On the platform, thunderclouds converge.
One rumble of thunder after another sounded.
One after another, they slashed down fiercely.
Lightning flashed, and at this point, it was impossible to see Zhao Ziyi's condition with the naked eye.
The cultivators could only close their eyes and scan that area with their divine sense.
Zhao Ziyi remained seated cross-legged on the ground, unmoved.
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight...
Song Chen mentally counted the number of heavenly lightning bolts, his heart pounding in his throat.
Sand and stones flew everywhere, and fallen leaves were shredded into pieces.
Forty-eight, forty-nine!
Song Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.
The thunderclouds showed no sign of dispersing.
Song Chen's heart sank.
It seems Zhao Ziyi is about to face the Nine-Nine Heavenly Thunder.
"Why isn't the tribulation over yet?"
"—It's actually the Nine-Nine Heavenly Thunder!"
"Zhao Ziyi is quite talented too."
"Each bolt of lightning is more powerful than the last. Tsk tsk tsk, Zhao Ziyi will probably not survive!"
The thunder continued relentlessly, each bolt striking down.
Suddenly, Song Chen opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping across the opposite side, clashing with Mu Feng's sinister eyes.
What are you going to do?
Song Chen roared and activated his spiritual energy, thus activating the "Elephant Devouring Mystic Art".
He instantly appeared in front of Mu Feng, grabbing Mu Feng's throat tightly with one hand. With just a little force, he could kill Mu Feng instantly.
Tell me! What were you trying to do?!
Just now, Mu Feng secretly approached the protective array. If it had been a second later, Mu Feng would have stepped into the array!
Stepping into the formation will affect Zhao Ziyi's lightning tribulation.
As the protagonist, Mu Feng might bring about a great calamity.
Mu Feng, realizing his plan to harm someone had failed and the situation was turning against him, immediately cried out, "Wan Tian! Save me!"
Li Wantian's arrogant voice rang out, accompanied by a sword aura that swept fiercely towards Song Chen and the formation behind him.
"Song Chen! Don't think I'll hold back!"
Upon hearing this, Song Chen's face was filled with anger, and his eyes were filled with coldness.
If he were to take a step back now, the attack would land on the formation.
He leaped forward.
He withstood a sword strike head-on.
Then he grabbed Mu Feng by the throat with one hand.
With a swift movement, as fast as lightning, he arrived directly in front of Li Wantian, his spiritual energy bursting forth.
With the protection of the Heavenly Dao and the karmic connection, Mu Feng dared not make a move. How could Li Wantian possibly provoke him?
"Song Chen, you..." Li Wantian wanted to say a few more harsh words, but the next second, excruciating pain, like his bones being torn apart, struck him.
He couldn't help but roar loudly, spitting out bright red blood.
"ah!!!"
After dismembering Li Wantian's limbs, Song Chen raised a foot and crushed Li Wantian's chest.
"Li Wantian! Golden Core cultivators are useless against me!"
Song Chen possesses eight spiritual roots, and his internal spiritual energy is abundant, not much weaker than that of a Golden Core cultivator.
Coupled with his rare body-refining techniques, Song Chen's powerful physique makes him an overwhelming force against those in the Golden Core stage.
"Boom! Boom!"
A loud bang echoed in the sky.
Before the thunderclouds could even gather, a bolt of lightning struck directly down.
The cultivators on the platform were so frightened that they all ran away, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
Their eyes were filled with fear. Why had the lightning tribulation started striking Song Chen?
A flash of silver lightning, like a sharp blade, pierced straight into Song Chen's head.
Song Chen circulated his spiritual energy, and the protective golden light of his body instantly enveloped him.
Several bolts of thunder struck, and Song Chen's clothes were completely torn to shreds.
After the lightning tribulation disappeared, Song Chen's skin turned bright red, and some areas even turned charred black.
His eyes were filled with ferocity as he shouted, "Again!"
Since striking Li Wantian would also summon heavenly lightning, why not target Mu Feng instead!
Song Chen, wielding a flying sword, severed Mu Feng's arm with a single strike.
Thunder roared in the sky, its power even stronger than Zhao Ziyi's current 64th Heavenly Thunder!
