Published: February 24, 2025
As this person spoke tremulously, in the last row, Tan Yun's lips slightly moved.
A weak voice, almost inaudible, reached the ears of Mu Mengyi, Zhong Wu Shiyao, Xue Ziyan, and Rongrong beside him, carrying an undeniable tone:
"In a moment, you mustn't make a sound. Just pretend you don't know me. If you truly have my best interests at heart, listen to me. If you hear anything, just nod your head; there's no need to reply, lest you attract the attention of the holy spirit path practitioner."
After Tan Yun finished speaking, he caught Mu Mengyi and the others nodding from the corner of his eye, and he finally let out a sigh of relief.
At that moment, when the holy spirit path practitioner heard that his great-grandson, Linghu Changkong, did not die at the hands of a demon beast but was murdered by someone, his rage erupted instantly!
"Who is Tan Yun? Get out here, you little bastard!" The holy spirit path practitioner's roar was like thunder, shaking over a hundred thousand disciples, causing their eardrums to ache.
In the hearts of all the disciples, Tan Yun had not yet entered the Inner Sect, and his prospects were grim. Today, it seemed he was doomed.
Everyone's gaze fixated on Tan Yun.
Taking a deep breath, Tan Yun slowly lifted his head, facing the enraged holy spirit path practitioner, and said in a calm yet assertive tone, "Disciple Tan Yun, may I ask what the chief seeks from me?"
"You little thing, you killed my great-grandson, and you dare act confused! Do you think I am asking you for something polite?" The holy spirit path practitioner's fury was palpable as he looked at Tan Yun.
In a fit of rage, the holy spirit path practitioner suddenly reached out with his dry right hand, distantly grasping at Tan Yun. In an instant, spiritual power surged on the Battle Rankings Platform, transforming into a giant spiritual power palm that captured Tan Yun within its grasp!
The speed was so fast that Tan Yun had no time to react and was taken into the air by the giant palm, eventually hovering in front of the holy spirit path practitioner.
"You audacious little brat, you dare to kill the only bloodline of my Linghu family!"
The holy spirit path practitioner suppressed his impulse to crush Tan Yun, his features twisted in rage, "Answer me, do you not know that Changkong is my great-grandson?"
The holy spirit path practitioner did not want Tan Yun to die too easily. He wanted Tan Yun to suffer torment before dying!
As the holy spirit path practitioner's roar echoed, the giant spiritual power palm slowly tightened its grip, and soon, only the head of Tan Yun remained visible within the palm. The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed, and blood sprayed from Tan Yun's nostrils.
At the same time, blood dripped from Tan Yun's mouth, ears, and eyes, splattering on the platform, creating a series of blood flowers.
If it weren't for the fact that Tan Yun's physical body was as tough as a Top-Grade Spirit Artifact, the holy spirit path practitioner could have snapped all his bones with a mere squeeze!
From the moment Tan Yun was taken by the giant spiritual power palm until he bled from all seven orifices, it was nearly instantaneous.
Mu Mengyi, Zhong Wu Shiyao, and the others, realizing what was happening, looked at Tan Yun’s pitiful state, tears welling in their beautiful eyes.
Xue Ziyan felt the same.
They wanted to rush out and speak for Tan Yun, but remembering his repeated warnings, they ultimately held back their heartache and stayed put.
Shen Qingqiu clenched his fists, casting a respectful glance at the Danmai chief, Bing Qing Daoist, who was seated, as if he had made a decision. Just then, Tan Yun finally spoke.
His first sentence caused everyone's expression to change drastically!
With blood continuously oozing from his seven orifices, Tan Yun, with blood-filled eyes, glared fiercely at the holy spirit path practitioner. A twisted smile appeared on his handsome yet contorted face as he coldly declared, "I am a person of the ancestor master; who do you think you are to kill me!"