Against The Sky Supreme

Looking at the shattered body of Tuoba Zhantian, the 199 disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect fell into a state of daze!

They found it hard to believe that Tuoba Zhantian, who ranked 198 on the Inner Sect Immortal Ranking, had died just like that!

Just like this, he was killed by a disposable disciple of the Huangfu Sacred Sect, who was only at the ninth layer of the fetal soul realm!

After a brief silence, among the forty-nine refining formation disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect, some were quietly crying, while others remained silent.

But the only commonality was that everyone looked at the unscathed Tan Yun, their eyes ablaze with rage!

Ru Yan Wu Ji's expression was as ugly as it could get, his old body trembling incessantly!

In contrast, Dantai Xuanzhong’s hulking figure quivered with excitement. He thought that the Four Arts Grand Competition could not proceed anymore, but now, with Tan Yun's appearance, it could go on as usual. How could he not be thrilled!

“Tan Yun, well done!” Shen Subing beamed with joy. Tang Xinying felt the same way.

Luo Fan, Song Hong, and the other fifty disciples participating in the alchemical arts grand competition, along with Nangong Ruxue who came to the Eternal Immortal Sect with her master Shen Subing, all looked at Tan Yun with admiration!

“I never expected he would be this powerful!” Nangong Ruxue and Gongsun Ruoxi thought in shock.

Zhong Wu Shi Yao looked at Tan Yun with delight, feeling proud of her man!

“Ah... my disciple!” A wail seemed to tear through the low-hanging night, as the elder supreme of the Inner Sect Artifact Lineage, a white-haired old man around ninety years old, knelt beside Tuoba Zhantian's head, crying heart-wrenchingly:

“Sovereign! You don't know, just a month ago, my disciple Zhantian had already advanced to a high-level grand artisan. I had planned to tell you tomorrow, but... wuwu... but Zhantian is gone!”

“Sovereign... although Zhantian might not be the strongest in the Inner Sect, he was a once-in-a-millennium genius in formation techniques... I beg you to avenge him!”

Upon hearing this, Murong Shishi and the other seven chiefs from the Huangfu Sacred Sect appeared astonished. They never expected that Tuoba Zhantian, who had reached great perfection of the fetal soul realm at such a young age, had already become a high-level grand artisan!

At this moment, the happiest among them were Dantai Xuanzhong, Murong Shishi, and the chief of the Immortal Sect Artifact Lineage: the instrumental daoist!

For these three, Tan Yun’s victory meant that the Four Arts competition could proceed as scheduled tomorrow, thereby securing a spot in the eternal land. Thus, with Tuoba Zhantian's death, their artifact lineage disciples lost a formidable rival!

On the other hand, Ru Yan Wu Ji glared at Tan Yun, her face crimson with anger as she mourned the loss of such a talented disciple in artifact techniques, feeling heartbroken and furious!

If looks could kill, Tan Yun would have died a hundred times over!

“Hahaha.” Dantai Xuanzhong glanced at Ru Yan Wu Ji and said with a smile, “Ru Yan Sovereign, how the tides have turned! It has been proven that the strongest talent among your sect's inner disciples in alchemy, formations, artifacts, and talismans is still not as strong as a mere disposable disciple from my sect.”

“Compared to the rising stars of our two sects, your sect is still far behind!”

“Alright, I’m quite tired. Tell me, where can we rest?” Dantai Xuanzhong shot a glance at Ru Yan Wu Ji, “I trust you won’t go back on your word and prevent my sect from participating in tomorrow’s Four Arts Grand Competition just because Tan Yun killed Tuoba Zhantian?”

“Dantai Xuanzhong, my word is my bond, and I do not go back on it!” Ru Yan Wu Ji suppressed her anger, her expression cold, “However, this match doesn’t count!”

“Doesn’t count?” The disciples of the Huangfu Sacred Sect, from the chiefs to the common disciples, were seething with indignation!