Against The Sky Supreme

Chapter Twelve is completely ruined!

“Ha ha ha ha!” Han Shanren glanced at Tan Yun and sneered, “Ah, you scared me to death! Tan Yun, do you think you are someone important? Let me tell you, in my eyes, you are just an ant!”

At this moment, the other fifteen disciples surrounding Tan Yun couldn't help but burst into laughter, mocking Tan Yun for overestimating himself!

“Alright! Let’s get down to business!” Han Shanren glared viciously at Tan Yun, giving a sinister order to the crowd: “Since he doesn't want to come with us, brothers, please sever his tendons and bring him back to meet Senior Brother Murong!”

“And everyone, no need to fight over it! Whoever catches him will be rewarded in front of Senior Brother Murong!”

The crowd laughed sinisterly, “Yes, Senior Brother Han!”

“Hmph, this ignorant fool dares to go against Senior Brother Murong!” Two disciples, revealing fierce expressions, brandished their long swords and rushed towards Tan Yun like two streaks of shadow!

Tan Yun took the initiative, instantly disappearing from his spot. Other disciples at the eighth layer of spirit embryo realm couldn't see his movement trajectory at all, except for Han Shanren, who managed to catch a glimpse of Tan Yun's figure!

“Crack, crack!”

Suddenly, almost two Tan Yuns appeared in front of the two rushing disciples, and in an instant, both of their rib cages shattered, blood spattering out as they flew backward at twice the speed they had come, crashing to the snow like dead pigs!

Soon after, as Tan Yun’s afterimage overlapped, he returned to his original spot!

“Don’t be afraid, everyone! Let’s all go and take him down!” Han Shanren commanded the other thirteen disciples with a sweeping gaze.

“Following Senior Brother Han’s orders, let’s all go! We don’t believe we can’t handle him!”

“Let’s take him down together!”

As the thirteen disciples shouted, they no longer held back, unleashing their spiritual power and forming thirteen dazzling sword auras, converging on Tan Yun!

“You’re overestimating yourselves!” A cold smile crept across Tan Yun's lips as the Qiankun Ring shimmered, and with a high-grade spiritual sword in hand, he vanished again!

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

“Pfft, pfft…”

In Han Shanren's horrified gaze, he could only faintly see Tan Yun creating ordinary sword lights that flickered around the thirteen people. With each flicker, four jets of blood would shoot out!

After a brief moment, the thirteen disciples collapsed to the ground, rolling in anguish, “Ah… my hand!”

“No… my foot…”

“Senior Brother Han, hurry and save us…”

Echoing in his ears were the desperate cries of the crowd, and Han Shanren looked over, instantly terrified!

He discovered that in the blink of an eye, Tan Yun had severed all of the tendons in the hands and feet of the thirteen!

He questioned himself, although he could take on thirteen, he could never achieve what Tan Yun just did—debilitate them all in just a breath's time!

“Brothers, wait here! I’ll find someone!” After leaving this sentence, Han Shanren used all his strength to flee towards the teleportation array a hundred feet away!

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Suddenly, a figure in the snow flashed three times before Tan Yun appeared in front of Han Shanren, throwing a punch at the terrified Han Shanren!

“Kid, don’t be too arrogant! I refuse to believe your strength is above mine, aside from your speed!” Han Shanren, filled with rage, unleashed a blinding spiritual power storm from his right palm!

“Bang!”

The fist and palm collided, and the spiritual power storm in Han Shanren's palm extinguished like a flickering fire. “Crack!” The sound of bone fracturing echoed far and wide, and in an instant, Han Shanren’s right palm exploded, fingers flying, as his swollen arm was sent flying like a cannonball!

“Ah! How can this be! You are just at the eighth layer of spirit embryo realm; how can your power be so strong!” His screams reverberated through the air, like a ghostly wail!