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Published: February 25, 2025
Tan Yun nodded subtly, maintaining a calm expression as he stood in the center of the Platform of Destruction.
The 1864 disciples and 1169 managers from Fang City who were about to engage in a life-and-death battle with Tan Yun looked at him with deep fear in their eyes.
At this moment, a glimmer of light appeared in Yuwen Fengjun's murky eyes, and then a voice reached the ears of the nine great chiefs, "Everyone, I have a suggestion."
The nine great chiefs turned their gaze towards Yuwen Fengjun.
Yuwen Fengjun continued to transmit his voice, "Tan Yun must die; otherwise, our Spirit Stones will be lost."
"There are two methods. The first is to let the strongest disciple from the Nine Meridians participating in the life-and-death battle fight Tan Yun first. This elder of law enforcement believes that Tan Yun cannot survive."
"The second, more reliable method is to have the moderately strong among us engage in a wheel battle to exhaust Tan Yun's strength, and finally, let the strongest disciple and manager take turns to duel with Tan Yun until he dies!"
"As for the weakest, they should be placed at the end; after all, considering Tan Yun's ability to kill my disciples, sending them in would just be cannon fodder, adding to the death toll."
After hearing this, the nine great chiefs fell into deep thought.
Gongsun Yangchun's face turned pale, and he thought heavily, "That useless Zhao Wansha consumed my only Golden Clan Ancient Elixir and was killed by Tan Yun."
"I promised my master that Tan Yun would undoubtedly die, and my master gave me 30 billion Supreme Spirit Stones. If Tan Yun does not die today, I will undoubtedly face severe punishment..."
Duan Cangqiong's brows furrowed, thinking, "That 10 billion Supreme Spirit Stones is all my wealth over the years. If Tan Yun does not die, it will all be gone!"
At this time, Zhu Daosheng, Xie Juechen, and Feng Qingcheng, who were also spies like Gongsun Yangchun and Duan Cangqiong, were determined that no matter how many disciples and managers from their lineage died today, Tan Yun must die!
Meanwhile, the four chiefs who bet only 5 billion Supreme Spirit Stones—Wei Yan, Su Liunian, Dongfang Shangzhi, and Si Ma Yu—seemed indecisive.
The four chiefs understood that the managers and disciples from their lineage participating in the duel were simply no match for Tan Yun!
As the nine great chiefs contemplated, Tan Yun raised his head and glanced at them coldly, saying, "One year ago today, your managers and disciples cornered me in Fang City, preventing me from leaving."
"However, I had no deep-seated hatred with them before. Therefore, today I do not wish to kill indiscriminately. I can spare your lives, but the premise is that your managers and disciples must apologize to me in my way, and each must offer me 10,000 Supreme Spirit Stones."
Tan Yun looked over the managers and disciples set to battle him and stated unequivocally, "Listen clearly; this is my greatest concession!"
"I will give you half a moment to consider. Once the time is up, even if you want to withdraw, I will not agree!"
After saying this, Tan Yun sat cross-legged on the Platform of Destruction.
"What an arrogant little brat!" Yuwen Fengjun suddenly stood up and shouted, "Law enforcement disciples, heed my command!"
"Disciples present!" 168 law enforcement disciples stood in the air, responding respectfully.
"My disciples shall not retreat even if they fight to the last man!" Yuwen Fengjun commanded.
Thinking of his beloved disciple's death, the 30 billion Supreme Spirit Stones, and the honor of the law enforcement faction, he chose to disregard the lives of the 168 law enforcement disciples!
"Disciples obey!" the 168 law enforcement disciples responded in unison.
Gongsun Yangchun shook his sleeve and stood up from his seat, squinting his eyes, "My Danmai disciples and managers will not retreat!"
"Chief!" 201 Danmai disciples and 105 managers replied in unison.
Then, Xie Juechen frowned and commanded the Artifact Lineage's 187 disciples and 59 managers to fight to the death!