Published: February 26, 2025
Tan Yun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing unmasked killing intent. “I am the Holy Son of the Heavenly Gate Divine Palace. Do you really dare to kill me?”
“Pah!” Zhao Yan Ting sneered, “So what if you’re the Holy Son? Our Vice Palace Master Chu wants you dead, and you will die regardless!”
“Tan Yun, don’t blame me for being heartless,” Zhao Yan Ting continued, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.
Zhao Yan Ting paused, then spoke to a disciple beside him, who was at the great perfection of the ancestral emperor realm. “Kill him, then we’ll split the treasures on him.”
“Understood, Senior Brother Zhao!” The disciple responded eagerly, cracking his knuckles as he walked towards Tan Yun.
“That person is called Senior Brother Zhao. Could it be that this is Zhao Yan Ting?” Tan Yun’s heart shuddered as he lay on the ground.
He remembered Dao Kun saying that Zhao Yan Ting had won the elite disciples' competition. Although he was at great perfection of the ancestral emperor realm, he had the strength to challenge core disciples at the eighth layer of the ancestral emperor realm.
The disciple came before Tan Yun, looking down at him while laughing, “Tan Holy Son, you’re so heavily injured now. You must be in pain, right?”
“Don’t be afraid; this pain will soon disappear. I’ll give you a quick end, and after you die, your suffering will vanish.”
“Die!”
The disciple suddenly lifted his right foot and stomped down towards Tan Yun's head!
“Bang!”
Tan Yun, with his bloodied right hand, slammed his skeletal hand against the ground. His blood-soaked body arched through the air and swiftly appeared a hundred feet above.
The disciple hadn’t expected to miss with his kick. Just as he was about to attack Tan Yun again, he suddenly sensed an extremely rich life force enveloping him.
When he looked up, he saw a pure white light sphere appearing above Tan Yun’s head.
As the light sphere shattered, streams of rich and powerful life essence in the form of luminous liquid enveloped Tan Yun.
Tan Yun’s bones were filled with blood, and flesh regenerated instantly, returning him to his pristine state.
“Kill!”
Before the disciple could act, Tan Yun activated the primordial divine step and descended first.
“How can your speed be so fast! Senior Brother Zhao, save me…”
The disciple’s terrified scream was abruptly cut off as Tan Yun appeared above him. The primordial power erupted from his right foot, shattering the disciple's skull.
“Crack, bang!”
The disciple’s skull shattered, and his soul was extinguished.
“Whoosh!” Then, Tan Yun elegantly landed on the ground, staring at Zhao Yan Ting.
At that moment, Zhao Yan Ting seemed to realize something, looking at Tan Yun with a shocked expression. “If I’m not mistaken, the divine ability you just used was the Source of Light.”
“No wonder your ability to challenge beyond your level is so powerful; it turns out you are of the Immortal Ancient Divine Race!”
Upon hearing this, the eight elite disciples at great perfection of the ancestral emperor realm beside Zhao Yan Ting looked at Tan Yun in shock.
They knew that the Immortal Ancient Divine Race had long been exterminated, yet they never expected Tan Yun to be a member of it.
Tan Yun ignored them and fixed his gaze on Zhao Yan Ting. “You’re the strongest among the palace's elite disciples, Zhao Yan Ting, right?”
“That's right, it’s me.” Zhao Yan Ting’s eyes were cold, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Tan Yun, I admit your ability to challenge beyond your level is impressive, but you’re only at the first layer of the ancestral emperor realm. You have only one path before you: death.”
“Are you going to do it yourself, or shall I handle it for you?”
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun looked at Zhao Yan Ting as if he were a fool. “Many have tried to kill me, yet I’m still doing just fine. What makes you think you can act so arrogantly in front of me?”
Hearing Tan Yun’s words, Zhao Yan Ting was nearly enraged, directing his fury at the eight disciples beside him. “What are you waiting for? Go and kill him!”