Published: February 24, 2025
"Sht! So strong!"
Tan Yun's expression was grave, filled with an impulse to curse. With all his strength, he executed the primordial divine step and rushed towards the Spirit Vessel that was six hundred zhang away in the void!
Tan Yun knew very well that if he did not escape at this moment, the forty-three disciples who had reached the great perfection of the fetal soul realm would definitely leave him without a trace!
“Whoosh!”
Just as Tan Yun's body below the neck entered the training room, a chilling sword aura slashed towards him from behind!
Tan Yun's hair stood on end; as he quickly lowered his head, he felt a cold sting at the back of his neck. The sword aura had sliced through the back of his neck, severing the hair that had been lifted up by his movement!
“Damn, that was close!”
After successfully escaping into the training room, the wall of the Spirit Vessel closed above him. He gasped for breath, and streams of blood spurted from the wound on the back of his neck.
If Tan Yun had been even a fraction slower in entering the training room, his head would have certainly been severed!
“Boom!”
“Bang bang bang…”
At that moment, forty-three masked disciples, stepping on flying swords, charged towards Tan Yun with murderous intent. As they waved their wrists, powerful sword and blade auras struck at the Spirit Vessel!
Although the Spirit Vessel was damaged, it was renowned for its high defensive capabilities as a Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon. Therefore, despite the shocking cracks visibly expanding at a speed noticeable by the naked eye, the Spirit Vessel did not immediately shatter!
“If this continues, the Spirit Vessel will be destroyed!”
As Tan Yun pondered, he maneuvered the Spirit Vessel to rush towards the sky amidst the overwhelming attacks, shaking off the forty-three masked disciples in the blink of an eye!
“Damn it! We were too careless!”
“Yeah! Who would have thought that a disposable disciple would be controlling a Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon Spirit Vessel!”
“What do we do now?”
The black cloth obscured everyone’s faces, making it impossible to discern their expressions. However, from their frantic tones, one could guess that their faces were extremely grim!
No one had expected that despite failing to kill Tan Yun, they had lost five fellow disciples who had reached the great perfection of the fetal soul realm!
Anger and frustration filled their hearts!
“What should we do? This brat has a Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon Spirit Vessel. We can’t catch up with him. What else can we do?”
The leader of the masked disciples said angrily, “I’m puzzled. The Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon Spirit Vessel is a flying magic treasure, priced at least five times that of other Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapons. Where on earth did this brat get it from?”
Setting aside his doubts, this person turned back, scanning the forty-two disciples with a sharp gaze. “Tan Yun will either go to the Beast Vein to find Mu Mengyi, or head to the Artifact Lineage to find Zhong Wu Shiyao, or go to the Five Soul Lineage to look for Xue Ziyan.”
“Besides those three places, he could head to the Fang City. But no matter where he goes, he will return to the Dan Lineage!”
At this point, the person’s eyes turned cold, and he commanded, “You all stay here and respond to any changes with immutability. I will immediately return to the Holy Spirit Lineage to find magic treasures that can deal with Tan Yun's Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon Spirit Vessel!”
“Yes, Senior Brother Song!” The disciples responded in unison as Song Qinglie leaped onto the Spirit Vessel, directing it swiftly towards the Holy Spirit Lineage…
The forty-two masked disciples of the Holy Spirit Lineage flew down into the void, hiding among the mountain ranges, focusing their attention and holding their breath.
At the same time, four hundred li to the east, atop a peak where no disciples resided, stood a tall and sturdy male disciple dressed in a brown robe, with a “Beast” character embroidered on his chest. He lightly closed his eyelids, standing still.