The Supreme Being Against Heaven

--Translated by likesnovel--

Luo Fan, Nangong Ruxue, and over 3,800 disciples under Shen Subing all stared anxiously at the sword formation, silently praying for Tan Yun’s safety.

Even Tang Xinying was visibly tense as she watched the formation.

Although Tan Yun had once rejected her offer to take him as a disciple—citing that he already had a master—she still couldn’t deny it.

She admired him.

Deeply.

On the other side, Fourth Elder Lu Yi’s face had already turned as dark as ink, fury burning in his chest.

He had never expected Tan Yun’s combat power—despite being only at the third level of the Soul Refining Realm—to reach such a terrifying extent when fighting above his level.

Meanwhile—

Outside the formation, the five surviving disciples stood trembling, gasping for breath.

Their eyes were fixed on the scattered corpses across the battlefield.

“Too terrifying…”

“Tan Yun… he’s truly a monster…”

Inside the Hongmeng God-Slaying Sword Formation—

Hou Ye, Wang Ji, Chang Zhijian, Cheng Gu, Peng Wanchuan, and Yue Buqun stood in the chaotic void, all six of them staring coldly at Tan Yun suspended in mid-air.

Hou Ye narrowed his eyes.

“Brothers, don’t underestimate him. This formation actually allows him to fly freely—this is no ordinary technique.”

His tone turned solemn.

“Finish this quickly. If we drag it out and word spreads that six of us took so long to kill a single third-level Soul Refining Realm cultivator… we’ll become a joke in the Immortal Sect.”

The others immediately responded.

“Understood, Senior Brother Hou!”

But before they could move—

A cold, murderous voice echoed through the void.

“The Torrent of Time.”

*BOOM—!*

The entire chaotic sky trembled violently.

The power of time converged into a massive torrent spanning three thousand zhang, descending like a transparent heavenly waterfall.

It crushed everything in its path.

The entire space distorted as if reality itself was being rewritten.

Its power—amplified elevenfold by Tan Yun’s current cultivation and further boosted by eleven divine swords—exploded to nearly eighteenfold destructive force.

“NO—!!”

Cheng Gu’s face twisted in terror as blood-vein-like cracks spread across his body.

“I-Impossible… how can your Time Dao be this strong?!”

He barely managed to form a protective barrier—

But it shattered instantly.

*BOOM!*

With a deafening explosion, his body was torn apart mid-air.

“Ahhh!!”

Screams echoed one after another.

Wang Ji, Chang Zhijian, Peng Wanchuan, and Yue Buqun were all engulfed by the torrent of time.

Their bodies disintegrated into fragments—

And even those fragments were instantly erased by the power of time, vanishing into nothingness.

Not even corpses remained.

In an instant—

Five ninth-level Soul Refining Realm disciples were completely annihilated.

However—

Hou Ye was different.

His body flickered under the torrent, only leaving faint blood lines across his skin. Though injured, he had survived.

That alone proved his terrifying strength—far beyond the others.

But even he could not remain calm.

His expression turned grave.

“Don’t stop! Kill him!!”

At his roar, Wang Ji—who had wind attribute talent—was the first to counterattack.

“Wind Blade Condensation!”

A massive vortex of wind blades erupted beneath his feet, spiraling hundreds of zhang into the air.

He rode it upward, forcibly breaking through the torrent of time.

With a swing of his sword—

*WHOOSH—!*

A two-hundred-zhang wind blade slashed through the air, tearing space apart as it flew toward Tan Yun.

At the same time, Cheng Gu, who wielded fire attribute power, roared as well.

“Flame Sword Sea—Burn the Heavens!”

Endless flames erupted around him like a volcanic eruption.

Hundreds of flaming sword lights formed a blazing storm, illuminating the chaotic void as they surged toward Tan Yun from another direction.

“Kill!!”

Cheng Gu roared furiously, unleashing a thousand flaming sword beams in unison.

The blazing blades tore through the chaotic void, ripping open pitch-black spatial rifts. The entire battlefield looked like it was collapsing into an abyss of destruction.

At the same time—

Chang Zhijian, Peng Wanchuan (both lightning attribute cultivators), and Yue Buqun (water attribute cultivator) forcibly broke out of the spatial-time torrent, each of them drenched in blood and gravely injured. Yet they still charged straight toward Tan Yun!

In the distance, Hou Ye stood atop his flying sword, halberd in hand, like a cold-eyed predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

He did not rush in.

He was waiting.

Waiting for Tan Yun to reveal even the slightest opening amid the chaos—so he could deliver a fatal blow.

But at that moment—

Tan Yun’s eyes turned ice-cold.

“Spatial Tide.”

Boom—

Golden spiritual energy surged around him like coiling dragons, erupting outward in an instant.

Behind him, deep within the chaotic void, the sound of roaring waves suddenly echoed.

Then—

A gigantic tidal surge formed entirely from spatial power burst forth from the depths of chaos, sweeping across the battlefield like a collapsing world.

It swallowed Tan Yun whole in an instant.

And then—

It engulfed every incoming attack.

Wind blades.

Flame swords.

Lightning strikes.

Water torrents.

All were dragged into the spatial tide and violently distorted.

Even Chang Zhijian, Peng Wanchuan, Yue Buqun, and the others were pulled into its destructive flow without resistance.

Everything sank into chaos.

However—

Wang Ji’s wind blades were the first to reveal something terrifying.

Dozens of two-hundred-zhang wind swords were rapidly compressed inside the spatial tide… shrinking at a visible rate.

From massive killing blades—

To three-zhang condensed lethal slashes.

Even though their size shrank drastically, their killing speed did not weaken—instead, they became even more terrifying.

“Not good!”

Tan Yun activated the Primordial Divine Steps at the limit.

His figure vanished from the center of the storm just in time.

But—

*Pfft!*

A streak of wind blade still caught him.

Blood splattered.

Both of his legs were slashed open, bone visible beneath the torn flesh.

At the same time—

Cheng Gu’s thousand fire swords were completely crushed by the spatial tide. The blazing storm extinguished at a shocking speed, as if being erased from existence itself.

His body staggered mid-air, his movement slowed by threefold under the pressure of space distortion.

Clearly—

Among all of them, his strength was the weakest.

“Now!”

Tan Yun’s eyes turned ferocious.

Ignoring the pain in his legs, he stepped forward using the Primordial Divine Steps.

In a flash—

He appeared beside Cheng Gu.

“Die.”

A single sword light erupted.

*Puff puff puff!*

Blood exploded outward as Cheng Gu screamed in terror.

“Five Senior Brothers—SAVE ME!!”

But his voice ended abruptly.

*Slash—!*

Tan Yun’s sword descended cleanly through his body.

Cheng Gu was split into two halves from head to toe. Internal organs and shattered flesh rained down from the sky, swallowed immediately by the collapsing spatial tide.

Without pause—

Tan Yun vanished again.

He reappeared in front of Wang Ji.

Golden sword light surged.

“NO—!”

Wang Ji desperately tried to retreat, but his movement had been reduced by half under the spatial suppression.

Too slow.

Far too slow.

*Pfft!*

A horizontal slash tore through his abdomen, blood and organs spilling into the air.

Before he could even scream—

Two more sword strikes followed instantly.

One severed both legs.

The next—

Pierced straight through his forehead.

Wang Ji froze mid-air.

Then his body was shredded by the spatial tide, disintegrating into blood mist and broken bones.

Dead on the spot.