossed her eyes—

then her figure flickered and she appeared right in front of him.

“Mengyi, Shiyao, don’t worry. Let me examine him.”

Before they could respond, she used her spiritual sense to inspect Tan Yun’s body.

The result—

his internal organs were completely intact. Not a single injury!

She frowned and looked up at him—

and at that exact moment—

Tan Yun gave her a quick blink.

To others, it seemed ordinary—

but to Shen Subing—

it was a clear signal: **“Don’t expose me.”**

Her eyes shifted instantly in understanding.

Then she turned toward the worried Alchemy and Herb Garden disciples and said firmly:

“Tan Yun has only suffered severe internal injuries. With some rest, he will recover. There’s no need to worry.”

Hearing this—

those who cared about him finally relaxed.

But in the eyes of elders and disciples from other lines—

there was only disdain.

“So that’s all he’s got…”

—

Shen Subing turned back to Tan Yun, her expression serious.

“Your injuries are severe. If you can’t continue, there’s no need to force yourself to compete for the Top 8. Understood?”

“This disciple understands…”
Tan Yun replied weakly, but inwardly smiled—

*Master really knows how to act.*

—

“Whoosh!”

Da Niu leapt onto the stage.

He looked at Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shiyao, then shouted loudly:

“Sisters-in-law, you still need to defend the stage—leave Big Brother to me!”

“Oh, and don’t worry, other sister-in-law too!”

The moment he finished—

he picked up Tan Yun and jumped down from the stage steadily.

Leaving behind—

Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shiyao, their faces flushed red with embarrassment.

—

But the words “sisters-in-law”… and “other sister-in-law”—

rang clearly across the entire arena!

In an instant—

male disciples from the other **8 lines**, especially those who secretly admired Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shiyao—

were furious to the point of exploding!

Only then did everyone fully realize—

Tan Yun…

already possessed **2 out of the 13 most beautiful female disciples** in the Inner Sect!

The emotions that surged through the crowd—

**jealousy!**
**envy!**
**and burning resentment!**