The Supreme Being Against Heaven

--Translated by likesnovel--

After speaking, Mu Mengyi swept her gaze across the crowd of over **1,000** people below. A sharp, icy glint flashed in her eyes.

With a slight flick of her wrist, another **low-grade spirit weapon flying sword**, infused with the aura of death, appeared in her hand. Its tip pointed directly at the crowd.

“If you want to fight… then come.”

“If you don’t… then get lost from my sight!”

—

The Mu Mengyi of the past had been a gentle and graceful young lady.

But now—she was filled with rage!

—

“Heh… real men don’t bully women!”

A disciple from the **Sacred Spirit lineage** sneered before stepping out of formation, his words filled with cold ridicule. Yet his face was flushed red with shame under the disdainful gazes of the Dan Lineage disciples.

Soon after, more disciples from the group of over **1,000** began stepping out as well.

Some glared at Mu Mengyi in anger.
Some silently lowered their heads and withdrew.

Within just **3 breaths of time**, all the disciples who had previously vowed to kill Mu Mengyi returned to their own formations.

—

They weren’t stupid.

On the contrary—they were extremely smart.

Joke or what?

Even **Han Li** had already been killed.

Unless they had lost their minds, who would dare fight her?

—

Of course, everyone felt humiliated.

But the only consolation was… they were not the only ones ashamed.

And more importantly, no one wanted to trade their life for dignity, only to be killed in a single strike.

—

At this moment, on the jade tower, **Shen Subing** finally revealed a wide smile of satisfaction.

She saw “hope.”

Hope that her Dan Lineage could enter the **Top 8 of the Crouching Dragon Tournament**.

Over the years, the Dan Lineage had changed core disciples countless times, yet never once had anyone entered the Top 8.

As for first place? That was even more unimaginable.

But now… she saw possibility.

She had a strong intuition—

this year, Tan Yun and Mu Mengyi might take the **top 2 positions** of the entire ranking!

Of course… that was only under one condition:

that the two of them would not meet in the early rounds.

—

Thinking of this, Shen Subing stood up. A gentle breeze brushed her robe.

She looked down at the platform and spoke clearly:

“If no one else challenges, I hereby declare—Mu Mengyi successfully defends her position.”

—

After her announcement, there was no response.

Not a single voice.

—

Thinking back to Wu Hong’s earlier behavior, Shen Subing turned to him with a meaningful smile.

“Thank you… Third Elder.”

She deliberately emphasized the words “Third Elder.”

The hidden meaning was obvious.

—

That “thank you” was no different from saying:

“Thank you for sending me such an outstanding disciple like Mu Mengyi.”

To Wu Hong, it was nothing less than rubbing salt into his wounds!

—

Wu Hong trembled with rage, but he could not erupt.

He lifted his head arrogantly, trying to swallow the blood rising in his throat again.

But—

Pffft!

Before he could even suppress it, another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

—

Tan Yun, standing below, deliberately spoke loudly while pretending to be injured:

“Oh right, Elder Wu Hong, I just remembered something I wanted to tell you.”

Wu Hong didn’t even look at him, his face cold and guarded.

But Tan Yun continued with a faint smile, raising his voice as if afraid the other party couldn’t hear:

“You’re still wondering where your chief disciple, **Bai Xu**, went, right?”

—

Hearing that name, Wu Hong froze instantly, his eyes filled with ominous dread.

Just as he was about to swallow his blood and demand an answer, Tan Yun spoke first.

“I’ll clear your doubts.”

—

“Yesterday, Bai Xu caused trouble at my Ling Mountain Medicine Garden.”

“I merely… accidentally crippled him a little.”

“But he couldn’t accept it, and in the end… he jumped off a cliff and killed himself.”

—

Before he even finished speaking—

PFFFT!!

Wu Hong completely lost control.

A mouthful of blood erupted from his mouth.

A blood mist shot out over **3 zhang** long!

—

“Tan Yun… you are too ruthless!”

