Published: February 24, 2025
Tan Yun's words immediately stirred up waves of laughter and insults among the crowd.
“Hahaha, everyone hear that? This trash at the first level of fetal soul realm thinks he can wipe us out!”
“Tsk tsk, I’m scared to death! Tan Yun, if you’re so eager to kill me, come on, go ahead and do it… Gagaga!”
“……”
The sounds of humiliation resonated in his ears, but Tan Yun showed no signs of anger. On the contrary, his calm demeanor was terrifying.
In contrast, Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shi Yao were furious, holding their flying swords, ready to attack.
“Mengyi, Shiyao, there’s no need to get angry with a bunch of dying dogs.”
“I never intended to create more killing, I’ve already given them a chance. Since they’re looking for death themselves, they can’t blame me for being ruthless.”
Tan Yun’s emotionless voice echoed in the large clearing, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.
“Hahaha, Tan Yun, I really want to see what you can do, daring to be so arrogant!” Murong Kun sneered, suddenly shouting, “Everyone, listen up! Those at the third level of fetal soul realm, capture Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shi Yao alive! The rest of you, tear Tan Yun and Xue Ziyan apart!”
Just as Murong Kun’s more than eight hundred subordinates were about to move, Linghu Changkong shouted, “Wait a moment!”
“Linghu Changkong, what do you want?” Murong Kun’s expression changed, “What? Do you want to stop me?”
“Such a joke! I want to kill Tan Yun even more than you do. How could I stop you?” Linghu Changkong coldly stared at Murong Kun, “Last time, I lost to you nine thousand eight hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. If you have the guts, dare to bet with me again?”
“Bet? I’m not afraid of you!” Murong Kun sneered, “This time, I’ll decide the stakes. Let’s bet on which of our subordinates kills Tan Yun first! If I lose, I’ll give you one hundred million Low-Grade Spirit Stones. If you lose, you give me two hundred million!”
“Murong Kun, that’s not fair!” Linghu Changkong was extremely dissatisfied.
“It’s quite fair!” Murong Kun laughed, “Don’t forget, your subordinates number 1,030, while I only have 886. Moreover, you were the one who proposed the bet, so I’ll decide the terms. Of course, you can choose not to bet!”
“Fine, if I lose, I’ll give you one hundred fifty million. Is that acceptable?” Linghu Changkong’s voice was low.
“No!” Murong Kun’s tone was resolute, “If you want to bet, you bet. If not, then forget it. I have no time to waste words with you. Two hundred million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, not a single piece less!”
“Alright, I’ll give you that, I’ll bet!” Linghu Changkong said, sweeping a glance at his 1,030 subordinates, “Whoever kills Tan Yun will be rewarded with twenty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!”
Upon hearing this, everyone trembled with excitement, “Yes!”
Murong Kun glanced at Linghu Changkong with disdain and said loudly, “Whoever kills Tan Yun will be rewarded with forty million!”
“Thank you, Senior Brother Murong!” The 886 disciples’ voices shook the heavens. They stared at Tan Yun, who, at that moment, resembled a pile of white shiny Spirit Stones, waiting for them to claim!
“Kill!”
“Make sure to kill Tan Yun!”
As Murong Kun and Linghu Changkong gave the order, the 626 male and female disciples hovering in the sky leaped down from their flying swords, using spatial grasping to pull their flying swords into their hands, diving down towards Tan Yun with murderous intent!
As they dove, everyone held nothing back, and immediately in the darkening night, hundreds of sword auras of various attributes shot forth, accompanied by bursts of air, fiercely heading towards Tan Yun!
Some sword auras were entirely golden, powerful and domineering, a unique display of the power of gold possessed by Golden Fetal Soul cultivators!
Some sword auras were deep blue and chilling, a distinct representation of the water power held by Water Fetal Soul cultivators!