Published: February 25, 2025
"Master, please don't be angry. It's my subordinate's failure in handling the matter." Song Huixin knelt on one knee, her head bowed, and her cold, frosty face was filled with regret.
"Get up, this matter is not your fault!" Tan Yun suppressed his overwhelming anger and said, "This person has a high level of disguise technique. Since he was able to deceive the old sovereign back then, it’s normal that you can’t see through it now!"
Before Tan Yun could finish his words, Tuoba Qingtian, who was lying in a pool of blood, trembled and mocked, "Hahaha... what a joke, truly a tremendous joke!"
"Tan Yun, even if you quell the internal strife, what does it matter? You can't even capture the murderer of Dantai Xuanzhong, don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Hmph, and now, apart from the Formation Lineage Ancestral Patriarch, the other eight meridians of the Huangfu Sacred Sect have no divine domain realm experts left. Your Huangfu Sacred Sect's power has sharply declined; just wait for my Tuoba Sacred Dynasty to destroy you!"
"When that time comes..."
"Crack, crack!"
Tan Yun crouched down, fiercely gripping Tuoba Qingtian's neck with his left hand, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, who is the one that killed the old sovereign!"
"Hehehe..." Tuoba Qingtian coldly snorted intermittently, "This general won't tell you."
"Rip!" Tan Yun loosened his grip on Tuoba Qingtian's neck and cruelly tore off his right ear.
"Ah..." Tuoba Qingtian let out a scream like that of a slaughtered pig.
"You think if you don’t say it, this sovereign will have no way to deal with you?" Tan Yun sneered, and his eyes burst out with a strange red light as he activated the primordial divine eye.
As it is well known, the stronger a cultivator's body is, the stronger their soul becomes, and vice versa.
Now that Tuoba Qingtian was severely injured and was at the eighth layer of the divine domain realm, his soul had naturally weakened. When he looked into Tan Yun's eyes, he immediately became as dumb as a wooden chicken.
"Tell me, who is the one that killed the old sovereign?" Tan Yun asked loudly.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Tuoba Qingtian truthfully replied, "It was the current crown prince of the Tuoba Sacred Dynasty, Tuoba Lin, who disguised himself as you and killed the old sovereign."
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun, Dantai Yu, the law enforcing ancestral patriarchs, and even the disciples trembled with rage!
At this moment, Tan Yun had confirmed that Tuoba Lin had disguised himself as him and escaped!
With a flicker of blue light from Tan Yun's Qiankun Ring, a flying sword, a trophy from the past, floated before him. He scanned the high-ranking officials and disciples and said with a voice like thunder:
"The Tuoba Sacred Dynasty harbors wild ambitions, attempting to invade our Huangfu Sacred Sect, and has even killed the old sovereign!"
"Today, I, Tan Yun, swear to annihilate the Tuoba Sacred Dynasty. If I go back on my word, may this sword prove my demise!"
As the words fell, Tan Yun extended his left arm, grasping the flying sword. With a sudden force from his five fingers, cracks instantly spread all over the sword.
"Clatter!"
When Tan Yun released his grip, the flying sword shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the ground.
"Majesty of the sovereign!" At that moment, a disciple from the Meritorious Lineage shouted, "For the old sovereign, I am willing to follow the sovereign and wash the Tuoba Sacred Dynasty with blood!"
Immediately, the kneeling disciples echoed in unison, their voices overwhelming the heavens and the earth.
Meanwhile, Feng Yun, who was also a spy, frowned slightly. He could see that at this moment, Tan Yun's hatred for the spies had reached an unprecedented level...
"Yun'er, leave Tuoba Qingtian to me!" Dantai Yu, remembering his son's death, said through gritted teeth.
"Mm." Tan Yun nodded heavily.
Dantai Yu, trembling with grief and anger, crouched down before Tuoba Qingtian and roared, "You damned spy, pay me back my son's life!"
Then, a scene that moved everyone unfolded.