Published: February 25, 2025
“Pant, pant—”
Tan Yun breathed heavily, his right hand holding the sword with its tip resting against the platform.
He sensed that the spiritual power in the spirit pool had been depleted by seventy percent.
He felt extremely fatigued, yet his heart was filled with excitement. He was confident that he could eliminate the artifact lineage disciple Kang Ling, the talismans lineage disciple Shen Lang, and the formation lineage disciple Luo Caiyun.
“Tan Yun!” From the pavilion, Feng Qingcheng stood up and stared intently at Tan Yun. “How about we make another deal?”
“Oh? Feng's chief, please do share,” Tan Yun replied indifferently.
“As long as you agree to let Kang Ling, Shen Lang, and Luo Caiyun team up to battle you, I will give you thirty billion Supreme Spirit Stones!” Feng Qingcheng declared emphatically, “What do you say?”
At that moment, everyone who had placed bets turned their expectant eyes toward Tan Yun. They desperately hoped that Tan Yun would agree, as it would give them a chance to win spirit stones.
Tan Yun gazed at Feng Qingcheng in the pavilion and suddenly burst into laughter, a mocking laughter that derided her intelligence!
“Feng chief, are you trying to make a fool of me?” Tan Yun looked at Feng Qingcheng, “Do you know why I previously suggested that over a thousand people attack together?”
“That’s because I was confident I could eliminate them, which is why I proposed to swindle you out of five hundred billion spiritual power.”
“Now, I don’t have the confidence to fight three opponents at once. Don't think that even if you offer thirty billion, I would agree. Even if you offered thirty trillion, I wouldn’t accept, hehehe…”
After saying this, Tan Yun thought maliciously, “You vixen, I’ll make you furious!”
“You despicable and shameless…” Feng Qingcheng trembled with anger.
Tan Yun simply smiled and ignored her. He looked at Shen Lang, Kang Ling, and Luo Caiyun, playfully saying, “I kindly remind you that I only have thirty percent of my spiritual power left. If you want to have a chance to kill me, you should quickly confront me!”
“Otherwise, you won’t have even a single chance.”
With that, Tan Yun immediately activated the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation!
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—”
In an instant, eleven Flying Swords, each a supreme treasure artifact of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, time, space, death, and light attributes, flashed out from Tan Yun's Qiankun Ring, hovering in a circular formation around the high platform!
“Buzz—”
In the ripples of space, streams of sword aura several thousand zhang long erupted from the eleven Flying Swords, intertwining in the void, rapidly forming a hazy curtain that obscured everyone's vision, enveloping Tan Yun within!
Everyone could no longer catch a glimpse of Tan Yun’s figure.
As Tan Yun advanced to the fourth layer of the divine soul realm, the diameter of the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation had reached five thousand zhang, expanding the internal space to fifty-five thousand zhang!
At this moment, Feng Qingcheng gazed at Luo Caiyun, her beautiful eyes filled with hope. “Caiyun, you are a low-rank respect grade formation master, you go first! Let my chief kill Tan Yun!”
“Disciple obeys!” Luo Caiyun took a deep breath, respectfully speaking, as she looked around at the picturesque mountains, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
She feared that once she entered Tan Yun’s sword formation, she would no longer have the chance to see such delightful scenery alive.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that every mountain and every tree of the Holy Gate was so beautiful.
So enchanting.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to fly toward the Platform of Destruction, when Feng Qingcheng swung her right arm, and a set of pure white armor flew through the air, floating before Luo Caiyun. “This is the medium grade respect artifact armor that I once wore; put it on!”