The lightning tribulation was born in the firmament, arriving a step ahead of the dawn to illuminate this chaotic world of men.
Li Qingshan approached with his sword in hand.
The old monsters who were currently attacking had no choice but to pause their slaughter.
It wasn't out of kindness; they simply wanted to see how this unlucky fellow would die under this lightning tribulation.
Regardless, it wouldn't delay them for long.
Most importantly, the lightning tribulation was the supreme test and reckoning that the Heavenly Dao imposed upon the powerful mortal spirits of the world.
If one dared to interfere, they would be stained by karma.
In an instant, they could be reduced to ash.
Although these Tribulation Transcendence experts and Saint old-timers had all experienced it and succeeded before, another person's lightning tribulation was fundamentally different from one's own.
If the heavens truly grew angry, crushing them would be as simple as crushing an ant.
...
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
The lightning tribulation permeating the sky, after a brief moment of gathering strength, finally became like a runaway horse or a furious beast.
It fell.
It streaked straight toward a corner of the battlefield, pouncing toward the sword-wielding Li Qingshan.
Countless bolts of lightning blended together, transforming into a thick pillar of thunder that crashed down, carrying the might of the Heavenly Dao and tearing everything apart...
The intense light was blinding, and the roar was deafening.
The hearts of everyone in the Wendao Sword Sect, from the ordinary disciples to Jiang Wanyin, hung in suspense.
There was worry in their eyes and prayers in their hearts.
Please, let nothing happen to him...
As for the others, they all gloated. They had no intention of interfering; they only wanted to watch the show.
They wanted to see him die.
To die a miserable death!
Seeing the lightning tribulation fall and seeing him swallowed by it, they began to mock him.
“Hmph... overestimating his own strength.”
“Young people are still a bit too reckless.”
“Ignorant of the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth.”
“He's bent on seeking death; there's no stopping him.”
...
However...
The expected scene did not occur. Within the blinding pillar of thunder, the young man who had been weighed down by the heavenly might stood up once more.
He slowly rose to his feet and gradually straightened his back.
His mortal robes were completely shredded. Lightning roamed over his naked muscles, and his flesh was split open in many places.
His green hair crackled with wandering lightning, his face was contorted, and his eyes were blood-red.
He gripped his sword hilt tightly, his gaze cold and piercing.
He was radiating murderous intent.
Meeting that gaze, many Saints couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble.
They were bewildered.
Why wasn't he circulating his qi to regulate his breathing and deal with the lightning above? Why was he looking at them?
Could it be that he truly didn't want to live?
Or...
“You all deserve to die.”
“I'm going to kill all of you and have you buried with her!”
He suddenly roared, his fury erupting amidst the lightning tribulation.
Then, that young man actually charged toward the crowd while bearing the first strike of heavenly thunder.
“Damn it.”
“What is he trying to do?”
“This kid is insane.”
“Motherfucker, he’s sick! He really doesn't want to live...”
Indeed, Li Qingshan no longer cared for his life. He actually charged toward the invading tide of people while enduring the lightning tribulation.
“Retreat!”
“Madman!”
The Saints snapped back to their senses, their faces pale with shock. Without any hesitation, they scrambled to get out of the way, fleeing in panic...
This was someone else's lightning tribulation.
Whether one provoked it intentionally or accidentally, there was a chance of triggering the wrath of heaven.
At this moment, Li Qingshan was like a bomb that could explode at any time.
Anyone he touched would be maimed.
Who would dare to get close?
Li Qingshan bore the pressure of the lightning tribulation, ignoring everything like a rabid dog that bit anyone it saw.
Those who had previously attacked the mountain gate became his primary targets.
Some ran fast and were left with lingering fear.
Some ran slow and were caught in the lightning tribulation.
Screams and curses, accompanied by the roar of thunder, echoed between heaven and earth.
Li Qingshan had gone mad.
Not only was he mad, he was in a killing frenzy.
The lightning followed his body as it moved, performing indiscriminate attacks on the living beings in this area.
But they couldn't even fight back.
They could only run and hide.
However, under the bombardment of the lightning tribulation, this kid was like he was on drugs. Not only was his speed unaffected, but he actually seemed to be getting faster.
Many people simply couldn't dodge in time.
One by one, they met with disaster.
The entire Wendao Sword Sect was shocked, their expressions complex.
The invading Ten Thousand Races were a chorus of curses.
“Madman, he’s an absolute madman.”
“Using a lightning tribulation as a weapon... this kid really isn't human.”
“Don't touch him! Fall back! He won't be able to hold on for much longer...”
The offensive situation was neutralized by a single person. Even Jiang Wanyin breathed a sigh of relief, gaining a brief moment to recover...
But her heart never settled for a moment.
Her gaze was constantly locked on Li Qingshan within the pillar of thunder.
That was a lightning tribulation!
Could he withstand it?
She couldn't help but curse under her breath, “This child truly makes one worry...”
At the same time, a deep sense of self-blame sprouted in her heart.
If only she were strong enough, how could this child have been pushed to such an extent?
Choosing such a time and such a method to stage an unprecedented scene of mutual destruction.
Surely, after today, the world would remember that the Wendao Sword Sect had produced a madman who used the power of a lightning tribulation to battle the world's Saints.
But no matter how loud the fame or how far it spread, he would become a part of history.
Because he would die.
This was his final act of madness.
No one could imagine how he could survive in this situation and in this state.
The old Daoist felt the wine in his hand was no longer fragrant. The shock in his eyes lingered for a long time as he ruthlessly complained, “Madmen. Sword cultivators are all madmen. Not a single one is normal.”
The old cow let out a low moo.
“How can I be the same? I practice Daoist arts, a proper sword...”
“Moo.”
“You're a cow, what do you know...”
At this moment, the culprit sat up in shock, his throat bobbing as he spoke in a daze.
“It's over!”
“This time... I didn't screw you to death, did I?”
The first strike of lightning lasted for a full fifteen minutes. Everyone thought he would die, but he didn't. He actually endured it through sheer force.
Instead, many others were caught in the aftermath and were severely injured because of it.
The second lightning strike fell. He was still pouncing and killing, and people were still dodging.
They thought, surely he must die this time, right?
People did die.
But the ones who died were others.
Until the third and final lightning strike fell, the people were stunned and began to panic...
An absurd guess flashed through their minds at the same time.
They thought, surely he couldn't actually survive this, could he?
Using such a method to pass the lightning tribulation while using its power to leave them in complete disarray.
If such a thought had occurred before, they would have absolutely refused to believe it. But at this moment, they hesitated.
He had withstood the first strike.
He had withstood the second strike.
This third strike...
The cursing continued and the roars didn't stop, but no one was calling him a madman anymore. Instead, they called him a freak, a monster...
And other such terms.
They never imagined that the young man who appeared ordinary in their eyes would be so fierce—that he was actually a peerless talent.
Seeking life through death.
Burning his bridges.
They seemed to be witnessing the birth of a new legend in Fanzhou...
The disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect became even more nervous, their fists tightly clenched and their throats frequently swallowing.
They secretly cheered and silently prayed, hoping that this sword immortal—who loved wine, swords, and showing off—would create a miracle and become a legend.
Deep within the Ancestral Mountain, Lu Yuan finally couldn't help but poke his head out of his cave dwelling, looking at the fading lightning in the sky and the crazed young man on the ground.
The light in his eyes was dark and deep.
“I misjudged him.”
“He is a talent...”
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