Published: February 24, 2025
"Tan Yun, a man of honor cannot retreat once a promise is made, especially since a decisive battle has been agreed upon. I cannot back down. Please support me, Sovereign!"
"Tan Yun, there's no need for a decisive battle with someone like Zhuge Yu, who lacks a sense of honor," Dantai Xuanzhong said earnestly. "To be honest, this Sovereign doesn't want to lose a talented disciple like you!"
"Answer me, how much chance do you think you have of winning?" Dantai Xuanzhong's brows furrowed. If Tan Yun truly had the strength to kill Nangong Yuqin, then it might not be impossible for Tan Yun to fight!
Firstly, it would allow the disciples of the Huangfu Sacred Sect to compete for a spot in the Battlefield of the Gods within a hundred years.
Secondly, it would also serve to extinguish Zhuge Yu's arrogance!
"In response to the Sovereign, while I don't know my exact chances of winning, I am certain that I will be the one to survive in the end!"
"Very well, I trust you," Dantai Xuanzhong said with concern.
"Heh heh, where do you get your confidence from?" Zhuge Yu mocked, turning to look at Nangong Yuqin, whispering, "Yuqin, as the saintess of the divine soul celestial palace, tell me what you should do!"
Nangong Yuqin glanced at Tan Yun, her eyes shifting from hesitation to determination, a cold glint flashing within them as she coldly stated, "Before the grand competition of the four techniques begins, Tan Yun has shown disrespect to my master and tarnished the reputation of our divine soul celestial palace. He must be punished!"
"Good, as expected of my disciple," Zhuge Yu praised.
"Whoosh!"
Nangong Yuqin's beautiful figure flashed as she stood at the center of the high platform, her cold gaze fixed on Tan Yun. "There's no better day than today; you and I shall battle right now!"
While she didn't understand why she felt irritated seeing Tan Yun and Zhong Wu Shiyao being so intimate, at this moment, Tan Yun was her enemy!
"Alright!" Tan Yun responded, while Zhong Wu Shiyao rushed onto the high platform, anxiously staring at Tan Yun. "You said you would survive; you can't lie to me."
"Yes, don’t worry!" Tan Yun nodded firmly as the over two million disciples of the eternal immortal sect within the arena debated among themselves:
"Everyone, do you think Tan Yun stands a chance against the saintess of the divine soul celestial palace?"
"Hehe, do we even need to discuss it? Nangong Yuqin is already at the great perfection of the fetal soul realm. Since she can be the saintess, she must have few rivals among the inner sect disciples of the divine soul celestial palace!"
"Exactly… we’ll just watch how Tan Yun gets defeated!"
"……"
On the high platform, two hundred disciples of the divine soul celestial palace looked up to Nangong Yuqin in admiration, unable to help but shout:
"Saintess, kill him!"
"Kill this disposable disciple who tarnished the reputation of our divine soul celestial palace!"
"Just a mere ninth layer of the fetal soul realm brat, thinking he can defeat Young Master Ru Yan; does he really see us as his opponents? What a joke!"
"……"
At this moment, Ru Yan Wu Ji held a cold smile. If Nangong Yuqin could eliminate Tan Yun, it would save her the trouble of sending someone to kill him in the future!
"Silence!" Ru Yan Wu Ji spoke, and the arena suddenly fell quiet. He calmly continued, "Since this is a decisive battle within my eternal immortal sect, I shall act as the judge, how about that?"
"That’s fine," Zhuge Yu replied.
"No need," Dantai Xuanzhong said indifferently. "The battle between Tan Yun and Nangong Yuqin is clear for all to see; what need do we have for a judge?"
Ru Yan Wu Ji raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Alright, it seems I was being overly sentimental."
"Qinger, you may begin," Zhuge Yu said coldly. "Kill him for me!"
"Wait a moment," Tan Yun's expression turned cold. "The high platform is only a hundred feet square; it’s too small."
"How big do you want it?" Ru Yan Wu Ji asked.
"At least two hundred feet in diameter," Tan Yun replied without hesitation.