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Against The Sky Supreme

Chapter 87: Fearful 😨

Published: February 24, 2025

Chapter 87: Fear

Facing Murong Kun's attack, Tan Yun's heart was resolute, still intending to endure the blow. Suddenly, he felt a chilling aura descending from above!

That cold aura rapidly transformed above Tan Yun into a thick ice layer with a diameter of ten zhang and a thickness of one foot.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three bolts of lightning pierced through the void and struck the ice layer, causing it to shatter with a loud crack, sending shards of ice flying everywhere.

In the next moment, a beautiful figure stepped onto a flying sword and shot down from the void, transforming into Zhong Wu Shiyao, dressed in a white gown whiter than snow!

"Tan Yun..." Looking at the pitiful state of Tan Yun on the ground, Zhong Wu Shiyao's tears fell like rain as she choked up and helped him up.

"Shiyao, why have you come?" Tan Yun's expression was complicated.

"A moment ago, when I heard your voice, I knew you were in danger. It's all my fault for being slow; I only just arrived now." Zhong Wu Shiyao's face was filled with self-reproach, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

"You infuriate me!" When Murong Kun saw that it was Zhong Wu Shiyao, he landed his flying sword on the ground, his face ashen as he angrily pointed at her. "What are you doing? Don't you know that your brother Liu Rulong is mine?"

"Don't you know that Tan Yun killed your entire family?"

"It's one thing not to help your brother take revenge on Tan Yun, but how can you save him instead!"

In response to the scolding, Zhong Wu Shiyao gazed coldly at Murong Kun, her voice as frosty as ice. "My brother is indeed your subordinate, but he is he, and I am I. I am not your subordinate. Tan Yun saved my life, and no matter what, I will save him!"

Murong Kun's face turned dark, pointing at Tan Yun with his left hand and glaring at Zhong Wu Shiyao with murderous intent. "What sort of life-saving grace is that? When he and Ye Tian battled on the Duel Platform, he said that if given another chance, he would never save you! You also said that you have severed all ties with him! With all that, why do you still save him?"

"Whether I save him or not is my own business." Zhong Wu Shiyao remained unmoved, her voice still frigid. "What does it have to do with you?"

Murong Kun was furious, shouting, "Zhong Wu Shiyao, are you sure you want to oppose me?"

"I only want to save someone, I have no intention of opposing you, but if you insist on thinking that way, so be it." Zhong Wu Shiyao's firm and melodious voice echoed in Tan Yun's ears, stirring warm currents from the depths of his heart.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Murong Kun trembled with rage, repeating the word 'fine' three times, and then, with a chilling roar, he yelled, "Since you seek death, I will grant it to you!"

Murong Kun raised his sword, pointing it to the heavens as the spiritual power and lightning within him intertwined and surged into the flying sword.

In an instant, he vanished from his spot, appearing above Zhong Wu Shiyao's head in the next moment. Amidst the violent tremors of space, he brought down a ten zhang sword aura towards her!

Within the dazzling and powerful sword aura, streaks of lightning could be seen coursing through it. Before the sword aura even arrived, the mere aura that descended caused all the vegetation within a hundred zhang around Zhong Wu Shiyao to turn to dust!

"He possesses both Wind and Thunder attributes in his spatial fetal soul; you are no match for him, just leave me and go!" Tan Yun spoke urgently, but Zhong Wu Shiyao, supporting Tan Yun's jade-like arm, lightly flicked him away for several dozen zhang, her melodious voice following closely, "Even if he has dual attributes of Wind and Thunder, I am not afraid!"

As Tan Yun clutched his bleeding chest, he leaped to the ground just as a loud explosion erupted in his ears!

It was Zhong Wu Shiyao, pouting playfully; her three thousand strands of hair danced without wind. Above her head, space rapidly whitened, and then transformed into nine giant ice cones, each ten zhang long, crashing downward toward the descending sword aura with a sound of air bursting!