Published: February 25, 2025
“Speed doesn’t matter; what matters is that you will die!”
The indifferent voice echoed in the ears of the masked man. Tan Yun suddenly materialized ten zhang away in a collapsing void and charged violently toward the masked man!
“I’ll fight you to the death!” The masked man’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared and prepared to swing his sword!
His left hand lightning-fast gripped the masked man’s neck, while his right hand seized the masked man’s sword-wielding right hand!
“Crack!”
“No… My arm!!”
Amidst the splattering blood and chilling screams, Tan Yun forcefully tore off the masked man’s sword-wielding right arm!
The masked man’s screams were stifled in his throat because Tan Yun's left hand was gripping his neck tightly, preventing him from making a sound.
The masked man’s lips trembled, and from his mouth shape, it could be seen he was saying, “Spare me!”
Tan Yun's lips curled slightly, his expression cold and terrifying, “Spare you? If I were really at the eighth layer of the divine soul realm, I would surely not be your opponent. At that time, would you spare me?”
Before the masked man could say anything, Tan Yun unleashed the primordial divine eye, with a mystical red light flashing in his deep eyes, compellingly stating, “Tell me, who are you? Who sent you?”
The masked disciple replied truthfully, “I am a core disciple among the law enforcement disciples, sent by the law enforcing holy son Yuwen Zhi.”
Tan Yun's suppressed anger erupted violently, “Yuwen Zhi, four years ago, you sent law enforcement disciples to kill me, and now it’s you again!”
“Just wait for me!”
Tan Yun restrained his killing intent and raised his sword-like eyebrows, “Who are the other four groups?”
“I don’t know.” The masked man’s expression was blank.
Tan Yun was puzzled, “Last time when I battled the law enforcing holy son Zhao Wansha at the Platform of Annihilation, among the three hundred thousand disciples, aside from some holy sons and saintesses at the sacred soul realm, there was no one else at the sacred soul realm.”
“Then what do you mean by core disciples?”
The masked man replied truthfully, “Disciples of the Holy Gate are divided into two types: one is ordinary disciples at the divine soul realm, and the other is core disciples who have advanced to the sacred soul realm.”
Tan Yun realized, “So according to you, aside from the Meritorious Lineage, all other nine meridians have core disciples at the sacred soul realm?”
“Mm.” The disciple nodded.
“How many core disciples are there among the nine meridians?” Tan Yun pursued.
The masked man responded, “The Five Soul Lineage has the most, roughly thirty-three thousand, while the other eight meridians have between ten thousand and thirty thousand.”
“Is there any disciple above the core disciples?” Tan Yun raised an eyebrow.
“There are none.” The masked man’s eyes were dull, “As long as a core disciple of the Holy Gate breaks through to the great perfection of the sacred soul realm and advances to the soul pulse realm, they can leave the identity of a disciple and become a steward of each lineage of the Holy Gate, entering the higher ranks of the sect.”
“I see.” After understanding, Tan Yun’s gaze turned cold, and with a single palm, he exploded the masked man’s head, his sacred soul not even escaping before being extinguished!
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh——”
Tan Yun's figure flickered in the void, crossing tens of thousands of zhang, and stood in mid-air in front of the 140 stunned disciples at the great perfection of the divine soul realm, commanding without doubt, “You all, group up and stand separately!”
The 140 figures flickered and split into five teams.
“Law enforcement disciples, come stand behind me now.” Tan Yun ordered.
“Yes!” Thirty of them flew and hovered behind Tan Yun.
Tan Yun surveyed the four teams in front and asked, “The person in the front, tell me, which lineage are you from? Who sent you?”