The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Or… Did he truly possess the confidence to kill the remaining five eighth-level Soul Refining Realm disciples? Shen Subing and Tang Xinying had already risked breaking sect rules just to save him— Yet he still insisted on fighting. “All of you…” “Will be buried with Brother Song!!” “Primordial Divine Steps!!” “Primordial Flame!!” “Primordial Ice Flame!!” Covered in blood from head to toe, Tan Yun seemed to have long forgotten what pain felt like.
--Translated by likesnovel--
Tan Yun’s words stunned everyone present.
Tang Xinying froze.
Shen Subing froze.
Even the thousands of disciples and deacons around them stared at Tan Yun in disbelief, wondering if they had heard wrong.
He was already injured to this extent—
Yet he still wanted to fight?
Was hatred driving him insane?
Or…
Did he truly possess the confidence to kill the remaining five eighth-level Soul Refining Realm disciples?
“Tan Yun…”
Shen Subing suddenly turned around, her beautiful eyes filled with deep concern.
“Are you certain?”
Tang Xinying also looked toward Tan Yun with a complicated gaze.
Meanwhile, Lu Yi, Han Yong, the elders, and all the deacons sneered inwardly.
In their eyes—
Tan Yun was simply seeking death.
Even the disciples under Lu Yi believed Tan Yun had completely lost his mind.
Shen Subing and Tang Xinying had already risked breaking sect rules just to save him—
Yet he still insisted on fighting.
Madness.
Pure madness.
However—
Among Shen Subing’s 3,800 disciples, another emotion slowly ignited.
Though they did not want Tan Yun to risk his life again…
Deep inside—
They wanted him to fight.
They wanted him to win.
They wanted him to avenge the fallen disciples and prove to the entire Immortal Sect that Shen Subing’s lineage was not weak!
That among them—
There were also monstrous geniuses capable of fighting across realms!
Tan Yun slowly lifted his head.
His gaze swept across the crowd of fellow disciples.
He saw their worry.
Their expectation.
Their hope.
Then he looked toward Shen Subing and spoke slowly, word by word.
“This disciple…”
“will fight.”
Shen Subing’s brows tightened.
“How confident are you?”
Tan Yun’s blood-covered face showed no hesitation.
“Whether I have confidence or not…”
“I must kill them.”
“For revenge.”
His voice was weak—
Yet incomparably firm.
Silence followed.
A few breaths later, Shen Subing slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Fine.”
“This elder will trust you one more time.”
After speaking, she turned toward Tang Xinying.
“Chief.”
“Since Tan Yun insists on fighting…”
“Then let him fight.”
Tang Xinying nodded slowly, but confusion remained in her heart.
Where exactly did Tan Yun’s confidence come from?
He was already at death’s door.
Yet—
His eyes still burned with terrifying battle intent.
“Be careful,” Shen Subing said softly before retreating beside Tang Xinying.
At that moment—
The five surviving disciples finally moved.
“Tan Yun!”
“You beast!”
“We’ll avenge Senior Brother Hou and the others!”
“That’s right! Kill him!”
The five disciples exchanged glances.
Then—
“Attack together!”
“Kill him!!”
*WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—!*
Their figures exploded forward like fierce beasts.
In an instant, they surrounded Tan Yun from every direction.
Four of them unleashed sword attacks simultaneously.
Metal.
Water.
And two wind attributes.
Sharp sword beams tore through the air toward Tan Yun with overwhelming killing intent.
Meanwhile—
The final disciple rapidly formed seals.
Brown earth-attributed spiritual energy erupted wildly from his body, blotting out the sky.
In the heavens above—
A massive mountain three hundred zhang tall condensed instantly.
*BUZZ—!!*
The giant mountain crashed downward toward Tan Yun like the collapse of heaven itself.
Clearly—
The five had learned their lesson.
They knew they absolutely could not engage Tan Yun in close combat.
They intended to exhaust him through relentless long-range attacks.
Their strategy was correct.
Their judgment was correct.
But—
They overlooked one thing.
They underestimated Tan Yun’s hatred.
And they underestimated—
His determination to kill.
At that moment, Song Hong’s death flashed through Tan Yun’s mind.
Mu Mengyi’s injuries.
Xue Ziyan’s unconscious body.
The trembling Tan Yun suddenly raised his head—
And let out a furious roar that shook the entire Immortal Valley.
“All of you…”
“Will be buried with Brother Song!!”
“Primordial Divine Steps!!”
“Primordial Flame!!”
“Primordial Ice Flame!!”
Covered in blood from head to toe, Tan Yun seemed to have long forgotten what pain felt like.
He drew a deep breath, and in the next instant, his body blurred into motion!
