Supreme God Emperor Chapter Vol 4 5260: I won't forgive him

Within the City Lord's Mansion.

Tang Yan was embracing beauties on both sides, filled with delight.

"Second Master, Second Master!"

A subordinate burst in, full of panic.

"What's wrong, why the fuss?"

Tang Yan frowned in annoyance and remarked, "I haven't planned to strike Yuncheng yet, so why the panic? Is it that Yuncheng's Yunge is making a call?"

"Second Master, Yunge has been slain!"

A subordinate blurted out hastily.

"Oh?"

Tang Yan remained unperturbed.

He knew the mightiest in the Cloud Pavilion was merely at the Three Talents Realm.

Tang Yan himself had attained the Three Talents Realm, outmatching any top powerhouse in the Cloud Pavilion—no one there could end him!

"No need to panic!"

Tang Yan bellowed: "I'm coming right away, prepare everything!"

"Yes!"

One subordinate dashed off hurriedly.

Moments later, beyond Dongjiang City.

Cloud Pavilion warriors stood either on the ground or mid-air, all glaring murderously at the city walls.

Right then, Tang Yan showed up atop the tower.

Gazing at the horde of Yunge warriors staring daggers at him, Tang Yan's gaze brimmed with disdain.

Next to the Tang family, the Yun Pavilion paled in comparison.

"What a bustling scene!"

Tang Yan scanned the assembly with a sneer, "Who's the Pavilion Lord of the Cloud Pavilion? Have you shown up yourself this time?"

As Tang Yan's words echoed.

Dreadful might gathered between heaven and earth, a massive sword plummeting from above to slash down straight.

Witnessing this, Tang Yan's face shifted.

These Cloud Pavilion folks ignored all conventions entirely.

Tang family Daoists and Daohai God realm experts soared skyward one by one.

"Move aside!"

Tang Yan snorted coldly, launching a fist upward.

The colossal sword descended precisely then.

Its fearsome sword intent obliterated the whole city tower in an explosion.

"Hmph!"

A icy, piercing voice rang out right away.

Mu Yun's form dropped from the heavens, eyeing the ruined tower while snorting, "I've come personally!"

From the debris, a silhouette shot upward, smeared with dirt and grime, glaring ahead and cursing: "You bastard!"

Tang Yan cut a sorry figure now, rage boiling in his chest.

Peering ahead once more, he spotted Mu Yun standing tall in black robes, and his killing intent eased slightly.

This fellow... wasn't Lu Yun!

"Who might you be?"

"Cloud Pavilion's Pavilion Master, Mu Yun!"

Mu Yun?

Wasn't Yunge's Pavilion Master Lu Yun?

"Kid, cut the deception."

Tang Yan snorted: "Have Lu Yun come face me."

Mu Yun ignored Tang Yan completely.

His palm flicked, sending the Immovable Ming Wang Sword flying forth.

"Yunge disciples, heed my command—leave no Tang family warrior alive!"

His command boomed, as the Ming King Sword surged forward toward Tang Yan.

Now, Mu Yun's One Origin Realm Dao inquiry power revealed itself plainly.

Noting Mu Yun merely at the One Origin Realm, Tang Yan's fury intensified.

This punk dared challenge him to death?

Tang Yan thundered inwardly, clenching his fists as horrific energy erupted.

Dao force howled through the skies.

Boundless gales exploded fiercely.

Tang Yan's entire body surged with power.

Dao inquiry at the Three Talents Realm.

Heaven, Earth, and Man unified as one.

In the ten great Dao realms, advancing each level transforms and elevates one's personal Dao.

The Three Talents Realm vastly outpowered the One Yuan Realm by over tenfold.

"Eight Wilderness Destroying Heavenly Palm!"

He struck with a palm mid-air, forming a thousand-zhang palm shadow that barreled toward Mu Yun.

Upon seeing this, Mu Yun slashed without pause using the Immovable Ming Wang Sword, merging his dual sword heart realms.

"Cry of the Wind!"

The sword hummed sharply.

Wind blades took shape.

As sword qi sliced out and wind blades howled, they fused together.

As if wind and sword sang in unison, charging jointly to slay Tang Yan.

The heaven-shaking palm clashed against the mighty wind sword.

Rumbling...

In that instant, the whole world filled with countless wind blades, ripping voids, crumbling realms, and swallowing all in chaos.

"The Fury of the Wind!"

Abruptly, Mu Yun's figure soared skyward once more, tearing through the boundless void lashed by howling gales as he launched another assault on Tang Yan.

The onlookers exchanged glances, completely stupefied.

Right now, Mu Yun radiated an intensely intimidating pressure.

Yunge forces swiftly overran Dongjiang City, slaying hundreds of Tang Clan fighters one by one.

Not a single one spared!

Such was Mu Yun's command!

Yet it took only the time for one incense stick to burn.

Sword qi and gale forces rent the heavens and earth, unleashing boundless savage malice into the air.

One Yunge cultivator shuddered at the sight.

Daowen-level clashes are truly brutal!

For the Pavilion Master at One Yuan Realm to erupt with such horrifying power was beyond all expectations.

Suddenly.

A dreadful force plummeted from above the ground.

All eyes widened in shock.

A blood-soaked body crashed to the earth, lying still and unmoving, fate unknown.

"Why are you just standing there?"

A shout rang out abruptly.

Mu Yun descended from the skies sword in hand, eyed the fallen form, and ordered, "We've got him—haul him back to the Tang Clan!"

"Yes!"

At once, men rushed forward and bound Tang Yan with the Wu Hua Da ties.

"You... you..."

Drenched in blood, Tang Yan roared, "My big brother won't let you off..."

"Your brother?"

Mu Yun muttered, "Tang Qiuren?"

"I won't spare him either!"

After leaving over a hundred Daohai and Daotai realm disciples to defend Dongjiang City and steady the populace, Mu Yun commanded the Yunge army eastward.

He had planned to expand Yunge steadily until fully secure.

But now, with the Tang Clan and Tiger forces lusting after Yunge and striking first, words were pointless.

Just wipe them out!

The vast Yunge warriors followed Mu Yun's lead, advancing on Tang Clan lands.

En route, every city encountered fell swiftly, Yunge banners planted atop the ruins.

In merely half a month like this, Yunge covered hundreds of thousands of li, claiming seventeen cities along the way.

On this day.

The Yunge army halted before an ancient city.

"Yuantian City!"

Zhao Wenting declared, "Tang Tiancheng, the Tang Clan's base, lies not far from here."

"Good."

Mu Yun nodded and instructed, "Tell the men: fear nothing, charge ahead boldly. If the sky falls, I've got it."

Grinning, Zhao Wenting replied, "You're selling our Yunge warriors short. Time is short, true, but don't forget the cultivation resources you've amassed over years—they've elevated them greatly."

"In some respects, Yunge's benefits outshine those of major overlords!"

Mu Yun shot back, "Let this fight remind them: top benefits demand top effort."

"The battles ahead will count as Yunge's disciple trials!"

"Fine." Zhao Wenting nodded.

As the Yunge army arrayed outside Yuantian City.

Atop Yuantian City's walls, figures had massed in droves, their aura crushing and fearsome.