The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“Uncle… I… I was wrong… please don’t kill me… I don’t want to die… I really don’t want to die!” Lu Heren grabbed his hair with his left hand and yanked his head upward violently. And those **48 people** you killed—did they want to die?!” “Fwoosh!” Without hesitation, Lu Heren raised the kitchen cleaver in his right hand high into the air and brought it down hard on Tuoba Jingge’s right shoulder. But that’s unlikely… apart from Tang Yun, there’s no one in that sect strong enough to do this.” Li M...
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“W…w-wait…don’t kill me!”
Tuoba Jingge raised his head trembling, his voice hoarse and filled with despair.
“Uncle… I… I was wrong… please don’t kill me… I don’t want to die… I really don’t want to die!”
Lu Heren grabbed his hair with his left hand and yanked his head upward violently. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared in fury:
“Don’t want to die?! You bastard! And those **48 people** you killed—did they want to die?!”
“Fwoosh!”
Without hesitation, Lu Heren raised the kitchen cleaver in his right hand high into the air and brought it down hard on Tuoba Jingge’s right shoulder.
*SHHK—!*
A horrifying tearing sound echoed as flesh split apart. One arm flew off and crashed to the ground.
“AAAAHHH—!!”
Tuoba Jingge screamed in agony, blood gushing out as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
“Uncle… don’t kill me! I didn’t lie! My grandfather is a high-ranking elder of the Immortal Sect! If you kill me, he will never let you go!”
“Waaah… I really don’t want to die! Spare me! My grandfather will reward you greatly! He loves me the most!”
Hearing this, Lu Heren let out a bitter laugh, his voice filled with deep pain and hatred.
“Brothers… I, Lu Heren… I’m sorry!”
“I couldn’t protect you… but now… I will use his blood to avenge you!”
He raised the cleaver again without hesitation.
*SLASH!*
Blood splattered everywhere. Tuoba Jingge’s head flew off instantly, his screams cut off in the same moment.
Lu Heren stood frozen, breathing heavily, his eyes burning red with grief and rage.
At that moment, Tan Yun looked coldly at the headless corpse and asked calmly:
“What is your name, and who exactly is your grandfather?”
Even in his final moments, Tuoba Jingge forced a relieved laugh, as if seeing hope again.
“I… I am Tuoba Jingge! My grandfather is Tuoba Wuliang! Tan Yun, please spare me! My grandfather will surely repay you!”
Tan Yun smiled faintly.
“No need to swear. I believe you.”
“Th-thank you… thank you, Lord Tan!”
But in the next instant, Tan Yun’s expression turned ice-cold.
“I believe you… but I never said I would spare you.”
Those words turned Tuoba Jingge’s hope into utter despair.
“Tan Yun! You will die a miserable—”
“Enough nonsense.”
Before he could finish, Lu Heren smashed the handle of the cleaver into his mouth.
*BANG!*
Teeth shattered, blood exploded outward. Another slash followed immediately, severing his head completely.
Silence returned to the valley.
Tan Yun calmly lifted the Qiankun Ring and inspected it.
“A low-grade semi-saint artifact ring… not bad.”
Inside were a demonic spear at semi-saint level, a flying sword, and **100,000 top-grade spirit stones**.
He waved his hand and stored everything away, replacing his own ring with Tuoba Jingge’s.
Then he destroyed the corpse completely, leaving no trace behind.
Tan Yun patted Lu Heren’s shoulder lightly.
“The dead cannot return. Don’t dwell on sorrow.”
“If you want revenge, then stand up and continue killing enemies with me.”
With that, he turned and walked toward the Burial God Abyss.
Behind him, Lu Heren dropped to his knees heavily. His voice trembled as he shouted:
“Tan Yun!”
“Thank you for saving my life!”
“From this day on, no matter mountains of blades or seas of fire—just call for me, and I will come!”
“Phew!”
Tang Yun slightly leaned forward and quickly helped Lu Heren up, speaking in a calm but firm voice.
“Don’t be so formal. Get up.”
The reason he helped people was not just one.
First—any disciple of the Huafu Sacred Sect who did not hold enmity against him, he would help if possible. He would not ignore lives just because he had the strength to do so.
Second—although he never expected repayment for helping others, if he could use it to form connections with talented individuals, it would still benefit his future path.
Tang Yun knew very well that it was not yet time for him to officially build his own force. But before that day arrived, gathering a few “geniuses” would be a crucial support for his future revenge.
After all, in the days ahead, he would face too many things to handle everything alone.
“Let’s go. Back to ambush duty. Welcome to the team.” Tang Yun smiled faintly.
“Alright!” Lu Heren swung his chopping cleaver in his hand, his chubby face now filled with determination, looking like a ruthless executioner.
The two of them once again stepped into the black fog of the Burial God Abyss, silently hiding inside a rock crevice.
When he saw Shangguan Bingbing, Lu Heren paused slightly. He did not expect Jun Buping and her to be here as well.
After that, Jun Buping briefly explained everything that had happened—from Tang Yun saving them, to Tang Yun’s “three rules” regarding which sect disciples he would not help…
Meanwhile, the small “Golden Dragon Lion,” only the size of a cat, lay hidden behind the crevice, silently staring deep into the black mist of the abyss with calm eyes.
…
On another side
Inside a quiet mountain valley
Li Miaoxin quickly entered the cave with a grave expression and spoke to Ru Yancheng.
“Young master… just now, Tuoba Jingge’s life token… shattered.”
“Phew!”
Ru Yancheng stood up abruptly, his expression shaking in shock.
“What?! Tuoba Jingge is dead? He’s a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, and he even had a quasi-saint weapon on him!”
“Yes, young master.” Li Miaoxin felt a chill run down her spine. Thinking of his death, it felt as if the eyes of death were watching them.
Ru Yancheng frowned deeply, suspicion rising endlessly in his heart.
“This is too strange… could it be the work of Huafu Sacred Sect disciples? But that’s unlikely… apart from Tang Yun, there’s no one in that sect strong enough to do this.”
Li Miaoxin said softly, “At least his death might be a good thing… I heard his grandfather once hoped to groom him as a future sect successor.”
“Hmm.” Ru Yancheng nodded slightly, then spoke in a low voice.
“I’m not worried about that… I just feel that the number of deaths this time is too abnormal.”
He paused, his eyes turning cold.
“Miaoxin, how many of our people are still alive now?”
Li Miaoxin let out a heavy sigh and answered slowly.
“Out of the original 2,000 participants… 634 have already died.”
“This… is the highest casualty rate in nearly 10,000 years of this trial.”