Published: February 24, 2025
From the Holy Spirit Lineage and the Five Soul Lineage, a total of thirty-nine people had entered the sword formation, and it was only a brief moment before the formation was on the verge of collapsing.
At this moment, tears flowed from most of the disciples of the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden and the danmai disciples.
Shen Qingqiu, Shen Qingfeng, and Shen Wende were no exception.
To everyone, such a short period of time meant that even if Tan Yun was unharmed, it was impossible to kill thirty-nine people, let alone when he was seriously injured.
Moreover, these thirty-nine people were not ordinary; they were all talented disciples from two lineages.
Since he couldn’t kill them, and the sword formation was about to break, didn’t that mean Tan Yun would be killed? What else could it mean?
No one could think of a second outcome.
Even Zhong Wu Shi Yao, Mu Mengyi, and Xue Ziyan, who had always believed in Tan Yun's omnipotence, looked pale at this moment.
Gongsun Ruoxi stood elegantly among the vast crowd, her face pale, and her delicate fists clenched. Her heart trembled, deeply afraid that something unexpected would happen to Tan Yun…
The talisman lineage and qiankun daoists seated below the Jade Tower laughed in their hearts. Tan Yun deserved to die!
However, Murong Shishi, who had always wanted Tan Yun dead, now had a look of regret in her eyes.
In her heart, Tan Yun was a true prodigy, and she admired geniuses. If it weren’t for the fear that Zhong Wu Shi Yao would be taken away by Tan Yun in the future, she wouldn’t have any objections to him. After all, it was Zhong Wu Shi Yao who knelt and begged her, and she was the one who rejected Tan Yun at the door.
"This sovereign's chosen son-in-law cannot perish like this! This sovereign does not believe it!" Dantai Xuanzhong thought to himself, but he stood up nervously, his expression betraying his unease.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's gaze, except for Shen Subing's, was fixed on the sword formation that was about to collapse.
“Buzz—”
The heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation shattered amidst the turbulence. The scene that unfolded before their eyes took their breath away, and among the hundreds of thousands of disciples, the cries of the Sacred Spirit Lineage, Five Soul Lineage, and danmai disciples intertwined like an invisible tide, spreading around the summit:
“Senior Brother Tan! How could you die!”
“Senior Brother Tan… Wuwu…”
“Senior Brother Duan, you are one of our strongest disciples in the Sacred Spirit Lineage, how could you die… Wuwu…”
“Senior Brother Liu… we need you in the Five Soul Lineage… Wuwu…”
“…”
In everyone's view, on Crouching Dragon Platform No. 1, there lay numerous incomplete corpses, thirty-nine from the Sacred Spirit Lineage and Five Soul Lineage, not a single complete body.
And there lay Tan Yun, covered in blood that was unknown as to whether it was from enemies or himself, motionless on top of the corpses, as if dead.
Dead?
How could that be!
Tan Yun was not dead; on the contrary, he was completely unscathed!
In his heart, the combined strength of these thirty-nine people did not even amount to half that of Nangong Yuqin, the saintess of the divine soul celestial palace.
The reason he lay on top of the enemy corpses was, of course, to disguise himself!
He was pretending to be seriously injured to let the arena masters of the other lineages lower their guard!
Was Tan Yun afraid of the other arena masters, hence he did this? No, certainly not!
He was afraid, but he was afraid that the arena masters who wanted to kill him would retreat without a fight when they encountered him!
Tan Yun's sole purpose in doing this was to lure the enemy into extermination, to let all those who wanted him dead die next!
At the same time, as he listened to the cries of the danmai disciples and the Spirit Mountain Herb Garden disciples, he realized that so many people genuinely cared for him.
“Why cry? My life is very tough; it’s not that easy to die.” Suddenly, a weak voice rang out from the chaotic Crouching Dragon Platform No. 1.