Published: February 24, 2025
They were not fools; from the speed at which Tan Yun had just struck, they realized they were not a match for this disposable disciple in front of them!
Initially thinking they had come across a soft persimmon they could easily squash, they never expected to kick a steel plate instead!
"Y-you... who exactly are you..."
"Smack!"
"Let you go?" Tan Yun delivered another slap, leaving the youth's left cheek nearly unrecognizable!
Tan Yun spoke slowly, each word heavy: "Listen well, I am exactly the lowly trash you mentioned. Now I will let you know that you are even less than that!"
With his left hand gripping the brocade-robed youth, Tan Yun swung his right hand, delivering slap after slap. After ten slaps, the youth, now howling in pain, was left bleeding from his ears, nose, and eyes, resembling a swollen pig’s head!
With a loud crash, Tan Yun slammed the brocade-robed youth hard onto the ground. His internal organs shook violently, and he coughed up a blood arrow, rolling and wailing on the ground!
The scene of Tan Yun furiously beating the eleven people immediately drew the attention of everyone in the training ground. The crowd began to murmur and gather around Tan Yun:
"Did I see that wrong? Pang He was actually beaten by a disposable disciple!"
"Let's hurry over and take a look!"
"This disposable disciple must be bold! Who is Pang He? He’s the nephew of Elder Three!"
"This disposable is finished! Just wait, once Elder Three finds out about this, he will either die or suffer greatly!"
Amidst the sneers, mockeries, and incredulous chatter, hundreds of Danmai disciples surrounded Tan Yun.
Tan Yun paid no attention to the taunts. He stepped on Pang He’s chest and spat on his face. Then, with a sharp gaze, he looked around at the ten people with broken noses and bloody mouths, his calm tone strikingly powerful in that moment:
"Listen carefully!"
"The disposables work hard for the sect, sweating and laboring under the scorching sun to mine Spirit Stones. If it weren't for them, where would you get the Spirit Stones in your hands?"
"The Spirit Mountain Herb Garden's disposables diligently cultivate spiritual herbs. Without them, how would you refine pills?"
"You use the Spirit Stones mined by the disposables and the spiritual herbs nurtured by them to refine pills, yet now you shamelessly insult the disposable disciples and deny them any human rights!"
"I'm telling you, saying you are beasts is being lenient, because you are worse than beasts!"
Stepping on the brocade-robed youth, a smile appeared at the corner of Tan Yun's mouth. "Pang He, do you think what I said is right or wrong?"
Hearing this, Pang He hesitated. In the past, with his status, few Danmai disciples dared to provoke him. He knew that if he admitted it now, his hard-earned reputation would vanish, and he would become a laughingstock!
The key point!
He was the nephew of Elder Three; he couldn't afford to lose this face!
"Still hesitating? Fine, I'll give you time to think about it." Tan Yun’s gaze turned icy, his tone freezing, "But there is only one final outcome; you must apologize to the disposable disciples!"
"Crack!"
"No!"
The clear sound of bones cracking mixed with a scream as Tan Yun crushed Pang He’s left arm!
"Ah! Tan Yun, I curse your ancestors!" Pang He screamed in despair, "You are just a lowly disposable! If you have the guts, kill me!"
"That’s right, I do want to kill you, but if I do, I will violate sect rules and be executed." Tan Yun grinned like a devil. "So, what? Do you want to trade your worthless life for mine?"
"My life is precious!" Tan Yun’s voice echoed powerfully, "Apologize! Apologize to the disposable disciples you humiliated!"
As he spoke, Tan Yun stepped down forcefully on Pang He’s right arm!
"Crack!"
The broken arm burst apart, the severed limb flying from Pang He's body, drenched in blood.
"Ah!" A chilling scream erupted from Pang He's mouth. The thousands of ninth-layer fetal soul realm disciples watching felt a chill run down their spines at Tan Yun's mercilessness.