Published: February 25, 2025
“Crunch, crunch—”
In an instant, the immense and tangible winds surged forth, creating a deafening sound that echoed through the air.
The atmosphere was tense, and a palpable energy filled the space, signaling an impending clash.
Tan Yun stood resolutely, his gaze fixed ahead, feeling the surge of power within him. The tension was not just in the air but coursing through his veins, urging him to unleash his full potential.
At that moment, the ground trembled slightly beneath them, as if the very earth sensed the brewing storm of conflict.
The Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range loomed in the background, casting a shadow over the gathering forces, while the aura of multiple cultivators resonated with the promise of an explosive confrontation.
Among them, the members of the Huangfu Sacred Sect stood ready, their expressions resolute and unwavering, each one prepared to defend their honor and legacy.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the crowd, the great ancestral patriarch of the Beast Spirit Lineage observed quietly, a calculating look in his eyes. He could feel the intensity of the upcoming battle and understood the stakes involved.
As the sound of swords being drawn filled the air, the very atmosphere shifted.
The sword aura began to dance around them, intertwining with the gusts of wind and forming a swirling tempest of energy.
With every passing moment, the anticipation grew, and the air crackled with a tangible force, heralding the fierce conflict that was about to unfold.
Tan Yun took a deep breath, his mind focused, and his spirit unyielding. He could sense the power of his surroundings, feeling the connection between him and the other cultivators.
“Prepare yourselves!” a voice boomed from the front lines, breaking the silence.
The cultivators of the Sacred Sect rallied, their movements synchronized, ready to charge into the fray.
The clash of wills was imminent, and as the tension reached its peak, a fierce battle cry erupted, signaling the start of the conflict that would determine their fates.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
In contrast, the three-thousand-foot Primal Chaos Sword Shadow was annihilated with a thunderous noise. As it dissipated into nothingness, the cracked sword aura of the Wind Thunder Domain, with a speed unreachable by Tan Yun, slashed down towards him!
Caught off guard, Tan Yun quickly turned his head, and in that fleeting moment of dodging with his hundred-foot-tall body, the substantial sword aura violently struck his chest.
“Bang!”
Tan Yun's chest burst open, a twenty-foot-long sword wound gaping, blood spraying out and revealing his shining golden ribs!
“Clang!”
The cracked sword aura shattered upon striking Tan Yun's incredibly hard ribs.
“Puff!”
Tan Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, his massive body unable to withstand the force of the blow, careening like a cannonball towards a towering peak that stood hundreds of thousands of feet high beneath the sky!
“Sovereign, I’ll save you!” In his dizzy state, the anxious voice of Yuwen Jinglun echoed in Tan Yun's mind.
As Tan Yun fell with his four limbs facing the sky, he suddenly noticed faint ripples appearing in the Sea of Clouds to the northeast.
“Follow my order, don’t worry about me!” Tan Yun shouted hoarsely, “Based on my position, there is someone lurking in the northeastern Sea of Clouds! Quickly eliminate him!”
As soon as Tan Yun’s voice fell, “Boom!” he crashed into the mountainside, disappearing from sight.
With Tan Yun's entry into the mountain, the tremendous impact made the entire majestic peak violently tremble!
“Old fool, let’s see if you die this time!” In the sky, Zheng Long, holding a flying sword, dove down towards the peak where Tan Yun had embedded himself…
He was ecstatic!
The thought of finally being able to slay Tan Yun and avenge his disciple Ge Qiukong filled him with uncontrollable excitement.
At that moment, a frail old man appeared out of nowhere in the previously empty sky.
The old man was hunched over, seemingly frail and thin, with white eyes, clearly blind.