Published: February 24, 2025
Tan Yun and Ye Ling stood facing each other at a distance of ten zhang, not knowing when they had moved apart.
At this moment, Ye Ling's gaze was filled with shock, blood continuously oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his right palm was a bloody mess.
His entire right arm trembled violently, with streams of blood spraying from his tiger's mouth, dripping down the cracked skin of his fingers.
In contrast, Tan Yun stood steady, his expression calm but his eyes reflecting an intense determination. The surrounding air seemed to shimmer with a palpable tension, as if the very atmosphere was charged with their looming confrontation.
Both knew that this battle would determine their fates. Tan Yun took a deep breath, recalling the lessons learned and the hardships endured to reach this moment.
He tightened his grip around the handle of his Flying Sword, feeling a surge of energy coursing through him.
"Ye Ling," he called out, his voice steady despite the turmoil within, "are you ready to accept your defeat?"
Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, a fierce glare directed at Tan Yun. "Defeat? I will never accept defeat! This is where our paths diverge!"
The tension escalated as the two prepared for their final showdown, each determined to assert their strength and claim victory in this fateful duel.
As they began to unleash their powers, the very ground beneath them trembled, and the air crackled with energy.
With a flick of his wrist, Tan Yun initiated the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation, summoning a torrent of energy that surged forth like a raging tempest.
Ye Ling, not to be outdone, responded with a fierce strike of his own, channeling the essence of Wind and Thunder into his attack.
The forces collided, creating a shockwave that reverberated throughout the battlefield, sending debris flying and lighting up the sky with bursts of energy.
In that moment, both fighters were locked in a dance of power and skill, each trying to outmaneuver the other in a clash that would echo through the annals of their sect.
The final battle had begun, and neither was willing to back down.
Tan Yun, unscathed, looked at Ye Ling with a gaze that hinted at a mocking smile.
The hundreds of disciples under Elder Twelve, witnessing this scene, after regaining their senses, couldn't help but scream:
“Oh my God! Senior Brother Ye is actually injured!”
“How could this be? Who is this disposable disciple? He is merely at the seventh layer of the fetal soul realm, yet he can challenge at a higher level with such strength!”
“I, I... I understand now! He must be Tan Yun from the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden! That damned disciple who killed Senior Brother Li!”
“……”
Tan Yun paid no attention to their words. He fixed his gaze on Ye Ling, a cold light flashing in his star-like eyes as he taunted, “Since you just said that I'm garbage, fine, I not only admit I said it, but I’ll say it again!”
“Ye Ling, you have been praised as a genius by the disciples under Elder Twelve, but in my eyes, you are just garbage; oh, no, to be precise, you are even worse than garbage!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Ling's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, a surge of anger threatening to explode from his chest, “You arrogant little brat, since you are so full of yourself, I, Ye Ling, hereby challenge you to a death battle, do you dare to fight!”
“Do you dare to fight!” The four words carried the owner's fury, sweeping across the massive training ground for a radius of fifteen miles, like an invisible tide, stirring among the surrounding mountains, lingering for a long time.
At that moment, the male and female danmai disciples, totaling tens of thousands, simultaneously halted their steps. Upon hearing that Ye Ling had issued a death battle, they all stepped on their flying swords and shot towards the sound.
Tan Yun was unaware of Ye Ling's glorious past, but how could the others not know?
The entire Inner Sect had the Crouching Dragon Rankings, while the Danmai had the Dan Dao Battle Rankings.