The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
--Translated by likesnovel-- “My fate is decided by me—not by heaven!” “And even less by you!” “Primordial Ice Flame!!” With a furious roar, Tan Yun’s left palm shot upward while his right hand still gripped the halberd embedded in his collarbone. But— “ROAR!!” Even while drenched in blood and suffering unbearable pain, Tan Yun forcibly endured it. He yanked the halberd out from his left collarbone— Blood sprayed violently from his chest.
--Translated by likesnovel--
“My fate is decided by me—not by heaven!”
“And even less by you!”
“Primordial Ice Flame!!”
With a furious roar, Tan Yun’s left palm shot upward while his right hand still gripped the halberd embedded in his collarbone.
*BOOM—!!*
A pale-blue flame erupted from his palm, soaring nine zhang into the sky in an instant.
In the blink of an eye—
The flame condensed into a massive ice domain.
A nine-zhang ice cone sealed Hou Ye completely within it.
Inside the frozen prison, Hou Ye’s expression twisted in agony. His skin, neck, and even his flesh began to crystallize under the terrifying extreme cold, rapidly turning into frost.
But—
“ROAR!!”
Even while drenched in blood and suffering unbearable pain, Tan Yun forcibly endured it.
He yanked the halberd out from his left collarbone—
Blood sprayed violently from his chest.
Then he kicked off the air and leapt three zhang upward.
Divine sword Jin Ni appeared in his hand.
And he slashed down at the ice prison without hesitation.
“Do you think you can kill me that easily?! BREAK!!”
Inside the ice cone, Hou Ye let out a furious roar.
*CRACK—!!*
The ice prison exploded.
The frozen layer on his body shattered into countless fragments.
But his condition was miserable—his flesh was torn, his aura chaotic, his body drenched in blood.
Still, he barely managed to twist aside and avoid the fatal slash.
*PFFT—!!*
Too slow.
The golden sword light swept past.
Hou Ye’s left arm flew into the air.
At the same time, two ribs were severed, and the edge of his heart was cut open by the blade.
“Ahhh!! I’ll kill you!!”
Hou Ye screamed in madness, now missing an arm and severely injured.
He turned violently, gripping his halberd with his remaining hand, slashing wildly toward Tan Yun.
But—
*PFFT!!*
The halberd carved a deep blood gash across Tan Yun’s neck.
If it had gone just a little deeper, his throat would have been completely severed.
“Cough—!”
Tan Yun staggered backward, coughing blood.
But in the next instant—
His eyes turned even more ferocious.
He surged forward again like a beast.
*CRACK!*
Two fingers of Hou Ye’s remaining hand were instantly severed as Tan Yun struck back with his sword.
“Get out!!”
Tan Yun grabbed Hou Ye’s shattered left ribs with one hand—
And tore them out violently.
“NO—!!”
Hou Ye let out a heart-wrenching scream as his body weakened instantly, like a punctured vessel losing all strength.
Yet even then—
He still drove his halberd forward, stabbing straight into Tan Yun’s chest.
“Scum… we die together!!”
*PFFT PFFT PFFT!!*
Tan Yun coughed up three mouthfuls of blood in succession. His chest was completely soaked in crimson.
For a moment, both of them were on the verge of collapse.
Hou Ye’s eyes were filled with madness and despair.
But what terrified him even more was—
Tan Yun had not fallen.
He was still standing.
Still moving.
Still killing.
At this moment, Tan Yun’s vision blurred from dizziness, but he forcibly bit down on his tongue.
Pain jolted his mind awake.
This was the best opportunity to kill Hou Ye.
And—
He would not let the Heaven-Slaying Demon Ape interfere.
This revenge…
He would take it himself.
For Song Hong.
For Mu Mengyi.
For Xue Ziyan.
For every debt of blood—
He would settle it with his own hands.
“Pfft!”
Tan Yun suddenly leaned forward.
He allowed the halberd to pierce straight through his chest—blood erupting from his back in a violent spray.
At the same time—
His right hand, still gripping the divine sword Jin Ni, moved without hesitation.
A streak of blood-colored sword light flashed.
