I can't slack off; I must be a responsible rewarder and punisher.

How many tribulation lightning bolts have yet to descend today?

Those who are just beginning to establish their foundation should descend through three paths, right?

...or is it the Five Paths?

The baby, still half asleep, mumbled something, then glanced around, sensing the location of the one being punished. With a wave of its little hand, it slumped in its sleep, counting incoherently, "One, two, three... three... three... three..."

Suddenly, Shang Xiye had a thought and quickly put the Sky-Covering Stone into his storage ring.

after.

He quickly took the Sky-Covering Stone out of his storage ring, then held his breath, sheathed his sword, and stood motionless to avoid being accidentally injured.

Meanwhile, the group of demonic cultivators brought by Meng Qi were engaged in heated conversation, mocking each other relentlessly:

“With Envoy Meng personally taking action, the Ninth Prince is doomed this time.”

"What trashy war god? Compared to us, he's nothing more than an ant!"

"I must say, he does have some prestige in the mortal realm; but that's perfect, in a little while, I'm going to use his two collarbones to make a bone suona, and I'm going to use it to draw out the souls of those ignorant mortals who worship the Nine Kings, and refine them one by one, just thinking about it is interesting."

"What a great idea! I'll use his ribs to cut off a few bone spurs!"

Everyone was having a great time talking, and Meng Qi was also enjoying listening.

Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap boomed.

A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a child's arm, suddenly descended from the sky.

The demon cultivators only saw a flash of white light before their eyes.

The demonic energy mass summoned by Meng Qi suddenly exploded.

Within the churning mass of demonic energy, white and purple lightning bolts darted about like snakes, making the pitch-black mass of demonic energy appear like a terrifying cloud of calamity.

The demonic cultivators were completely bewildered: What's going on?

Meng Qi was completely bewildered and terrified:

Tribulation lightning! Why the hell is it tribulation lightning again?!

Is the person wielding the tribulation lightning in the sky a relative of the Ninth Prince?!

He's randomly attacking even when no one's undergoing tribulation; what the hell!

As if confirming Meng Qi's guess:

After the bolt from the blue, several more bolts of lightning struck down with a series of booming sounds.

And each one was more ferocious than the last.

It's all about the "I won't rest until I've smashed you to death" attitude.

Meanwhile, high in the sky, the drowsy Heavenly Tribulation Baby was still counting "three...three...three..." in a daze. In his sleepiness, he forgot that he was very prone to getting stuck on this number, and that he had driven away countless teachers when he was learning arithmetic.

Later, it was only under the tyrannical power of the Martial Saint Emperor's fist that they were forced to overcome this hurdle.

Meng Qi was terrified, and the demonic cultivators were completely dumbfounded:

Good heavens!

The Ninth Prince is indeed God's favorite son; even without undergoing tribulation, he is protected by lightning!

We can't afford to mess with them!

They've slipped away, they've slipped away...

They sensed that the demonic energy around them was receding and retreating.

Shang Xiye guessed that Meng Qi was frightened by the tribulation lightning and wanted to run away.

Meng Qi wanted to run away, but Shang Xiye had no intention of letting him go!

Shang Xiche was no ordinary person; he was the former emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

This demon is using Shang Xiche's body. If he gets away, who knows what evil things it will do in Dazhao.

In that case, it won't just be the Zhao royal family that suffers and is deceived.

Rather, it refers to all the people of Dazhao.

He cannot turn a blind eye to this and disregard the safety of millions of people for his own selfish gain!

Meng Qi was retreating while gathering his demonic energy, preparing to escape.

Therefore, the demonic mist is also gradually fading and decreasing, with Meng Qi at its center.

"Leave my imperial brother's body behind before you leave, or you will pay with your life!" Shang Xiye flicked the flame in his hand, and like a demon god imbued with lightning, he stabbed towards Meng Qi in the center of the demonic mist.