A silver lightning bolt, as thick as a vat, struck down instantly.
Song Chen held the spirit wine in his hand, tilted his head back, and drank it down.
Silver lightning surged through his body. Song Chen gritted his teeth, excruciating pain coursing through his entire body.
Especially the meridians, which were shattered beyond recognition by the lightning tribulation.
Song Chen activated his lightning spiritual root, frantically absorbing the lightning-attribute spiritual energy within his body, which finally made him feel a little better.
This happened in just a few breaths.
Everyone was speechless.
Li Wantian collapsed to the ground, barely alive.
Mu Feng's arm was broken, and Song Chen grabbed his neck.
Song Chen's upper body was charred black, his muscles were exposed, and his body was covered in wounds, with silver arcs of electricity running through them.
"Song Chen! You injured a member of the Wan family! Do you think the Wan family has no one to rely on?!"
A voice filled with anger rang out.
A sword light flashed from behind, it was the Nascent Soul stage cultivator from the Li family who made the move.
Song Chen had no time to dodge, and a huge wound was pierced through his left shoulder.
But Song Chen revealed a terrifying smile, thinking: You're in trouble, you've hurt Mu Feng.
Although he didn't have time to dodge, he pulled Mu Feng in front of him.
When the flying sword pierced through him, it also pierced through Mu Feng's abdomen.
With a look of regret, Song Chen whispered to Mu Feng:
"Why didn't I connect it to your dantian? What a waste."
A loud rumble came from behind Song Chen.
The Nascent Soul elder from the Li family hadn't even had time to react before he was struck by lightning.
Before they could even utter a shout, they were annihilated, their bodies and souls turned to ashes and scattered in the air.
Song Chen sneered, "As expected, it's a fake Nascent Soul cultivator."
The book states that a true Nascent Soul cultivator can break through the Nascent Soul stage and teleport.
Even if the physical body is destroyed, the nascent soul can still escape, leaving a sliver of hope for survival.
Upon seeing this reversal, the platform fell silent instantly.
It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
If Song Chen could win against a Golden Core cultivator, that would be one thing.
He's at most a genius.
But now, even the Nascent Soul stage...
The thunderclouds above Song Chen's head were terrifying, even more ferocious than the thunderclouds above Zhao Ziyi's side.
For a time, no elder dared to step forward and interfere in Song Chen's affairs.
When it comes to anything related to Zhao Ziyi, Song Chen goes crazy!
The elders were also afraid; what if this silver lightning tribulation struck them next time?
Perhaps the lightning on Song Chen's side absorbed the power of the tribulation.
The lightning tribulation on Zhao Ziyi's side slowed down, and the last ten lightning bolts fell weakly, like a tickle.
As the lightning tribulation dissipated, a sky full of colorful rays of light appeared.
The gentle spiritual energy transformed into droplets, falling like raindrops.
All the cultivators on the platform were bathed in spiritual energy and rosy light.
The cultivators all began to sit cross-legged in meditation, not daring to waste this hard-won opportunity.
Zhao Ziyi's aura was rising steadily.
His momentum only stopped rising when he opened his eyes.
"Song Chen! I did it! I'm now a Golden Core cultivator!"
Zhao Ziyi cheered and hurriedly looked for Song Chen beside him.
But Song Chen was not there; he only saw a cultivator whose body was completely black, and whose skin was torn and bleeding like a bloody man.
"Song Chen?"
Zhao Ziyi felt a sharp pain in her heart, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
He quickly wiped his watery eyes and ran to the blood-soaked man's side.
He rummaged through his storage bag and found the best restorative pills and the finest spiritual wine.
"Song Chen, eat quickly, sit down and rest. I'll protect you! Everything is over now, it's my turn to protect you!"
Song Chen swallowed the pill and sat cross-legged.
Zhao Ziyi sat down facing him, palms touching, and used his spiritual energy to help Song Chen repair his meridians.
When the spiritual rain subsided, some cultivators around them woke up.
Zhao Ziyi then stood up.
Holding a magical flying sword, he stood beside Song Chen like a god of war, protecting him.
"Hmph! A mere Golden Core cultivator has caused such a commotion!"
A shout came from afar.
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