*PFFT—!!*
The blade pierced directly into Hou Ye’s heart.
Hou Ye’s body stiffened violently.
“P…puff…”
He coughed out a mouthful of blood that splattered across Tan Yun’s face.
His eyes widened in disbelief as his life force rapidly faded.
“You… you madman… a complete madman…”
“If I hadn’t been so arrogant… I wouldn’t have lost… to you…”
Even on the brink of death, Hou Ye could not accept it.
A faint, cold smile appeared on Tan Yun’s blood-stained face.
“Regardless…”
“You’re the one dying.”
“Not me.”
“Tan Yun… you bastard—”
*PFFT!*
Before he could finish his curse, Tan Yun twisted his sword and drove it upward.
The blade pierced through Hou Ye’s mouth and exploded out the back of his neck.
Silence.
Hou Ye’s body went completely limp and crashed into the sea of blood below.
Dead.
Without a chance to breathe again.
“Hiss…”
Tan Yun inhaled sharply in pain.
With his left hand, he yanked the halberd out from his chest.
Blood poured out like a broken dam.
He casually stored the halberd into his Qiankun Ring.
Then—
He withdrew the Primordial God-Slaying Sword Formation.
The battlefield instantly returned to reality.
And the entire Immortal Valley fell into dead silence.
Tang Xinying, Shen Subing, Lu Yi…
All elders.
More than four hundred deacons.
Over ten thousand disciples.
Every single person stood frozen in place.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Their eyes were locked on one figure.
Tan Yun.
He stood there, leaning on his sword.
Refusing to fall.
His chest was pierced with two bloody holes.
Four ribs shattered.
His legs were covered in deep wounds that exposed bone.
A horrifying sword wound crossed his neck.
And beneath his feet—
Lay a mountain of corpses.
The final battlefield told everything without words.
Brutality.
Blood.
And a single man who refused to die.
Shen Subing’s lips trembled slightly.
Her eyes shimmered with faint tears.
Who said she had no disciples worth mentioning?
From today onward…
Who would dare call her lineage’s disciples ants?
Behind her, more than 3,800 disciples looked at Tan Yun with complex expressions.
Shock.
Admiration.
And a trace of fear.
He was their fellow disciple…
But also a monster they could never reach.
On the other side, Lu Yi’s faction of over ten thousand disciples remained silent in stunned disbelief.
If they hadn’t witnessed it themselves—
They would never believe that someone at the third level of Soul Refining Realm could slaughter so many opponents across multiple realms.
“Brother Tan!!”
Luo Fan’s voice broke the silence as he rushed forward in joy.
But—
“Stop.”
Lu Yi’s cold voice cut him off.
His face was dark as ink.
“The battle is not over yet.”
Then, he turned sharply.
“Five of you—move!”
The five surviving eighth-level Soul Refining Realm disciples hesitated for only a breath.
Then stepped forward.
Even though fear still lingered in their eyes…
They believed—
Tan Yun was already at his limit.
Just then—
“Enough.”
Shen Subing stepped forward, standing in front of Tan Yun.
Her voice was cold, but her body did not move.
“Who dares touch him?”
Lu Yi’s expression turned ferocious.
“Shen Subing!”
“He already agreed to fight eighty-nine people!”
“According to sect rules—no one can interfere!”
Han Yong immediately pointed at her.
“Elder of Merit! I am the Discipline Hall deacon!”
“Step aside!”
Shen Subing’s brows tightened.
Her gaze instinctively turned toward Tang Xinying.
Tang Xinying gave a slight nod.
Then stepped forward.
Her voice was calm, but absolute.
“Tan Yun is a genius of our alchemy lineage.”
“This battle ends here.”
“From this moment onward—I declare it terminated.”
Lu Yi’s eyes widened.
Han Yong’s face darkened instantly.
“We disagree!”
“Chief, you are violating sect rules in front of everyone!”
The pressure in the air turned suffocating.
Then—
A weak voice cut through everything.
“I… disagree.”
It was Tan Yun.
Still standing.
Still holding his sword.
Barely alive.
But his gaze was colder than ever.
He lifted his head slowly.
“This disciple…”
“will continue the fight.”