Published: February 25, 2025
“I betrayed my teacher and killed your father? I…”
Xuan Yuan Rou interrupted fiercely, “You know very well what you did! The moment you stepped into the Primordial Chaos Divine Realm, you sealed your fate!”
Tan Yun's gaze was unwavering as he continued, “If I had a choice, I wouldn't have taken such drastic actions. But it was necessary for my survival!”
“Survival?” Xuan Yuan Rou sneered. “You think claiming my father's life is what makes you a survivor? You are nothing but a coward hiding behind your power!”
Tan Yun clenched his fists, his expression growing darker. “You don’t understand the situation. I did what I had to do!”
“Enough of your excuses!” she shouted, her eyes filled with fury. “You will pay for your crimes, Tan Yun! I will make sure of it!”
Tan Yun took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. “If you seek revenge, then come at me. But know that I won’t go down easily.”
“Ha! You think you can intimidate me?” Xuan Yuan Rou laughed bitterly, her determination only growing stronger.
With that, she summoned a brilliant light around her, her aura erupting like a raging storm. Tan Yun prepared himself, knowing that the battle between them was inevitable.
“Let’s settle this once and for all!” she declared, her eyes burning with resolve.
“Very well,” Tan Yun replied, a fierce glint in his eyes. “Let the best one win.”
Before Tan Yun could finish, Xuan Yuan Rou cut him off coldly, “You shameless scoundrel!”
“What evidence do you have? On what grounds do you slander my father, slander a benefactor you murdered?”
“You truly have no shame!”
Tan Yun struggled to suppress his anger and replied, “The evidence has already been destroyed by your father! He committed evil deeds, fearing the truth would be exposed, so he erased my memories…”
“Enough!” At this moment, Xuan Yuan Rou didn’t want to hear any explanation from Tan Yun. She thought of her deceased father and the countless spirit clan members killed by the heavenly clan army led by Tan Yun. Her anger was palpable!
Xuan Yuan Rou pointed her sword at Tuoba Yingying, “No matter what I say, your head will shatter, and you can’t resurrect. You are the vile heavenly clan, aiding the primeval supreme in the slaughter of my spirit clan army!”
When Tuoba Yingying tried to say something, Tan Yun gestured for her to stop, “You don’t need to say anything; she clearly doesn’t believe us!”
At this time, the completely disheveled Xuan Yuan Hao Kong looked at Tan Yun and asked, “Yun'er, what exactly are you all talking about?”
“Uncle, stop talking to him! If you continue like this, our ties will be severed!” Xuan Yuan Rou glared at Xuan Yuan Chang Feng and Xuan Yuan Ling Er, “Are you all deaf? Come here!”
“Oh.” Xuan Yuan Chang Feng and Xuan Yuan Ling Er had never seen Xuan Yuan Rou so furious before. Subconsciously responding, they took to the air from the golden dragon spirit lion's back and hovered beside Xuan Yuan Rou.
“Alas! What is going on here!” Xuan Yuan Hao Kong roared, joining Zhang Yizhong and Zhang Yihan to stand with Xuan Yuan Rou, “Rou'er, please tell me what’s going on!”
Xuan Yuan Rou shrugged her shoulders and cried, “Uncle, let me tell you a story, and you will understand.”
“A long time ago, a young man ascended to the heart of primordial chaos and became a disciple under the spirit clan patriarch, who was my father in my past life.”
“And that young man is Tan Yun. Although he looks different now, his name has changed, and his realm has dropped, I know Tan Yun is the primeval supreme!”
“At that time, when Tan Yun was not yet supreme, he was my father’s disciple and my junior. My father treated him like his own son, and even after learning that I had feelings for him, my father ultimately allowed our marriage.”
“But Uncle, do you know? Wuwu…” Xuan Yuan Rou cried uncontrollably, “On the eve of our wedding, he actually killed his benefactor, murdered my father, and then fled!”