Published: February 26, 2025
No matter how he thought about it, he had comprehended the Four Arts Insights and the Four Arts Secret Classic from the ancestor master of the Four Arts Star Domain.
This bond made it impossible for him to tolerate Helian Mengde's actions.
Tan Yun's heart filled with a cold rage as he recalled the past events that led to the tragedy.
He couldn't forgive the betrayal of those he once respected.
The primordial chaos god-slaying sword technique that he had mastered surged within him, igniting a fierce determination to seek justice.
In that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to confront Helian Mengde and the Nine-headed Ancestor Dragon.
With a deep breath, he steadied his emotions and prepared himself for the inevitable clash.
He would not let the wrongs of the past go unanswered.
Raising his head towards the sky, he vowed to reclaim the honor of the Four Arts Star Domain and avenge the fallen.
The icy resolve in his heart transformed into a burning flame of purpose.
Tan Yun knew that this journey would not be easy, but he was ready to face any challenge that lay ahead.
The time for retribution was approaching, and he would not rest until justice was served.
With his mentor killed, this enmity must be avenged!
This is Tan Yun's principle of life!
Tan Yun sneered inwardly, looking up at Helian Mengde on the Divine Pavilion, he respectfully said, "Thank you for your praise, esteemed elder."
"Hahaha." Helian Mengde laughed heartily, "You two can begin!"
"Yes, great offering." Tan Yun and Zheng Rufeng leapt onto the Heavenly Battle Platform.
Tan Yun fixed his gaze on Zheng Rufeng, a storm of killing intent evident in his starry eyes.
At this moment, Tan Yun recalled the humiliating words that Zheng Rufeng had previously directed at him.
"Slave, what are you looking at?" Zheng Rufeng smiled but his words were extremely vicious as he transmitted them to Tan Yun, "You, a mere slave, dare to dream of the seventh princess? Do you think you’re worthy?"
A cold smile curved Tan Yun's lips, still ignoring Zheng Rufeng.
In Tan Yun's heart, he had already sentenced him to death; there was no need to argue with a dying man.
Seeing Tan Yun continue to ignore him, Zheng Rufeng, who felt humiliated by being disregarded by a mere slave, was enraged to the point of exploding. He transmitted, "Dog thing, I’m going to kill you!"
"Boom!"
As Zheng Rufeng's voice fell, a surging power of Wind Thunder erupted from within him, soaring into the sky, and he summoned a Supreme Daoist Artifact spear, diving down through the collapsing void, aiming for Tan Yun's head!
Zheng Rufeng attacked with all his might, indicating how desperately he wanted to eliminate Tan Yun quickly.
Similarly, Tan Yun had no intention of wasting time on Zheng Rufeng!
"Primordial Ice Flame!"
Standing firm on the platform, a hint of killing intent flashed in Tan Yun's starry eyes as he suddenly thrust out his left palm towards the diving Zheng Rufeng.
"Buzz—"
As the void trembled violently, the ice-blue Primordial Ice Flame, which had reached the peak of the daoist stage, erupted from Tan Yun's left palm, transforming into a massive blue iceberg four million zhang in size, enveloping Zheng Rufeng in an instant!
"This is…"
Inside the iceberg, Zheng Rufeng released a voice filled with extreme terror, realizing that the Supreme Daoist Artifact spear in his hand had turned to nothingness in an instant.
Immediately afterward, a blood-curdling scream came from within the towering iceberg:
"No!!"
Under the gaze of countless spectators, even though Zheng Rufeng was protected by the power of Wind Thunder, his face, neck, and entire body were dissolving, and within moments, he was unrecognizable, drenched in blood.
Zheng Rufeng desperately unleashed his Wind Thunder power, trying to shatter the iceberg to escape, but unfortunately, despite the iceberg being filled with shocking cracks from the piercing sounds, it did not shatter.
In the seats of the Divine Pavilion, the grand marshal of Xizhen, Zheng Linting, shouted anxiously, "Xiao Zhang, spare him!"