The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
--Translated by likesnovel-- *Whoosh whoosh whoosh—* In an instant, dazzling sword lights and saber beams of every attribute erupted across the sky, sealing off a three-hundred-zhang radius around Tan Yun. At the same time— Countless spear shadows and lance phantoms tore through the air with terrifying piercing force, shooting straight toward the center where Tan Yun stood. At the same time— The five ninth-level Soul Refining Realm disciples finally joined the attack.
--Translated by likesnovel--
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh—*
In an instant, dazzling sword lights and saber beams of every attribute erupted across the sky, sealing off a three-hundred-zhang radius around Tan Yun.
The void trembled violently.
Cracks of spatial distortion spread like shattered glass, as if this entire space was on the verge of collapse.
At the same time—
Countless spear shadows and lance phantoms tore through the air with terrifying piercing force, shooting straight toward the center where Tan Yun stood.
Eighty-one elite disciples had unleashed everything they had—no holding back, no mercy.
They only wanted one thing—
To grind Tan Yun into dust.
“Sigh…”
Tang Xinying let out a long, helpless breath, already convinced that Tan Yun had no chance of survival.
Even Shen Subing, who had been furious just moments ago, now felt her anger slowly fade into regret.
If she had forced him to retreat earlier… perhaps it wouldn’t have come to this.
As for the other elders—including Lu Yi—mocking smiles appeared on their faces.
In their eyes, this was nothing more than an overconfident fool courting death.
Third level of Soul Refining Realm… yet daring to challenge eighty-one elites?
Utterly absurd.
Many of Shen Subing’s disciples even turned their heads away, unable to bear witnessing the next bloody scene.
But in the very next moment—
Everything changed.
A beast-like roar suddenly exploded from within the storm of blades and sword light.
“ROAR!!”
Boom—
A golden spiritual aura burst forth like a raging sun.
Tan Yun stood there like a war god clad in divine light. His body flickered like a phantom as he moved through the storm of attacks with impossible speed.
The lethal barrage that should have shredded him… missed completely.
In the next instant, he appeared above the heads of the eighty-one disciples.
A golden beam shot out from between his brows.
*Buzz—!*
It transformed into a golden divine sword—Jin Ni—gripped firmly in his hand.
His long hair danced wildly in the wind as he vanished again using the Primordial Divine Steps.
The next moment—
He reappeared two hundred feet below.
A single sword flash.
*Pfft—!*
A head flew into the air.
The body below was split cleanly in half before it even hit the ground.
Tan Yun didn’t stop.
His figure blurred again—turning into streaks of golden afterimages that flashed through the battlefield like death itself.
Every flash—
A life extinguished.
Every swing—
A soul severed.
The enemy’s weapons collided against his divine sword, only to be effortlessly cut in half.
There was no resistance.
No stalemate.
Only slaughter.
“Puff! Puff! Puff!”
Blood sprayed across the sky like a crimson storm.
In the blink of an eye, more than fifty disciples had already fallen.
The ground was soaked in blood, and severed bodies rained down like broken meteorites.
Screams of terror finally replaced arrogance.
The remaining disciples were completely terrified, their confidence shattered in an instant.
“This… this is impossible!!”
“He’s not human!!”
“Run!! RUN—!!”
Panic erupted.
The surviving ten or so disciples turned and fled desperately toward Hou Ye and the six ninth-level experts five hundred zhang away.
“Senior Brother Hou!! Save me!!”
“Help!! He’s a monster!!”
“Save us—!!”
Amid the terrified cries for help, Tan Yun’s figure suddenly vanished.
The next instant—
He reappeared four hundred feet away like a ghost.
*Bang!*
His blood-soaked right fist pierced straight through the back of a fleeing disciple. Ribs shattered instantly as the fist burst out from the front of his chest.
The disciple didn’t even have time to scream before his life was extinguished on the spot.
His corpse still hung on Tan Yun’s arm.
“WHOOSH—THUD!”
With a casual swing, Tan Yun hurled the corpse forward like a cannonball.
It slammed directly toward Hou Ye and the remaining six experts, who had just barely recovered from their shock.
At the same time—
*Shing!*
Tan Yun summoned the divine sword Jin Ni back into his grasp.
Hou Ye’s expression finally darkened.
“Tan Yun!! You’ve killed so many of my junior brothers… I’ll make sure you die a fate worse than death!”
“Wang! The five of you—attack with me!”
Boom—
As soon as his voice fell, a terrifying phenomenon erupted above Hou Ye’s head.
Nine phantom beast souls emerged into the void—each one identical to him, roaring toward the heavens.
*ROAR—!! ROAR—!! ROAR—!!*
The soundwaves shook the battlefield.
A peak beast-attribute talent!
In an instant, the nine beast souls fused into Hou Ye’s aura, causing his strength to skyrocket.
His presence surged violently, reaching the level of Great Perfection of Soul Refining Realm.
Ninefold amplification!
His eyes turned cold.
“In a battle across all directions… speed decides everything.”
With a flick of his Qiankun Ring, a silver halberd appeared in his hand.
He swung it repeatedly.
In an instant—
A hundred-zhang illusory halberd tore through the sky above Tan Yun.
At the same time, eight more halberd phantoms appeared from every direction, sealing off all escape routes.
The void cracked under their pressure as they shot forward like lightning.
Too fast.
Too dense.
“Damn it!”
Tan Yun activated the Primordial Divine Steps, his body flickering desperately through the barrage.
But the attacks adapted instantly.
One halberd missed—
Another instantly replaced its trajectory from above.
*Pfft!*
Blood splattered.
A deep, bone-exposing wound was carved across Tan Yun’s right arm. Fresh blood poured out violently.
The killing intent in Hou Ye’s eyes grew colder.
The eight halberd phantoms… regenerated endlessly, relentlessly hunting him down.
At the same time—
The five ninth-level Soul Refining Realm disciples finally joined the attack.
Four sword cultivators and one elder controlling a massive snow-white cauldron rushed forward, their combined aura freezing the surrounding space.
“Kill!!”
Boom boom boom—
Tan Yun’s body was forced into constant evasion.
But even so—
*Puff! Puff! Puff!*
More wounds appeared on his legs, chest, and arms. Bone was exposed. Blood soaked his white robe until it turned crimson.
Yet his eyes only burned brighter.
“Primordial Chaos God-Slaying Sword Formation!!”
With a roar, eleven divine swords erupted from his Qiankun Ring.
Metal. Wood. Water. Fire. Earth. Wind. Thunder. Time. Space. Death. Light.
Eleven attributes fused into one formation.
In an instant—
A chaotic sword domain expanded outward, sealing off a five-hundred-zhang radius.
The world twisted.
Space collapsed into layered illusions.
Hou Ye and the six ninth-level experts were instantly trapped within the formation.
The battlefield vanished from outside view.
Tang Xinying’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“What is this formation…?”
Even Lu Yi and the other elders frowned, unable to perceive anything inside.
Shen Subing’s fists tightened unconsciously.
Her gaze was fixed on the formation, worry flashing deep in her eyes.