The Supreme Being Against Heaven

--Translated by likesnovel--

Everyone instinctively turned their heads.

A white blur flashed past like lightning.

In the next instant—Tan Yun, now clad in a spotless white robe, had already appeared beside Mu Mengyi and Xue Ziyan, who lay unconscious on the grass, gravely injured.

The moment he saw them—

His heart felt as if it had been violently torn apart.

Sword wounds pierced through their chests. Countless terrifying cuts covered their bodies. Blood stained their clothes, painting a scene of devastation.

“…”

Tan Yun immediately released his divine sense, sweeping into their bodies.

Only after confirming that their life forces were still stable did he let out a trembling breath of relief.

Then—

He slowly turned his head.

Three zhang away.

Song Hong’s corpse lay there.

A brutal, horrifying sight.

His right arm was gone. His left leg had been severed. Dozens of sword wounds covered his body. And most chilling of all—a deep, clean slit across his throat.

There was no doubt.

He had been tortured… before being executed.

Tan Yun walked forward.

Very slowly.

Each step heavier than the last.

As he drew closer, his body trembled more violently.

The memory of Song Hong’s final call—“Brother…”—echoed in his mind again and again.

Tears began to fall uncontrollably.

And his expression slowly twisted with overwhelming fury.

“Brother Song…”

A broken cry escaped his throat.

He dropped to his knees with a heavy thud.

He hugged the cold corpse tightly, his entire body shaking.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

“I came back from the Eternal Lands half a month ago… I’ve been busy with everything… I even told Brother Luo to pass the message that I would come see you once I was free…”

“I never thought… I wouldn’t even get the chance to see you one last time…”

His voice cracked completely.

He gently lifted Song Hong’s body and leaned it against a tree trunk.

Then he raised his head and let out a furious roar toward the sky.

“Brother Song—watch from above!”

“I, Tan Yun… swear I will avenge you!!”

*WHOOSH—*

A figure flashed forward.

Luo Fan hugged him tightly from behind.

“Brother Tan! Don’t act recklessly! Among those eighty-nine people, there are six experts at the ninth level of Soul Refining Realm!”

“And Hou Ye… he has the strength to fight a Great Perfection expert! You cannot win!”

“Let me go!” Tan Yun roared, eyes blood-red. “Brother Song is dead! Meng Yi and Zi Yan are severely injured! This hatred is irreconcilable!”

“I must kill them all!!”

“Brother Tan—!”

Before Luo Fan could finish, Tan Yun violently shook him off.

But Luo Fan still refused to release him, grabbing him again.

“I can’t just watch you die!”

Tan Yun suddenly turned his head.

His eyes—cold, bloodthirsty, and filled with absolute killing intent—locked onto Luo Fan.

“If you still consider me a brother…”

“Then get out of my way.”

That gaze made Luo Fan’s soul tremble.

His grip… slowly loosened.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in Tan Yun’s mind.

Revenge.

Complete annihilation of all eighty-nine enemies.

He slowly raised his gaze, sweeping across the group behind Lu Yi.

His voice was hoarse, but every word carried bone-chilling killing intent.

“I won’t ask who killed Brother Song.”

“I won’t ask who injured Meng Yi and Zi Yan.”

“Because today…”

“All of you will die horribly.”

“GET OUT HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH!!”

Tan Yun’s bloodshot gaze swept across the eighty-nine disciples standing behind Lu Yi. His teeth clenched so hard it seemed they might shatter.

“I won’t ask who killed Song Hong.”

“I won’t ask who injured Meng Yi and Zi Yan.”

“Because…”

“I will make every single one of you pay with a miserable death!”

“ALL OF YOU—GET OUT HERE AND FACE ME!!”

His roar shook the valley.

The eighty-nine disciples—thirty-two at the seventh level of Soul Refining Realm, fifty-one at the eighth level, and six peak ninth-level experts—looked at Tan Yun as if he were a fool who didn’t know his place.

