Published: February 24, 2025
“Are you scared now?” Tan Yun stepped on his Flying Sword, hovering outside the Ice Mountain, mocking, “Do you want to beg for mercy?”
In the icy peak, Duan Zhen blinked his eyes with difficulty.
In an instant, the power of the frosty south mountain talisman vanished, and the thousand-foot tall ice peak was suddenly covered with immense…
“Whoosh!”
Tan Yun stepped on his Flying Sword and shot into the falling ice fragments, grabbing Duan Zhen, whose bones were shattered and body limp, before controlling the sword to land on a summit, casually tossing Duan Zhen onto the ground.
“Tan Yun… please don’t kill me…” Duan Zhen, covered in blood, squirmed his body, weakly pleading for mercy, “I know I was wrong… I really know I was wrong. It was Elder Twelve who arranged for me to kill you after learning that you killed Ye Ling… I was forced into this.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you were forced or not, and it doesn’t matter if Elder Twelve sent you to kill me,” Tan Yun said, a devilish smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “What’s important is that you will die today, and Lu Wu will die sooner or later.”
As he spoke, Tan Yun crouched down and removed the Qiankun Ring from Duan Zhen's finger, storing it away.
“Tan Yun, please don’t kill me…” Duan Zhen, desperate to save his life, pleaded, “I know you want to deal with Elder Twelve, I can help you with that!”
“Bring me to the chief right now. I’ll testify that Lu Wu sent me to kill you. Also… I suspect it was Lu Wu who ordered Li Ziquan to poison the Revival Jade Grass.”
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun scoffed, “You are the most shameless little man I have ever seen. Lu Wu wants to kill, but unfortunately, he doesn’t need you.”
“As for why the Revival Jade Grass died and who instructed Li Ziquan, I know better than you. You, a traitorous dog, disgust me. If it weren’t for my sword formation, I would have been killed by the Ye Ling you sent out eighteen days ago!”
Duan Zhen, still unwilling to give up, begged for mercy, “Tan Yun, I don’t want to die yet. Please spare me, I have elderly family members waiting for me to take care of them… sob, I beg you!”
“Go to hell!” Tan Yun sneered continuously, raising his foot to crush Duan Zhen's face. “When you wanted to kill me, did you think of my family? My elderly grandfather? Now you use the elderly to feign pity in front of me! Damn you!”
“Tan Yun… no…”
Duan Zhen’s terrified scream suddenly cut off as Tan Yun expressionlessly crushed his skull!
Taking a deep breath, Tan Yun coldly gazed towards the direction of the Danmai, declaring with conviction, “Lu Wu, whether it takes a year or half a year, that will be your death date!”
As soon as his voice fell, Tan Yun summoned a Low-Grade Treasure Vessel and, leaping onto it, looked towards a mist-covered peak across from him, his gaze cold and fierce. “Since I’ve watched the good show enough, will you come out on your own, or should I invite you out?”
Long before Tan Yun summoned the frosty south mountain talisman to deal with Duan Zhen, he had sensed the aura of two great perfection of the fetal soul realm, spying on him with their spiritual sense!
After Tan Yun spoke, there was a long silence with no response. The strong winds blew, rustling the branches and leaves on the peak opposite, seeming to indicate no one was there.
“Since you’re not coming out, then I’ll invite you!”
With a loud shout, Tan Yun maneuvered the spirit vessel like a bolt of dark lightning, shooting toward the peak five miles away!
“Damn… he really found us! If he can kill the steward of Danmai, we need to escape!”
Suddenly, panicked voices echoed into the sky, as three disciples dressed in Holy Spirit Lineage attire, standing on the peak, stepped onto their Flying Swords and fled in panic!
However, how could their speed match that of the Low-Grade Treasure Vessel?
“Die!”
Tan Yun's expression was indifferent as the swiftly flying spirit vessel transformed into a massive black beam, catching up to the three in an instant, engulfed in blood mist as one was crushed!