The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
--Translated by likesnovel-- “Thunder Suppressing Treasure Map—Suppress and Kill!!” *BOOM—!!* Chang Zhijian suddenly roared as he flicked his sleeve. Within them, countless lightning dragons coiled and surged, each bolt hundreds of zhang thick, crashing downward toward Tan Yun! *BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!* Hundreds of zhang-thick lightning bolts descended like a heavenly purge, drowning the void as they roared toward Tan Yun from every direction.
--Translated by likesnovel--
“Thunder Suppressing Treasure Map—Suppress and Kill!!”
*BOOM—!!*
Chang Zhijian suddenly roared as he flicked his sleeve.
A scroll shot out from his Qiankun Ring like a bolt of divine lightning.
Instantly—
Thunder rumbled across the chaotic void.
Lightning tore through the darkness.
A terrifying supreme treasure had been activated.
The scroll expanded in mid-air—
A hundred zhang wide… and a thousand zhang long!
On it, endless dark clouds churned and roiled like a living storm. Within them, countless lightning dragons coiled and surged, each bolt hundreds of zhang thick, crashing downward toward Tan Yun!
*CRACK—!!*
Each strike carried enough destructive force to obliterate low-grade magical artifacts instantly.
Tan Yun’s expression sharpened.
Using the Primordial Divine Steps, his figure flickered rapidly through the void—but the Thunder Suppressing Treasure Map had already locked onto him.
No matter how he moved, the lightning followed like a divine judgment, piercing space itself to strike down.
*BOOM!*
A bolt of lightning grazed his right shoulder.
Instantly—
Blood exploded outward.
His skin split open, and his body staggered as a wave of dizziness hit him. He plummeted downward uncontrollably.
“Hmm?! He actually didn’t get his arm destroyed?”
Chang Zhijian’s eyes widened in shock.
He had expected that strike to shatter Tan Yun’s entire right arm—but it only tore open his skin.
“Junior Brother Peng! Junior Brother Yue! Kill him now!” he shouted urgently while fully controlling the treasure map.
“Got it!”
Peng Wanchuan’s aura erupted with thunderous power.
A massive lightning hammer appeared in his hand as he descended like a falling comet, aiming directly for Tan Yun’s skull.
A single hit—
Death was guaranteed.
At the very moment he appeared above Tan Yun—
No one noticed it.
A faint, ferocious smile curved on Tan Yun’s lips.
“Primordial Flame.”
*BOOM—!!*
Instead of falling, Tan Yun shot upward against gravity.
His right palm thrust forward.
A twelve-zhang Primordial Flame erupted instantly, swallowing both Peng Wanchuan and his lightning hammer whole.
“AHHHHH!! WHAT IS THIS FIRE—?!”
Peng Wanchuan screamed in horror.
Even with thunder spiritual energy protecting him, his body began melting at terrifying speed.
Skin dissolved.
Muscles vaporized.
His face collapsed into a grotesque skull-like structure.
Even the top-grade lightning hammer in his hand—
melted into nothing under the purple-golden flames.
“Save me!! Senior Brother Hou!! Yue Buqun!! SAVE ME—!!”
His desperate screams cut off abruptly.
In the next instant—
He was completely reduced to ashes.
A mid-fourth-rank Primordial Flame.
Even a sub-Venerable low-grade artifact could be incinerated instantly—let alone a cultivator.
At this moment—
Yue Buqun, still hovering at the edge of the spatial tide, froze completely.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
He didn’t dare move.
He didn’t dare attack.
Even his breathing slowed.
Outside the spatial tide, Hou Ye’s expression had already turned ferocious.
“Useless trash!!”
With a furious roar, he gripped his halberd and charged directly into the spatial tide.
And in that instant—
His speed only dropped by ten percent.
The strongest of the six had finally entered the battlefield.
His killing intent locked onto Tan Yun like a death god descending.
At the same time—
Chang Zhijian gritted his teeth and once again activated the Thunder Suppressing Treasure Map.
*BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!*
Hundreds of zhang-thick lightning bolts descended like a heavenly purge, drowning the void as they roared toward Tan Yun from every direction.
“WAR!!”
Tan Yun let out a ferocious roar.
His eyes burned with unwavering killing intent as his figure transformed into countless afterimages, forcefully charging upward to meet the descending bolts of thunder.
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
Three lightning strikes pierced through his defenses in succession.
Tan Yun couldn’t fully evade them.
His left arm, chest, and back were all grazed—
Instantly, flesh exploded, blood splattered, and bone was exposed in a gruesome mess.
But he didn’t even slow down.
“Break!!”
With a savage roar, he finally broke through the sea of lightning and appeared directly beneath the Thunder Suppressing Treasure Map.
Without hesitation, he thrust out his palm.
The Primordial Flame surged forth like a living beast and slammed directly into the treasure map.
*WHOOSH—!*
In an instant—
A massive hole was burned straight through the Thunder Suppressing Treasure Map!
“NO—!! My treasure map!!”
Chang Zhijian screamed in agony.
His Qi and blood instantly went into chaos as he suffered a violent backlash. Seven orifices bled at once as he swayed unsteadily on his flying sword.
But before he could stabilize himself—
A streak of golden light was already closing in on him at terrifying speed.
Tan Yun had arrived.
With a flip of his hand—
The divine sword Jin Ni reappeared.
A cold slash aimed straight for Chang Zhijian’s throat.
At this critical moment—
“Senior Brother Chang!!”
Hou Ye was still two thousand zhang away. Even he could not arrive in time.
His gaze snapped downward.
“Yue Buqun!! What are you waiting for?! Save him!!”
“YES, SENIOR BROTHER HOU!”
Yue Buqun’s expression hardened.
With a violent push of his Qiankun power—
A massive snow-white cauldron erupted behind him, releasing an icy aura that seemed capable of freezing heaven and earth.
“Ice Domain—Ten Thousand Miles Frozen Seal!”
*BOOM—!*
A terrifying cold force erupted from the cauldron, sweeping across the battlefield.
In an instant—
A thousand-zhang ice mountain formed within the spatial tide, sealing Tan Yun completely inside.
Frozen solid.
Even the motion of his sword swing was preserved mid-air—right before it could sever Chang Zhijian’s head.
Chang Zhijian collapsed onto his flying sword below, gasping violently.
Blood dripped from all seven orifices, but he had escaped death by a hair’s breadth.
“Haha… hahahaha…”
He laughed weakly, filled with relief.
“Junior Brother Yue… good… very good…”
“Cut off his limbs… I will personally torture him to death…”
“Yes, Senior Brother Chang.” Yue Buqun replied calmly, his confidence returning.
He stepped forward.
“Senior Brother Hou, I’ll handle him.”
Hou Ye nodded slightly, hovering in the void.
“Good.”
Yue Buqun narrowed his eyes, a cold smile forming.
“Die.”
He stepped into the frozen mountain.
Like a fish swimming through ice, he moved effortlessly through the frozen layers toward Tan Yun.
“Let me personally end you.”
“You killed so many of my fellow disciples… I’ll cut off your limbs one by one, gouge out your eyes, and make you die in endless agony.”
Inside the frozen iceberg—
Tan Yun stood motionless.
No one knew—
A faint, bloodthirsty smile had already appeared in his eyes.
“Good idea.”
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
Yue Buqun froze for a split second.
That moment—
Tan Yun moved.
*WHOOSH—!*
A single step forward.
A hand shot out like lightning.
Two fingers—piercing straight toward Yue Buqun’s eyes!