Using the Primordial Divine Steps, he narrowly avoided the 4 incoming sword beams. His figure split into several bloody afterimages as he appeared before the 4 disciples like a ghost!
The Primordial Ice Flame erupting from his left palm instantly engulfed one disciple.
The disciple did not even have time to scream before his entire body froze into an ice sculpture within the pale-blue flames!
Then—
“Crack!”
The human-shaped ice statue shattered into countless fragments, turning into icy dust that scattered through the air!
“Fourth Elder, save me—!”
A miserable scream echoed out.
Another disciple was swallowed whole by the Primordial Flame surging from Tan Yun’s right palm. The disciple frantically activated his spiritual energy to resist, but it was completely useless.
In the blink of an eye, he was burned into ashes!
“N-No…!”
“Crack!”
The 3rd disciple’s desperate howl abruptly stopped.
Tan Yun’s left hand smashed straight through his chest, shattering his ribs instantly as blood mist exploded outward together with fragments of flesh!
At the same moment, when Tan Yun appeared before the 4th disciple, the disciple’s Qiankun Ring flashed brightly.
With a ferocious roar, he shouted,
“DIE!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!”
Countless black needles burst forth like a torrential storm, raining toward Tan Yun!
“Tan Yun, be careful! They’re poison needles!”
Shen Subing’s expression changed drastically as she glared at the disciple furiously.
“Despicable!”
Those thousands of needles were all top-grade spiritual artifacts.
Although their rank was not high, every single one contained deadly poison!
The disciple was absolutely certain—
As long as even 1 needle pierced Tan Yun’s body, he would die instantly from the toxin!
However…
What happened next completely stunned everyone present!
“Puff puff puff—!”
Hundreds of poison needles pierced into Tan Yun’s body.
His already blood-soaked figure trembled violently, and his skin rapidly turned pitch-black from the poison spreading through his veins.
Yet—
He did not die.
How could they possibly know?
Tan Yun’s body had long been tempered by the Primordial Divine Liquid. He was immune to all poisons!
Although his body appeared terrifyingly blackened, the poison had absolutely no effect on him!
“Die!”
Tan Yun suddenly shook his body violently.
In the next instant, the hundreds of poison needles lodged inside him exploded outward and shot back toward the disciple at terrifying speed!
“No—!”
The disciple let out a shrill scream.
The needles pierced deep into his body. Black veins instantly spread across his skin as foam poured from his mouth.
He died on the spot!
“BOOM!”
At that exact moment, the gigantic mountain condensed from earth-attributed spiritual power came crashing down violently onto Tan Yun!
The mountain collapsed completely, burying him beneath countless boulders!
“Brother Tan!”
“Junior Brother Tan—!”
Luo Fan and the more than 3,800 disciples behind Shen Subing cried out in alarm.
Some turned pale in fear.
Some clenched their fists in grief.
Dust filled the sky, completely obscuring everyone’s vision.
Within the thick cloud of debris, the final surviving disciple gripped his sword tightly and rushed inside cautiously, yet with excitement written all over his face.
“Hahaha!”
“Let’s see how you survive this time!”
Then—
A weak yet incomparably resolute voice suddenly echoed from within the ruins.
“I won’t die… until all of you are buried with them!”
“BOOM BOOM BOOM—!”
The collapsed mountain suddenly exploded apart!
Amid the flying rubble, Tan Yun staggered out step by step.
His body was covered in horrifying wounds.
Blood poured endlessly from his injuries.
Yet the divine sword Jin Ni in his hand still shone with terrifying sharpness!
With a single slash—
The last disciple’s legs were severed instantly!
“AHHHHH—!”
The scream stopped abruptly.
Under everyone’s horrified gaze, Tan Yun grabbed the legless disciple by the throat with one hand and dragged him out from the dust-filled battlefield.
The disciple’s face was purple from suffocation.
His eyes were filled with terror and desperation as he looked pleadingly toward Lu Yi.
His trembling lips silently mouthed:
“Fourth Elder… save me…”
Lu Yi’s face twisted in fury.
He desperately wanted to intervene—
But he couldn’t.
At this moment, his anger had already reached its peak!
He never imagined that even after Tan Yun had been pushed to such a miserable state, his 5 disciples still failed to kill him!
Under the countless gazes fixed upon him, Tan Yun dragged the disciple forward while trembling violently from exhaustion.
Step by step…
He walked toward Song Hong’s corpse.
A tear slowly slid down Tan Yun’s blood-covered face.
“Brother Song…”
“I’ve avenged you…”
“And all the fallen senior brothers and sisters…”
“May all of you rest in peace.”
“Crack!”
Before his words even finished, Tan Yun twisted his hand violently and snapped the disciple’s neck on the spot!
Then he casually tossed the corpse aside like garbage!