Xu Jinhuan had been on high alert ever since the lightning tribulation appeared.
She had only read about people undergoing tribulations in novels before, and had never experienced it herself, so she was naturally very nervous, afraid of making any mistakes.
The unexpected actions of the thunderclouds in the sky successfully broke Xu Jinhuan's composure. Her mind was now filled with "How could this be possible?"
Xu Jinhuan looked at the tiny lightning bolt in front of her, which was flirting with her, and twitched her lips speechlessly.
Don't ask her how she deduced the phrase "striking a pose" from a bolt of lightning; it's something that can only be understood intuitively.
Just as Xu Jinhuan was pondering, the wisp of lightning thought it had been rejected, and it touched Xu Jinhuan's finger in a tearful manner, pleadingly saying...
"Girl, good girl, grandma, boss, master! Don't hesitate, absorb me quickly, otherwise when that stinking false god realizes what's happening, neither of us will have a good time~"
Xu Jinhuan chuckled upon hearing this and absorbed the lightning without any hesitation.
In that instant of absorption, she seemed to hear many sounds: the prayers of the people, the sounds of kowtowing, and the sounds of gratitude.
Just as Xu Jinhuan finished absorbing the first bolt of lightning, the pseudo-heavenly Dao was successfully struck by the third bolt of lightning, sending the second bolt of lightning, which had just digested its violent energy, to Xu Jinhuan's courtyard.
Looking at this complete production chain, some unrealistic thoughts popped into Zhou Ziheng's head. Could it be that he wasn't here to break up this family, but rather to join it?
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng quickly shook his head and sighed inwardly. He had really spent a lot of time with Wuyou, and he had even come up with such an illogical idea.
Xu Jinhuan easily absorbed three bolts of lightning, but when the fourth bolt struck, the pseudo-Heavenly Dao was unwilling to do the work for someone else.
He's always the one taking advantage of others; when has he ever been taken advantage of so thoroughly?
The false Heavenly Dao used its primordial power to create a perfect protective shield, ensuring that the heavenly lightning could not penetrate it and could not gain any benefit from it.
Seeing this, the thick bolt of lightning could only return to Xu Jinhuan's courtyard with a sense of grievance.
"Boss, this hurts a bit, just bear with it."
Xu Jinhuan laughed and said, "Alright, stop dawdling. Let's finish this quickly. There's another level to come after this one."
After saying that, Xu Jinhuan seemed to have thought of something, and he smiled slyly and said, "Little Lei, when I am undergoing my tribulation, don't let that pseudo-Heavenly Dao be idle. Use lightning to harass him as much as possible!"
Lei replied earnestly, "Okay, you really are the leader I've been observing from the sky for months. You're really smart!"
After saying that, the lightning bolts swiftly struck Xu Jinhuan.
While using the power of faith to resist, Xu Jinhuan carefully drew the wisps of heavenly lightning power into his body and refined them.
She realized as soon as she absorbed it that this lightning was a good thing!
And so, the tribulation continued.
Meanwhile, the pseudo-Heavenly Dao outside had to fight Zhou Ziheng while also constantly defending against sneak attacks from heavenly lightning, making him extremely exhausted.
"You think I have no one to rely on? Today I will wipe you all out!"
After the pseudo-Heavenly Dao finished speaking, he took out a short flute from his sleeve and quickly played a tune. The sound was both beautiful and unpleasant, crisp yet deep, and extremely eerie.
Zhou Ziheng subconsciously shut down his hearing. His years of combat experience allowed him to quickly change his target and unleash his destructive power on the flute in the pseudo-heavenly path.
Just as he was attacking, an ordinary citizen appeared in front of the false Heavenly Dao. The man opened his eyes in a daze and desperately protected the false Heavenly Dao behind him.
"Protect, protect," he kept muttering.
Zhou Ziheng said coldly, "Although I knew you were trash, I didn't expect you to be this trashy."
The pseudo-Heavenly Dao replied nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter how many moves you have, as long as they're effective. As long as I have this flute, thousands upon thousands of people will stand in my way. If you don't believe me, go ahead and kill them all!"
Zhou Ziheng was the zombie king in the apocalypse, and killing people was as easy as eating for him, but when he heard the words of the false Heavenly Dao, he couldn't help but feel disgusted.
Despite thinking this, he rushed towards the pseudo-Heavenly Dao, swiftly killing the ordinary man with a swift stroke of his blade, and then looked at the pseudo-Heavenly Dao with a bloodthirsty smile.
"Then let's see if you can summon them faster, or if I can kill them faster."
Zhou Ziheng remembered Jin Huan saying that only by being more perverted than a pervert can one truly gain the upper hand.
At the same time, he was quickly calculating the attack angles in his mind, trying to minimize the damage to ordinary people and maximize the damage to the pseudo-heavenly path, so as to end the battle as soon as possible.
The pseudo-Heavenly Dao was taken aback by Zhou Ziheng's rapid change of expression, seemingly not expecting such an attitude from the other party.
While the pseudo-Heavenly Dao was stunned, Zhou Ziheng gathered the destructive power in his body, compressed it, and blasted it towards the short flute in the pseudo-Heavenly Dao's right hand.
When Zhou Ziheng made his move, the pseudo-Heavenly Dao reacted, but ultimately time was limited and it was unable to dodge in time, allowing Piccolo to be tainted with a trace of destructive power.
"How dare you harm my flute! I will make sure you die a horrible death!" The Pseudo-Heavenly Dao looked at the flute in his hand with regret, and then he poured the power in his hand into the flute.
The flute, without anyone playing it, emitted the eerie sound it had before. In an instant, hundreds of people appeared before the pseudo-Heavenly Dao, and judging from their aura, they were all rare masters in the martial arts world.
Among them was someone Zhou Ziheng knew well, namely his bodyguard Wuyou, who had followed him for many years.
"No, I can't hurt Master! Master, kill me now!" Wuyou's will broke free from the pseudo-Heavenly Dao's momentary restraints and shouted loudly.
But right after he shouted those words, he became like everyone else, his eyes lifeless as he stood guard in front of the false Heavenly Dao.
"Interesting. There's an old acquaintance of yours among them? Then let me see if you really have the heart to personally kill him!"
With a wave of his hand, the pseudo-Heavenly Dao sent hundreds of people rushing towards Zhou Ziheng, each unleashing a deadly attack.
Zhou Ziheng dodged Wuyou's attack and quickly dealt with the attacker behind him.
Zhou Ziheng then rushed towards the pseudo-Heavenly Dao not far away. He knew that only by eliminating the person in front of him could he completely resolve this crisis.
Otherwise, even if Jin Huan survives the tribulation, she will still face the same situation as him.
"Luckily just now..." Zhou Ziheng muttered softly.
Just as he was about to unleash the power of destruction upon the False Heavenly Dao, the False Heavenly Dao suddenly tapped his short flute lightly with his finger.
Zhou Ziheng heard a faint sound from the flute, and a figure instantly appeared in front of Tiandao—it was Wuyou.
"Oh, sorry, I just made a casual move and it happened to be someone you know. So, are you going to kill him or not?" Tiandao said to Zhou Ziheng with a malicious smile.
Zhou Ziheng appeared to be frowning, making a difficult decision, but in reality, he was controlling the compressed destructive power on the piccolo.
So close, so very close...
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