Published: February 25, 2025
Tan Yun was filled with fury upon hearing those words.
It was true that he lacked Spirit Stones, but he would never wager the life of his woman!
Before Shen Subing could speak, Tan Yun squinted his eyes and looked up at Feng Qingcheng, "Are you so great just because you have Spirit Stones?"
"I'll tell you, my life as the formation lineage chief is far more valuable than your Spirit Stones!"
Feng Qingcheng suddenly stood up, his gaze piercing like a sword directed at Tan Yun, "You are outrageous! You dare to speak to this chief like that!"
"Hehehe." Tan Yun sneered, "Remember, you are the formation lineage chief, not my chief. You have no right to shout at me!"
"Good, good, good!" Feng Qingcheng laughed in anger, repeating the word 'good' three times before coldly saying, "This chief will not argue with someone on the verge of death, nor will I argue with an ant in the fourth layer of the divine soul realm. This chief will not place a bet!"
As soon as Feng Qingcheng's words fell, Shen Subing closed her eyes, feeling sorrowful, "If Tan Yun does not survive today, it is because I have harmed him."
"If he dies, what meaning is there for me to live!"
"Moreover, he is omnipotent in my heart. I believe he will definitely survive!"
Suddenly, Shen Subing opened her eyes and said calmly, "Feng Qingcheng, I accept your terms. You can place a bet!"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd erupted. In the eyes of most people, Shen Subing seemed truly desperate for Spirit Stones!
She actually agreed to such terms!
Indeed, if Tan Yun survives, Feng Qingcheng could offer 200 billion Supreme Spirit Stones to the Meritorious Lineage, which would be unimaginable wealth for them.
But could the heavily injured Tan Yun win?
In the eyes of the betting crowd, Tan Yun had no chance of survival!
"Good!" Feng Qingcheng immediately agreed, fearing that Shen Subing would go back on her word. As the Qiankun Ring on her jade finger flashed, 100 billion Supreme Spirit Stones surged through the air into the white silver screen.
"Chief, you..." Tan Yun had just begun to speak when he was interrupted by Shen Subing, "No more words, my mind is set."
Shen Subing looked down at Tan Yun, and although she smiled, her beautiful eyes were filled with glistening tears, "Tan Yun, you have created countless miracles on your journey."
"Many people, including myself, have thought you were incapable time and time again, yet you have repeatedly used your actions to shatter their slander, leaving those who mocked, ridiculed, and laughed at you feeling utterly ashamed."
"Yes, you are heavily injured today, and your realm is lower than all those you are about to battle, but in my heart, you will always be the one who stands tall and unyielding!"
"I am willing to stake my life on believing in you; you will definitely survive today!"
After Shen Subing's words, over three hundred disciples of the Meritorious Lineage on the Spirit Vessel shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens:
"Senior brother, we believe you can definitely defeat all your opponents and survive!"
Hearing this, Tan Yun thought of the pain of the eternal cycle of reincarnation, the countless enemies in the nine heavens immortal realm and All-Heavens and Myriad Realms. He roared in his heart, "Who am I, Tan Yun? I am the reincarnation of the primeval supreme!"
"If I can't even deal with these minor enemies today, how can I talk about avenging against immortals and gods in the future!"
After the roar, Tan Yun knew the decisive battle had begun, and he couldn't relax to recover from his injuries; he could only seek a quick end!
He seemed to forget the pain from his broken ribs, straightened his back, and looked up at Shen Subing, Mu Mengyi, and the others on the Spirit Vessel. He had little to say, only a short and powerful statement, "Wait for me!"
Tan Yun's figure flashed and appeared in the center of the Platform of Destruction. His body shook, and instantly, his blue robe was torn to shreds, revealing a gaping wound on his chest!