Published: February 25, 2025
“Want to kill me? You need to have the strength for that!”
A chilling laugh echoed through the night sky.
Under the watchful eyes of countless spectators, Tan Yun, who had originally been on the brink of death lying at the edge of the platform, suddenly leapt up.
With a massive left hand, he fiercely grasped the golden spear that shot towards him and in an instant, he crossed the thousand-zhang void, bringing with him a streak of blood light that pierced through Jin Shaohong's lower abdomen!
“Mutual!” Tan Yun's voice was deep as he swung the spear in his left arm, sending the powerless Jin Shaohong flying!
"Thud!"
"Crack!"
Tan Yun stood suspended in midair, sweeping his left arm, and the golden spear pierced through the night sky. With a clear sound of bone fractures, the sharp spear tip pierced through Jin Shaohong’s ribs, breaking three ribs on the right side after penetrating his body!
“Ah!”
Jin Shaohong let out a heart-wrenching wail, blood flowing continuously from the gaping wounds in his ribs as his body fell towards the edge of the platform.
“Whoosh!”
Tan Yun opened his left hand, and the golden spear instantly vanished into his palm. Then, the spear suddenly transformed into a gigantic fifteen-zhang weapon!
“Swish!”
Holding the spear, Tan Yun swept down through the void, appearing on the high platform. He then brought down the spear's shaft with a loud “bang!” against the surface of the platform, standing it upright.
At this moment, Tan Yun, holding the blood-soaked spear, stood still, and just then, Jin Shaohong, who had fallen like a meteor from the sky, crashed onto the sharp spear tip!
“Thud!”
The spear tip crushed Jin Shaohong’s heart, piercing through his back, as his bloody corpse hung on the fifteen-zhang spear tip!
“Buzzing—”
Ten sacred souls escaped from the corpse, screaming in terror, “Tan Yun, you can't kill me! Otherwise, you will bring disaster upon yourself!”
“I’m killing you!” Tan Yun's hair flew wildly as a light beam of pale golden spiritual power shot up from his body, heading straight for the ten sacred souls of Jin Shaohong!
On the Jade Tower, Gongsun Yangchun was completely panicked, shouting hoarsely, “Tan Yun, spare the lives of my people!”
On the Jade Tower, Shen Subing clenched her fists tightly. Looking at Gongsun Yangchun, the one who had caused her father's death, she wished she could tear him apart!
“Spare them? Fine! But you must agree to one condition!” Tan Yun paused his words, and immediately, the spiritual power dispersed, imprisoning the ten sacred souls of Jin Shaohong.
“You... what do you want?” Gongsun Yangchun hurriedly responded, “As long as you spare Shaohong's sacred soul, I will agree to any conditions, even ten or a hundred!”
“How many Spirit Stones do you want, Tan Yun?” Gongsun Yangchun asked anxiously.
“This holy son does not lack Spirit Stones!” Tan Yun squinted at Gongsun Yangchun.
Suppressing his anger, Gongsun Yangchun quickly added, “Then what do you want? Just say it! What grade of elixirs, magic treasures, and heavenly materials and earthly treasures do you want?”
“I don't want any of those,” Tan Yun said slowly, “I only want your two legs!”
“Tan Yun, you...” Before Gongsun Yangchun could finish, he was cut off by Tan Yun, “And you must swear, that until your death, you cannot attach anyone else's legs. Wherever you go, you must sit in a wheelchair!”
Gongsun Yangchun trembled with anger, while Shen Subing on the Jade Tower, biting her lip, looked at Tan Yun with grateful eyes.
At this moment, aside from Shen Subing, Dantai Xuanzhong, Mu Mengyi, and Zhong Wu Shiyao, no one understood why Tan Yun would make such a demand!
Only those four knew that Tan Yun was seeking revenge for Shen Subing against Gongsun Yangchun.
“Tan Yun, thank you, truly thank you,” Shen Subing's delicate shoulders heaved as she cried silently, “I know it was Gongsun Yangchun who caused my father to be in a wheelchair for decades, and you are avenging me, letting Gongsun Yangchun experience the taste of living in a wheelchair!”