Published: February 24, 2025
When Linghu Changkong was less than ten meters above the ground, Tan Yun had already appeared above him, moving with lightning speed to grasp his left ankle.
Tan Yun swung Linghu Changkong around, spinning him overhead before forcefully smashing him into the ground!
"Tan Yun, please!"
“Bang!”
Dust filled the air, accompanied by a dull thud. Tan Yun smashed Linghu Changkong into the ground, creating a deep pit.
“Pfft!”
Linghu Changkong spat out a mouthful of blood, his body sprawled out on the ground, writhing in pain and moaning.
If it weren't for the spiritual power protecting him just moments ago, Tan Yun's blow would have nearly killed him.
“Rustle…”
Covered in blood, Tan Yun bent down to grab one of Linghu Changkong's legs, dragging the limp figure towards Murong Kun, who was a thousand feet away.
Linghu Changkong left a conspicuous trail of blood behind him as he was dragged along…
The more than eight hundred disciples under the Seed of Time and Space Sacred Tower saw Tan Yun approaching, their eyes filled with deep fear. They hurriedly retreated to the sides, clearing a path for Tan Yun.
Tan Yun dragged Linghu Changkong impassively, slowly weaving through the crowd.
“Please save me… I'm the great-grandson of the chief elder of the Inner Sect Holy Spirit Lineage. If you rescue me, my ancestor will surely reward you heavily…”
Linghu Changkong cried out weakly to the disciples as he was dragged along.
However, everyone looked at Tan Yun's back, and no one dared to speak.
Are you kidding? In everyone's minds, Tan Yun was like a god of death, having just obliterated nearly two thousand people. The bloody scene lingered vividly in their minds, and Tan Yun's merciless demeanor was all too real. Who would dare to rescue him?
Thus, Tan Yun moved through the crowd without resistance, tossing Linghu Changkong beside Murong Kun, and then disengaged from Murong Kun's control.
The moment Murong Kun regained his senses, he felt a sharp pain in his legs. When he discovered he had lost both legs, he let out a deafening scream, “Ah! My legs… my legs!”
“Bang!”
Tan Yun towered over him, stepping on Murong Kun's face, making it impossible for him to close his mouth, forcing him to emit muffled sounds.
Tan Yun looked down at Murong Kun with piercing eyes, his voice laced with endless hatred, “Murong Kun, it’s time for us to settle this.”
“At first, when Mengyi and I were on our way back to the sect, I had no enmity with you, but you wanted to kill me to silence me. I had no choice but to jump off the crane's back with Mengyi. If it weren't for my strong physique, I would have already fallen to my death in the mountains.”
“Later, you sent people repeatedly to try to kill me. If it weren't for my good fortune, I would have died long ago in the Fierce Valley Cold Pool.”
At this point, Tan Yun's right foot left Murong Kun's cheek, and he suddenly shouted, “Murong Kun, ask yourself, when have I ever taken the initiative to provoke you!”
Enduring the pain of his two broken legs, Murong Kun looked up at Tan Yun with a pleading gaze, “Tan Yun, I'm sorry, it’s all my fault. You never provoked me; it was I who was blind and chose to be your enemy…”
“If it weren't for my good fortune, I would have been killed by you several times already!” Tan Yun's face turned cold, “And Mengyi is my woman, yet you’ve been plotting against her!”
“Shiyao is my friend, and you conspired with Liu Rulong to try to lay hands on her! You damn beast!”
With that, Tan Yun suddenly stomped down hard, shattering Murong Kun's lower body!
“Ah!” Murong Kun let out a horrifying scream, curling his body, his features contorted in agony as he rolled on the ground, “Tan Yun, you’re right, I am a damned beast. I truly realize my mistake now. Please, don’t kill me! From now on, I will do whatever you say!”
“Since you’ve admitted you’re damned, I’ll grant you your wish!” Tan Yun's right hand suddenly stretched out, and a Low-grade Spiritual Phase Flying Sword appeared out of thin air, ready to chop down at Murong Kun's neck!