Published: February 25, 2025
When the noisy crowd saw the scene on the Platform of Annihilation, they all fell silent!
Feng Qingcheng, Duan Cangqiong, Gongsun Yangchun, and Yuwen Fengjun, the nine great chiefs, all had their smiles instantly freeze!
In contrast, Shen Subing, Mu Mengyi, Zhong Wu Shi Yao, Huangfu Yu, and Tuoba Yingying were in tears of joy…
Tan Yun, looking exhausted, held Kang Ling's golden rod and slowly walked in front of him, struggling with each step.
“Whew, whew—”
Tan Yun gasped for breath, his starry eyes filled with a bloodthirsty glow. Remembering Kang Ling's curse against his family, he gritted his teeth and reached Kang Ling's side, roaring, “I'll make you regret cursing me!”
“Bang!”
Blood splattered as Tan Yun smashed the rod onto Kang Ling's chest.
“Pfft!”
Kang Ling spat out blood and let out a chilling scream that made one's scalp tingle.
“I'll make you regret cursing me!”
“I’ll make you regret it!”
Tan Yun was like a cruel demon, continuously growling as he swung the golden rod with all his might, relentlessly striking Kang Ling's body!
“Bang bang bang—”
“Crack, crack—”
In the eyes of the onlookers, Tan Yun wildly swung the golden rod until Kang Ling's chest was smashed to pieces, and his head was ground into pulp; he still did not stop!
As nine divine souls rushed out from the corpse, the Flying Sword Little Purple, which had fallen behind Tan Yun, soared into the air on its own, elegantly slicing through the nine divine souls with a beautiful purple arc!
“You bastard! The thing I hate the most is when you use my family against me…” Tan Yun panted, still swinging the golden rod, striking the mutilated, lifeless body of Kang Ling!
“Tan Yun, he is already dead, he is already dead!”
Only when Shen Subing's anxious and worried voice reached his ears did he stop beating the corpse.
At that moment, Shen Subing looked down at Tan Yun, a tear sliding down her beautiful eyes, dissipating into the fierce wind.
Exhausted and disheveled, Tan Yun stood up trembling under the gaze of countless eyes, straining to straighten his back, looking down upon the crowd!
More than three hundred male and female disciples of the Meritorious Lineage looked down at Tan Yun, tears of excitement streaming down their faces as they erupted into joyful shouts:
“Great! Our senior brother is not dead, he didn’t die…”
“Wuwu… I was so worried, I thought Senior Brother Tan would meet with misfortune…”
“Great! Hehe, senior brother, you are amazing, I admire you…”
“…”
As the Meritorious Lineage was overwhelmed with excitement, the three hundred thousand disciples of the Nine Meridians, a thousand stewards, and over four hundred elders were either trembling with anger or in complete disbelief, unable to accept that their hard-earned Spirit Stones had vanished in an instant…
Some of the hundreds of disciples were so furious they spat blood and fainted…
Feng Qingcheng realized that not only had she failed to eliminate Shen Subing, but she had also lost two hundred and ten billion Supreme Spirit Stones. Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with endless rage!
She recalled how Tan Yun had publicly teased her before, clenching her fragrant fists, forcibly suppressing the urge to rush up and kill Tan Yun. She thought about how she would explain this to her ancestor upon returning…
Gongsun Yangchun remembered how he had confidently assured the higher-ups of the Golden Clan that Tan Yun would die, securing the Spirit Stones, and a wave of deathly fear filled his heart.
“Gongsun Yangchun, this is your doing! Come find me tonight at midnight!”
At that moment, a disappointed and furious voice echoed in Gongsun Yangchun's mind.
His face turned ashen…
Zhu Daosheng and Xie Juechen, the two traitorous chiefs, were now filled with dread as they thought of the four hundred billion Supreme Spirit Stones they had lost, completely at a loss for how to report to their superiors. Their murky eyes revealed an uncontrollable fear…