Published: February 25, 2025
"I will not die, I absolutely will not die!"
Zhao Wansha, who had lost his left arm, was filled with rage and desperation as he tried to escape from the independent spatial-temporal realm. His right hand wildly swung the spear, generating a flurry of spear shadows to fend off the oncoming Nine Meridians Wind Blades!
"Puff, puff…"
What was particularly serious was that his lower abdomen and right chest were pierced by a Nine Meridians Wind Blade!
“Whoosh, whoosh!”
Panting heavily, Zhao Wansha had just escaped from the independent spatial-temporal realm when a purple Flying Sword shot up from it, aimed directly at his chest!
“Puff!”
“Crack!”
Zhao Wansha sidestepped just in time to avoid the fatal blow to his heart, but the purple Flying Sword pierced through his left chest, breaking two ribs before bursting out from below his left shoulder with a spray of blood!
“Puff!”
Zhao Wansha spat out blood, feeling his world spin as he crashed heavily onto the Platform of Annihilation, blood gushing from his grievous wounds.
“Disciple!” Yuwen Fengjun shouted anxiously from the pavilion: “Get up quickly, you cannot lose! If you lose, you’ll lose your life!”
As Yuwen Fengjun shouted, the three hundred thousand disciples surrounding the Platform of Annihilation fell into a brief stupor before erupting in a tidal wave of screams:
“Heavens, what’s going on? Tan Yun is only at the fourth layer of the divine soul realm! How could he severely injure Zhao Holy Son!”
“Yeah! It’s terrifying, Tan Yun's ability to challenge beyond his level is simply unfathomable!”
“The higher a cultivator's realm, the weaker their ability to challenge beyond their level. This is an unchanging iron law! How could Tan Yun, with the strength of the fourth layer of the divine soul realm, injure Zhao Holy Son!”
“Stop talking! Look, Tan Yun has appeared!”
With a disciple's exclamation, the others fell silent, all gazing down. On the Platform of Annihilation, the void trembled, and a pale-faced Tan Yun appeared before everyone.
Tan Yun remained bare-chested, and the broken ribs on his chest were still a shocking sight, simultaneously telling everyone that his injuries were no lighter than Zhao Wansha's!
With fifteen broken ribs, Tan Yun endured the excruciating pain, straightened his back, dragging his long sword, its tip sparking against the ground as he stepped toward the blood pool where Zhao Wansha lay!
With each step he took, his killing intent grew stronger!
Zhao Wansha, covered in blood, dragged a bloody trail behind him as he moved backward in terror, “No... don’t come over... don’t come over!”
Unbeknownst to anyone, a golden elixir had appeared in his right hand!
At this moment, Zhao Wansha hesitated whether to consume the Golden Clan Ancient Elixir!
He was reluctant to take it; although it could allow him to kill Tan Yun, expending all his potential would shatter his meridians and turn him into a cripple!
“Disciple, quickly use your trump card!” At that moment, Yuwen Fengjun's aged voice rang in Zhao Wansha's ear, “You can only kill him and save your life after taking the Golden Clan Ancient Elixir!”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wansha stopped retreating, his red eyes fixed on the approaching Tan Yun, and he roared with all his might: “Tan Yun, as long as I can kill you, I, Zhao Wansha, will pay any price!”
With determination, Zhao Wansha swallowed the Golden Clan Ancient Elixir!
At this time, amidst the vast Sea of Clouds, Dantai Xuanzhong's expression tightened, and he transmitted a message to Tan Yun: “Be careful, just as Zhao Wansha fell from the void by your sword, he took out an elixir from the Qiankun Ring.”
“If this sovereign isn’t mistaken, it should be the Golden Clan Ancient Elixir!”
Hearing this, Tan Yun, who was walking towards Zhao Wansha, paused, his expression becoming grave.
“Roar!”
At this moment, the heavily injured Zhao Wansha's hair flew wildly as he let out a beast-like roar and leaped onto the Platform of Annihilation, standing firm.