The rolling thunder finally found its target, and suddenly, thunder roared across the sky.
"Holy crap, someone's actually undergoing tribulation?!"
"I thought some alien race was coming..."
"Who isn't?"
"The key question is, hasn't this tribulation been brewing for far too long? What level of tribulation is this?"
Suddenly, someone raised a trembling hand and pointed deep into the thunderclouds: "Look, isn't that a red thundercloud...?"
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
The first bolt of lightning was a crimson mystical lightning, which shows just how monstrous this person was; it was as if the heavens themselves were trying to strike him to death.
"Does anyone recognize him? Who is this guy?"
"...Everyone, I just remembered someone."
"Yes, me too."
"same."
Everyone fell silent again.
No, how long has it been?
From the time this kid started cultivating until now, it seems like only a little over ten years have passed, yet he has already reached this point?
Sainthood is the highest level of cultivation on Earth today, a realm that countless people can never reach even in their entire lives.
In less than fifteen years.
Less than fifteen years!
Jiang Wuyuan had no idea of the shock felt by everyone.
His entire focus was on the lightning tribulation, and he didn't even see the countless swords gathering from the distant horizon.
They stood motionless around the edge of the lightning tribulation, lifeless yet seemingly witnessing a miracle.
Xia Fusheng also stood in the distance.
He had just ordered the nearby residents to be dispersed, partly to prevent Jiang Wuyuan from being disturbed during his tribulation.
More importantly, he feared that these ordinary people would be struck dead by the aftershocks of the lightning tribulation.
boom!
All the murmurs and whispers fell silent under the first bolt of lightning, the crimson lightning even taking shape.
It resembled a bright red dragon.
His eyes were filled with lightning, and when Jiang Wuyuan looked up to meet his gaze, he could clearly sense that this being was staring at him.
It was as if they were searching for his weakness, wanting to kill him with a single blow.
Unfortunately, it was just a dream.
Jiang Wuyuan held the Devouring Star in his hand, and the little blood pill figure inside his body slowly stood up and assumed the same posture.
Then, the two people, one big and one small, raised their arms and swung at the same time!
A terrifying sword light erupted silently, slicing through the sky and tearing apart space, creating a massive spatial collapse beneath the thunderclouds.
The eternal darkness and the overflowing spatial turbulence directly pulverized the red dragon that launched the attack at the same time into dust.
Moreover, the sword light had not stopped advancing.
Until it pierced through the clouds, shattering half of the red thunderclouds that looked like 'blood-stained half the sky'!
Chant—
The swordsmanship resonated at that moment, its sound lingering and never ceasing.
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