Published: February 26, 2025
Tan Yun waved his hand and began collecting the ancestral emperor flesh from the Ancient Gladiator Arena.
His audacity and confidence left Huyan Yingfeng, Zhao Feiying, and Changsun Han seething with rage.
“You're simply asking for death, Tan Yun!” Zhao Feiying yelled, her eyes blazing with anger as she prepared to strike.
Tan Yun chuckled lightly, unfazed by their threats. “Come at me if you dare! I’m ready for you!”
With a swift movement, he activated the primordial divine step, his figure blurring as he dodged the incoming attacks.
The sword aura around him flickered like lightning, radiating an overwhelming presence that made the others hesitate.
“Is that all you've got?” he taunted, a smug grin on his face, which only fueled their fury even further.
As he gathered more of the ancestral emperor flesh, the atmosphere turned tense, and the battle raged on, each side determined to claim victory.
After putting away these Ancestral Rings, every time Zhao Feiying or Changsun Han killed a fellow disciple, Tan Yun would pick up an Ancestral Ring.
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Half an hour later, panting heavily, Zhao Feiying and Changsun Han had wiped out all the disciples surrounding them.
At this time, inside the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation, besides the seventh princess hiding in Fang Sheng Hall, only Tan Yun, Huyan Yingfeng, Zhao Feiying, and Changsun Han remained.
“Ying'er, you rest first. I'll deal with him,” Changsun Han said. “Killing him will be a piece of cake.”
“Hmm.” Zhao Feiying gazed affectionately at Changsun Han and nodded.
Changsun Han stepped forward and gently kissed Zhao Feiying before suddenly turning around, pointing his sword at Tan Yun. “You’ve caused the death of so many of my fellow disciples; killing you a hundred times wouldn’t be enough!”
Faced with this accusation, a sly and ruthless glint flashed in Tan Yun's eyes. He thought to himself, “I must catch them off guard and, at the cost of consuming time for reversal, eliminate the slightly weaker Zhao Feiying first. Then, I will deal with Changsun Han with all my strength!”
“If I don't eliminate Zhao Feiying, with both of them attacking me, I might really die today.”
With his mind made up, Tan Yun glared at Changsun Han and said sternly, “Your Elysium Sect only has three billion people, yet you cruelly slaughtered my ten billion divine soldiers!”
“This debt, I will make the entire Elysium Sect pay for it!”
“Come on, let’s fight to the death!”
Tan Yun bellowed. Just as Zhao Feiying and Changsun Han thought Tan Yun was prepared for a life-and-death struggle, the next scene left both of them stunned.
Tan Yun suddenly dispelled the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation, appearing as if he had no time to collect the eleven primordial chaos divine swords scattered around the Ancient Gladiator Arena. He performed the primordial divine step and dashed toward the fiery corridor!
Huyan Yingfeng quickly shouted, “He knows he isn’t your opponent; he wants to escape! Hurry, chase after him!”
“Whoosh!”
After Tan Yun flew into the fiery corridor, he gripped the primordial chaos god-slaying sword and desperately continued fleeing in mid-air!
“Young master, don’t worry; he won’t escape!”
The closest to the corridor, Zhao Feiying unleashed a torrent of wind and the power of the thunder ancestor. Her skirt fluttered, her hair flew, and clutching the Divine Sword, she was the first to fly into the corridor, pursuing Tan Yun.
Changsun Han followed closely behind.
Zhao Feiying’s speed was not in the slightest slower than Changsun Han, being at least three times faster than Tan Yun.
In a battle between strong opponents, a speed that is three times faster, even if it’s just thirty percent faster, spells disaster for the slower one!
Thus, in Zhao Feiying's mind, with such a speed, killing Tan Yun was like taking candy from a baby.
Feigning a desperate escape, Tan Yun called out without looking back, “Don’t chase me! Tell me, what do I have to do for you to let me go?”