Published: February 26, 2025
The towering figure dodged the blade aura from the third brother while simultaneously avoiding the sword aura unleashed by the fourth elder, appearing right in front of the fourth elder.
“No!”
“Bang!”
The fourth elder let out a piercing scream as his entire head was shattered by Tan Yun's punch, his soul essence obliterated. As the headless corpse fell to the ground, the Divine Sword in his hand was also released from the grip of the lifeless body.
The fourth elder let out a piercing scream as Tan Yun's fist shattered his entire head, obliterating his soul and essence. As his headless corpse fell, the Divine Sword in his grasp slipped from his hand.
“Whoosh!”
With a wave of his hand, the fourth elder's Ancestral Ring was pulled into Tan Yun's fingers, and at the same time, the Divine Sword flew into his grasp. Tan Yun chose not to summon his own Divine Sword simply to avoid staining it with the blood of these scum—nothing more than that!
“Die!”
When his cold voice reached the ears of the black-clad middle-aged man at the forefront, the subsequent scene filled the man with dread.
“Puff, puff—”
In his line of sight, Tan Yun, wielding the Divine Sword, moved at an incredible speed. Due to his overwhelming velocity, it was as if six Tan Yuns appeared simultaneously before his six sworn brothers, each piercing through their skulls with streams of blood!
Instantly, the sword auras released by the six men vanished into thin air, and the six corpses, devoid of soul and essence, plummeted into the void.
With a wave of his right arm, six spheres of ancestral power enveloped the six corpses. Soon after, the Ancestral Rings and the Divine Sword and Divine Blade of the six deceased flew into Tan Yun's Ancestral Ring.
These spoils of war were naturally meant to be collected by Tan Yun.
In the future, he could seek out Fang City to sell these spoils, obtain Ancestor Stones, and activate the Tower of Longing for the Lord that Fang Zixi had gifted him for cultivation.
“How terrifying!” The black-clad middle-aged man trembled all over, realizing he was no match for the white-haired youth.
“Whoosh!”
In a state of panic, the black-clad man released the power of the Way of the Wind from within him, creating a whirlwind as he turned and fled rapidly through the void.
“Want to escape? Leave your life behind!”
Tan Yun executed the Primordial Divine Step, flickering through the air just three times above the ocean to intercept the path of the black-clad middle-aged man.
“Spare me! Please spare me!”
Facing Tan Yun, the black-clad man had no courage to resist as he knelt in the void, repeatedly bowing his head towards Tan Yun.
Tan Yun remained indifferent, holding the Divine Sword as he walked towards the black-clad man.
Seeing that begging for mercy was futile, the black-clad man quickly turned around on his knees, facing Yu Yunxi on the Divine Vessel, and exclaimed, “I’m sorry, it was my blindness that offended you. I truly know my mistakes.”
“You can handle me however you wish; I beg you, just let your fiancé spare my worthless life… I’m begging you!”
Recalling how the black-clad man had repeatedly humiliated her earlier, Yu Yunxi’s fury was evident.
Suppressing her anger, she sneered, “Alright, I agree to let you go.”
“Thank you, thank you!” The black-clad man hurriedly expressed his gratitude, as if he had just escaped from hell. However, Yu Yunxi’s next words cruelly dropped him back into despair.
“No need to thank me.” Yu Yunxi said coldly, “I promised not to kill you, but whether my fiancé kills you or not is not up to me.”
“You shameless…” The black-clad man leaped up from the void, intending to attack Yu Yunxi, but a flash of purple light zipped past him, transforming into Tan Yun in a purple robe, landing next to Yu Yunxi.
At that moment, the black-clad man’s eyes widened in shock, blood oozing from his seven orifices, as a horrifying wound appeared on his brow.
It turned out that when Tan Yun had zipped past him from behind, he had pierced his head with a single stroke of the sword.