Wu Hong’s face turned deathly pale.

At this moment—

his son, his chief disciple, and his stripped position—

everything crashed down on him at once.

—

Wu Hong… was on the verge of total collapse!

“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!!”

Blood sprayed from Wu Hong’s mouth again—**three large mouthfuls**.

A sharp pain surged through his chest as if his heart had been violently squeezed. A wave of dizziness followed immediately. His body swayed unsteadily before he finally lost consciousness and collapsed on the jade tower.

—

“Master!”

“Master!”

In the crowd below, **Lin Dong** and **Tai Shan**, who had already become victors, shouted in panic, their faces filled with deep concern.

—

On the jade tower, **Shi Chang Qing**, who had just been appointed as the new Beast Soul lineage leader, inwardly wished Wu Hong would simply die from anger. However, he still quickly checked his condition before speaking down calmly:

“Don’t worry. He has only fainted.”

“He suffered too much shock today. Let him rest for a while—he will wake up later.”

—

Hearing that their master was fine, Lin Dong and Tai Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

—

Tai Shan, a towering figure over **3 meters** tall like an iron tower, clenched his fists and pointed at Tan Yun angrily.

“Just you wait for the final round of the competition. If I meet you there, I’ll tear you apart!”

—

Tan Yun smiled faintly, completely unconcerned.

“You big fool… I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. I’m seriously injured and won’t be able to compete.”

—

“You!!”

Tai Shan was so furious he couldn’t even speak properly, as if his full-force punch had landed on cotton.

—

Lin Dong narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold and sharp.

“Don’t worry, Third Brother… we will definitely have a chance to avenge Big Brother.”

“Mm!” Tai Shan nodded heavily and turned away, no longer paying attention to Tan Yun.

—

Tan Yun simply sat cross-legged in silence. He glanced at the unconscious Wu Hong on the jade tower and sneered inwardly.

“Old man… just wait until you wake up.”

“If I get the chance, I’ll let you see with your own eyes… how miserably your two beloved disciples die…”

—

Whoosh!

At that moment, **Mu Mengyi** descended from **Crouching Dragon Platform No. 2** like a celestial goddess and landed beside Tan Yun.

—

“Sister-in-law!” Da Niu quickly grinned. “I didn’t expect you to be just as strong as Senior Brother Tan Yun!”

“Greetings, Sister-in-law!”

The disciples of the Dan Lineage and Ling Mountain Medicine Garden all bowed in unison.

—

“Don’t do that. Just call me Senior Sister.”

Mu Mengyi spoke softly. Although her tone still carried a hint of coldness, it also had a strangely gentle charm.

—

“My dear disciple…”

At that moment, **Shen Qingqiu** walked over with a light laugh.

“Let them call you whatever they want. In any case… you will soon become Tan Yun’s wife.”

—

Shen Qingqiu was only an outer elder and had no qualification to sit on the jade tower.

But now, he looked at Tan Yun and Mu Mengyi with increasing fondness.

—

At that moment, **Daoist Five Spirits** stood up from his seat on the jade tower. His voice, though calm, echoed across the entire arena.

“Next… is the decisive battle for defending the Five Spirits lineage position.”

“The participants are three: **Wu Ling**, **Xue Ziyan**, and **Cheng Jinyue**.”

—

All three replied in unison:

“Disciple obeys!”

—

Daoist Five Spirits nodded in satisfaction and looked down toward the arena.

—

**Wu Ling** was his grandson and also regarded as the strongest disciple of the Five Spirits lineage.

**Cheng Jinyue** was the direct disciple of Elder No. 6. A year ago, he had fought Wu Ling for an entire night and lost by a narrow margin.

But now, **one year later**, many believed his strength might already be on par with Wu Ling.

—

As for **Xue Ziyan**…

To be honest, no disciple had ever seen her make a move.

All they knew was that she was the closed-door disciple of the Great Elder.

Thus… her strength remained a complete mystery, impossible for anyone to predict.