Published: February 26, 2025
Huyan Yingfeng wore a fierce smile, muttering to himself, âTan Yun, you dog bastard, you killed so many disciples of my sect and dared to save the seventh princess, ruining this young master's good plans. Later, I will ensure that you suffer a thousand cuts!â
He was even fantasizing about how the two would take revenge on Tan Yun after capturing him.
âRustleââ
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from behind. Huyan Yingfeng thought it was Changsun Han and Zhao Feiying returning, and he laughed loudly while turning around to look down the corridor.
When he saw Tan Yun and the seventh princess stepping out of the passage with a murderous intent, his smile froze on his face.
âWhat? Are you disappointed to see that Iâm not dead?â Tan Yun sneered, walking step by step toward Huyan Yingfeng, with each step intensifying the killing intent.
Scenes of more than ninety thousand years ago flooded his mind, where his subordinates were brutally killed as sacrifices by the Elysium Sect, causing Tan Yun's eyes to gradually turn red with tears.
âYou... how could you be fine...â A sense of ominous premonition surged in Huyan Yingfeng's heart, and his face turned pale. He trembled all over, beads of sweat continuously dripping from his forehead.
He shouted hoarsely toward the corridor, âChangsun Han, Zhao Feiying, come quickly!â
âCome and protect me!â
He shouted until his throat was hoarse, but still no one responded.
âYou scum, stop shouting!â After the seventh princess stepped out of the corridor, she said coldly, âThose two have already been killed by Tan Yun.â
âThey were killed? No... impossible!â Huyan Yingfeng shook his head violently, looking at Tan Yun in fear. âChangsun Han is the second core disciple of our sect, and his partner Zhao Feiying is ranked fourth in strength.â
âWith the two of them working together, even a fifth-layer ancestral sage realm powerhouse would end up in regret. You... you are only at the ninth layer of the ancestral emperor realm. How could you possibly be their match?â
âImpossible, this is absolutely impossible!â
Tan Yun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red as his handsome features twisted with hatred. âWhether you believe it or not is not important. What matters is that today you will call for the heavens, and they wonât respond; call for the earth, and it will not heed your call!â
âTan Yun... donât kill me... donât kill me...â Huyan Yingfeng trembled, retreating repeatedly as Tan Yun pressed closer.
During his retreat, Huyan Yingfeng was terrified out of his wits.
âIf I donât kill you, how will I explain to my deceased subordinates?â Tan Yunâs eyes were red, glistening with tears, âYou ruthlessly killed my hundred billion subordinates just to bring your father back to life!â
âDo you still dare to hope that I wonât kill you?â
âPrimordial divine step!â
Furious, Tan Yun employed the primordial divine step, flashing toward Huyan Yingfeng.
âTan Yun, you beast! I tell you, even if I die, I wonât let you take action!â
Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Huyan Yingfeng's ancestral power surged within him as he turned to flee into the pit.
He knew that if he fell into Tan Yun's hands, his fate would surely be a tragic death. It would be better to dive into the sea of fire within the pit and die quickly.
The wish was beautiful, but Tan Yun was destined to turn Huyan Yingfeng's wish into a mere illusion.
âWhoosh!â
In the blink of an eye, Tan Yun caught up with Huyan Yingfeng, kicking him in the right knee while in mid-air.
âCrack!â
âAah!â
The sound of bone cracking was swallowed by Huyan Yingfeng's miserable scream, and amidst the dispersing blood mist, his right knee shattered, and his body tumbled down to the edge of the Ancient Colosseum.
âWhoosh!â
Tan Yun landed in front of Huyan Yingfeng, presenting the primordial chaos god-slaying sword, severing his left leg with a spray of blood.
âDamn... Tan Yun, you bastard...â Huyan Yingfeng's curse was suddenly cut off as Tan Yun thrust the sword into his mouth, twisting it with his right hand, shattering his tongue and teeth.