The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Instantly, a **12-zhang** Primordial Flame erupted, baring its destructive force as it shot toward the blood-covered Tuoba Jingge. In an instant, black sword lights—each over **10 zhang** long—materialized out of thin air in all directions around Tan Yun and shot in for a savage encirclement and kill! Then it lifted its massive front paw and slammed it down onto the **1,000-zhang death mountain** that was still crushing toward Tan Yun.
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Caught off guard, Tuoba Jingge was instantly engulfed by the **Primordial Ice Flame**!
“NO—!”
A piercing scream echoed through the sky. Within the icy flame, his face, neck, and entire body were immediately frozen into a pale blue hue.
In just a single breath, he forced his spiritual energy to break free from the flame. But even though he escaped, the skin and flesh on his back shattered and fell away like broken glass.
In that instant, his appearance… his entire body… was reduced to raw bleeding flesh with no skin left!
“Brother Jun, catch Lu Heren!”
Tan Yun threw Lu Heren’s nearly unconscious body into the air. Jun Buping leapt out from the black mist and caught him precisely.
“Ice Primordial Flame!”
“Primordial Step!”
“Primordial Flame Burst!”
In midair, Tan Yun’s eyes flashed with a mysterious red glow. His body blurred upward as his right hand slammed forward with full force.
Instantly, a **12-zhang** Primordial Flame erupted, baring its destructive force as it shot toward the blood-covered Tuoba Jingge.
Although the *Primordial Soul Suppression Technique* could easily suppress the soul of a cultivator at the **second level of Soul Core Realm**, it had no effect on Tuoba Jingge at all—proving that his spiritual strength was not weaker than Tan Yun’s.
“Death Armor—activate!”
“Tan Yun, today I will kill you!”
Tuoba Jingge roared. A surge of death energy erupted from his body, forming a pitch-black armor that fully covered him.
Even the Primordial Flame, which could burn high-grade treasures, scorched the armor and left burn marks—but still failed to destroy it completely.
“A semi-immortal-grade low-tier treasure?” Tan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
Earlier, he had already noticed Tuoba Jingge possessed a spirit vessel, a soul cauldron, and a flying sword—all semi-immortal artifacts.
“Heh… your background doesn’t seem ordinary,” Tan Yun said calmly as he stood on his flying sword, staring at him.
At a distance of about **200 zhang**, Tuoba Jingge also stood on his flying sword—and immediately froze again.
The enemy’s sword… was also a semi-immortal artifact.
“Tan Yun, you don’t need to know who I am. You only need to know one thing—today, you will die!”
He roared.
“Ancient Soul-Devouring Cauldron—activate!”
*WOOOM—!*
The heavens trembled. Spiritual waves surged like a rising tide, and the sound of an ancient god stepping forward echoed once again.
An invisible sonic force expanded outward like a vast ocean, engulfing Tan Yun in an instant.
But when it reached him—
Tan Yun’s **Three Souls and Seven Spirits** only trembled slightly… before returning to complete calm.
“That’s all… and you think you can kill me?”
Tan Yun stood on his sword, a cold smile forming on his lips.
“What?!” Tuoba Jingge’s eyes widened in shock.
He knew very well that even at only **30% power**, the Ancient Soul-Devouring Cauldron should severely damage the soul of a Soul Core Realm cultivator.
Yet Tan Yun didn’t even move.
“Impossible…”
Gritting his teeth, Tuoba Jingge roared again.
“Mountain Burial Map—crush him!”
*VWOOM—!*
His storage ring flashed, and a scroll floated into the air, unfolding into a painting of mountains and rivers.
Instantly, black energy erupted from the scroll. A **10-zhang** black mountain came alive, breaking free from the painting and expanding into a colossal peak over **1,000 zhang** tall.
*RUMBLE— RUMBLE—!*
Death energy surged wildly from the mountain, tearing open countless spatial cracks. Then it descended violently toward Tan Yun, crushing everything in its path.
“Cage of Death—Kill!”
Tuoba Jingge, still clad in his Death Armor, suddenly formed a seal with his left hand at his chest while his right fingers spun rapidly.
In an instant, black sword lights—each over **10 zhang** long—materialized out of thin air in all directions around Tan Yun and shot in for a savage encirclement and kill!
A strong sense of danger surged within Tan Yun immediately.
He made a clear judgment—if he did not use the *Ancient God-Slaying Sword Formation*, even if he could block the “Cage of Death,” he would still be injured!
“Good… since you have so many treasures, I’ll show you mine as well.”
“I’m done playing with you.”
Tan Yun’s voice turned ice-cold.
“Big one… I want it alive!”
“ROAR—!”
A heaven-shaking roar exploded across the battlefield.
The **Golden Dragon Lion** burst out from the black mist like a golden lightning bolt stretching over **200 zhang**.
With a single sweep of its sharp right wing, it shattered the “Cage of Death” into pieces.
Then it lifted its massive front paw and slammed it down onto the **1,000-zhang death mountain** that was still crushing toward Tan Yun.
*BOOM!!*
*CRASH—!!!*
The pitch-black mountain immediately cracked. Rifts spread across its entire structure before it was kicked flying hundreds of zhang away and exploded into countless debris raining across the sky.
With the “Mountain of Death” destroyed, the scroll floating above Tuoba Jingge lost all its power and drifted lifelessly in the wind.
“What… what is this?! It destroyed TWO of my semi-immortal treasures?!” Tuoba Jingge screamed in terror.
Without hesitation, he stepped onto his flying sword and shot into the sky, trying to escape toward his spirit vessel.
“ROAR—!”
Another deafening roar echoed above him.
Tuoba Jingge froze.
His face turned deathly pale.
He slowly looked up—
The Golden Dragon Lion was already above him.
Its giant blood-red mouth opened wide, as if it could swallow the heavens themselves.
“Tan Yun! Please spare my life! If you let me go, my grandfather will compensate you greatly!” Tuoba Jingge shouted in panic.
“Your grandfather? Heh…”
Tan Yun smiled coldly.
“Not bad… it seems I’ve hit the jackpot today. A direct descendant of a high-ranking elder of your sect. Your treasures must be quite valuable.”
“Yes! Yes!! My grandfather holds a high position! If you spare me, he will give you a mid-grade semi-immortal artifact!” Tuoba Jingge rushed to say.
Before he could finish—
“Brother Tan! Don’t believe him!” Lu Heren shouted suddenly after regaining consciousness. “He killed 48 of my Wind and Thunder lineage brothers just 2 days ago! Let me deal with him!”
“Alright.”
Tan Yun’s eyes turned sharp.
“Big one… keep him alive.”
“ROAR—!”
The Golden Dragon Lion flapped its wings and smashed down violently onto Tuoba Jingge.
*CRACK—!*
The Death Armor shattered into countless fragments. Tuoba Jingge’s body was slammed into the ground like a falling meteor.
He coughed up blood continuously, his body twitching violently as his vision slowly faded…
And in the next moment—
Lu Heren, holding a kitchen knife, walked forward step by step, his face filled with deep-seated hatred.
Each step carried killing intent.
He was going to do exactly what he said—
Kill this enemy…
like a dog.