Published: February 25, 2025
As the purple Flying Sword trembled in Luo Ruoshui's grasp, she unleashed a surge of purple demonic aura, resembling a violet serpent coiling around her arm.
Tan Yun felt a chill run down his spine as he witnessed the transformation. Luo Ruoshui's right arm had returned to normal, and her movements were swift and precise, snatching the purple Flying Sword from his hand with a grace that belied her earlier struggle.
The atmosphere around them thickened, charged with tension as the two faced each other. It was clear that the balance of power had shifted in an instant.
Tan Yun's mind raced as he assessed the situation. The power emanating from Luo Ruoshui was palpable, and the purple Flying Sword seemed to respond to her, vibrating with energy and intent.
"Do you truly think you can control it?" Tan Yun questioned, his voice steady despite the unease creeping into his heart.
Luo Ruoshui smirked, her confidence radiating as she tightened her grip on the sword. "With the right force, anything can be tamed," she replied, her eyes gleaming with determination.
As she spoke, the purple Flying Sword emitted a brilliant flash, illuminating the surroundings with a fierce light, and the battle between them was far from over.
“Bang!”
Luo Ruoshui spun in mid-air, her toes, imbued with violent demonic power, landed a heavy kick on Tan Yun's chin!
“Puff—”
Tan Yun’s chin split open, exposing white bone. As his body was kicked back, Luo Ruoshui wore a cruel smile, suddenly reaching out with her left hand. She grabbed Tan Yun's right foot and yanked him back into the air!
“Whoosh!”
Then, with a speed that Tan Yun could not hope to match, Luo Ruoshui appeared above him, her purple eyes flashing with an intent to annihilate everything!
“Die!”
Her cold and emotionless voice echoed as her right foot struck with all her might against Tan Yun's head!
“Bang!”
With a dull thud, blood spurted from Tan Yun's seven orifices, and as he rolled through the ocean of purple demonic aura in the endless void, he fell like a blood-red meteor...
“Bang!”
The platform trembled as Tan Yun crashed heavily onto the pristine surface!
In that moment, he was particularly tragic; flesh and blood had fallen from the fingers of his left hand, and his entire right arm was stripped of flesh, leaving only complete white bone!
His chest had horrifying blood holes from five fingers, blood gushing forth, while blood also streamed from his ears, nose, and eyes!
“Yun'er!” Dantai Xuanzhong suddenly stood up, his heart filled with anxiety!
“Tan Yun!”
“Brother!”
At the summit, Mu Mengyi, Zhong Wu Shiyao, and Tuoba Yingying were in such pain they could hardly breathe, their tears bursting forth in an instant...
“Tan Yun!” On the Jade Tower, Shen Subing looked at Tan Yun, letting out a cry like a cuckoo weeping blood.
The various chiefs looked at Shen Subing with cold smiles. Other disciples also glanced at her, each with their own thoughts.
Some speculated that the icy beauty, Shen Subing, might be moved by a disciple.
More believed that Shen Subing’s position as the meritorious chief of the Holy Gate was all thanks to Tan Yun, which is why she was so disheveled upon witnessing such a tragic sight.
At this moment, Shen Subing did not care what others thought; tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision as she cried out, “Tan Yun, let’s not compete anymore... Wuwu... you must escape!”
Mu Mengyi, Zhong Wu Shiyao, and Tuoba Yingying cried in agreement:
“Tan Yun, listen to the chief and escape quickly!”
“Brother... Wuwu... hurry and escape! You must survive; there are so many things for you to do. Have you forgotten them all…”
As Mu Mengyi and the others wept, the various chiefs on the Jade Tower, who wished to kill Tan Yun, could not help but smile. Were it not for Dantai Xuanzhong's presence, they would surely burst into laughter! Especially Yuwen Fengjun!
On the other hand, Feng Qingcheng, Xie Juechen, Gongsun Yangchun, and Zhu Daosheng, who wanted to pull Tan Yun into their camp, wore troubled expressions, lost in their thoughts...