At the front, Hou Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, then chuckled.

He turned back to glance at the group behind him and spoke lazily.

“Let’s go. If we don’t accept his challenge, people might think we’re afraid.”

In the next instant—

A blur of movement.

Hou Ye led the eighty-eight disciples and appeared a hundred zhang away from Tan Yun in a flash.

At the same time, Luo Fan clenched his fists and stepped forward.

“Brother Tan, if you insist on fighting… I’ll accompany you!”

“Senior Brother Tan! Even if we die, we’ll fight with you to the end!”

Eighty disciples from Shen Subing’s faction stepped forward without hesitation.

They were all people Tan Yun had once helped during the Eternal Lands trial.

But behind them, the remaining disciples only watched in silence.

Not because they were heartless—

But because they knew.

Hou Ye alone was already an existence they could not contend with. Stepping forward would only mean meaningless death.

At this moment, Shen Subing’s figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Tan Yun.

Her expression was complicated—grief, anger, and a trace of approval.

“I understand your anger.”

“But this is not the time for blind recklessness.”

Tan Yun’s voice erupted like thunder.

“Elder! My decision is made—I will fight to the end!”

“Go back!” Shen Subing’s tone turned cold and commanding.

The disciples behind Tan Yun immediately shivered and retreated, turning into streaks of light back to their formation.

Yet Tan Yun and Luo Fan remained unmoved.

“You two are rebelling now?!” Shen Subing’s eyes darkened with anger. “I said—go back!”

Luo Fan tried to grab Tan Yun again.

But—

Tan Yun stood like a mountain. Unshakable.

“Brother Luo… leave.”

With a sudden motion, Tan Yun grabbed Luo Fan and hurled him a hundred zhang away.

“Brother Tan!! Don’t be foolish!!”

Luo Fan struggled to rush back, but was held down by others.

“Senior Brother Luo, don’t go! The Merit Elder is already furious!”

Shen Subing’s gaze sharpened.

“I’ll say it one last time.”

“Go back.”

Tan Yun’s veins bulged across his neck.

“They killed my brothers.”

“They injured my beloved.”

“This hatred… must be settled today.”

“You—”

Shen Subing raised her hand.

But in the end, she did not strike.

Her expression darkened with disappointment.

“…Fine.”

“Since you insist on courting death, don’t blame anyone else.”

She turned and left.

The moment she withdrew, the atmosphere in the valley turned suffocatingly cold.

Everyone knew—

Tan Yun was finished.

Hou Ye laughed softly, full of contempt.

“Hah… courage without strength is just stupidity.”

He raised a hand lazily.

“Kill him.”

“Don’t get close. Use weapons. Tear him apart.”

“YES, SENIOR BROTHER HOU!”

Two disciples at the seventh level of Soul Refining Realm shot out instantly.

“Die!!”

One palm, one fist—both descending like thunder.

Tan Yun’s eyes turned utterly cold.

“Primordial Divine Steps.”

His figure blurred.

In an instant—

He appeared above them.

Each hand locked onto a throat.

The two disciples froze mid-air, eyes widening in terror.

“…”

“Die.”

*BOOM—!!*

A violent collision erupted in the sky.

Blood, shattered bones, and torn flesh exploded outward like a rain of death.

Two heads fell to the ground, rolling all the way to stop in front of Hou Ye.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Even Tang Xinying, Shen Subing, and Lu Yi’s expressions shifted slightly.

They had not expected Tan Yun’s killing speed—or his ruthlessness—to be this extreme.

Hou Ye’s expression finally turned cold.

“Everyone.”

“Attack.”

“Do not engage in close combat.”

“Use weapons—grind him to dust.”

Instantly—

Eighty-one disciples surged forward like a tidal wave of killing intent, sword lights, saber shadows, and spear phantoms tearing through the air as they engulfed Tan Yun from all directions.