As Zhou Xingdou expected, the scene of the third level was exactly the same as the first two levels, and there was still no one else in sight. Even Zhou Xingdou found the empty void rather boring.
"The third challenge is to survive a hundred attacks comparable to those of an emperor. If you survive, you can proceed to the next challenge."
As the melodious ancient music rang out at the right moment, Zhou Xingdou's previously somewhat dull expression turned solemn.
A hundred attacks comparable to an emperor?
Is this a test for the emperor?
To withstand an attack from a Great Emperor without serious injury is already the pinnacle among Quasi-Emperors; to withstand five attacks without dying is the height of a Quasi-Emperor; and to withstand ten attacks is already the top among Quasi-Emperors.
The third challenge immediately unleashed a hundred attacks comparable to those of an emperor. Even a freak like Zhou Xingdou, with his unparalleled physique, would be in trouble.
He now only hopes that these attacks, comparable to those of an emperor, are not from an emperor who has undergone a tribulation, otherwise even he would not be able to withstand them.
boom!
Before his thoughts were finished, the power of the Great Emperor condensed within the mist, and a beam of light slammed towards Zhou Xingdou.
However, Zhou Xingdou's expression relaxed, because he realized that the power of the Great Emperor in the mist was not the power of the Dao Tribulation Emperor.
Unless it's the power of a Dao Tribulation Emperor, it can't be destroyed in a short time. Even if the attack is powerful, he still has a chance to recover.
But when Zhou Xingdou raised his arms to take the incoming beam of light head-on, his expression changed drastically.
A burning pain surged up his forearm, and his figure was blasted back three zhang by the powerful force.
After the beam of light dissipated, Zhou Xingdou turned his forearm over to take a look. Through the ethereal purple robe, his forearm had turned somewhat black, and specks of blood were seeping from his flesh.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
But this test clearly wouldn't give Zhou Xingdou a chance to rest, as five beams of light blasted towards his body from five directions.
Zhou Xingdou reacted instantly, activating the Gods' Armor. A layer of Gods' Barrier, like a majestic armor, was bestowed upon Zhou Xingdou.
The Gods' Battle Robe is the third level of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique, the strongest protective method, and an advanced transformation of the Underworld God's Protection.
Blessed and protected by the gods, impervious to all magic, and indestructible through countless eons!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Five beams of light struck Zhou Xingdou's Gods' Battle Robe, creating endless ripples, yet remaining still and booming.
This is the first time Zhou Xingdou has used the Gods' Battle Robe, because there are almost no battles that require him to use his protective techniques. Either he crushes the opponent, or the opponent's strength is such that no matter what methods he uses, it will be useless.
However, this first use had an unexpectedly good effect. The five beams of light, comparable to the full power of an emperor's attack, could not shake the Gods' battle robes.
It's just that the consumption is a bit too much. If it weren't for the fact that all his power had been converted into punishment power, in the past, such consumption would have directly drained half of his Dao power!
However, with the added power of punishment and his formidable recovery ability, he can even weather this storm as long as the beams of light don't come at once in large quantities.
Compared to Zhou Xingdou's terrifying trial, Wan Tianzhou and the others had it much easier.
In the second stage, after Wan Tianzhou discovers that Ming Jiuyao can withstand the Extreme Heaven Light Arrow with his bare body and armor, the scene changes to Bai Yulong and Wan Tianzhou hiding behind Ming Jiuyao to conserve their strength, while Ming Jiuyao, acting as a human shield, is shot and trembles all over.
Of the 1,800 Heavenly Light Arrows, Ming Jiuyao caught at least 1,000 with his bare body. If it weren't for the fact that his armor was not ordinary and Ming Jiuyao's physique was not abnormal, the King of the Underworld would probably have to bury his son, and Zhou Xingdou would have to burn paper money for his cousin whom he had just recognized.
Fortunately, he managed to get through the ordeal without serious injury. Ming Jiuyao was so shocked that he was dizzy and covered in bruises. He was in so much pain that he kept gasping for breath.
Seeing that there was no more movement, Bai Yulong quickly peeked out from behind Ming Jiuyao and, finding that no more Wuji Heavenly Light Arrows were coming, happily patted Ming Jiuyao on the shoulder:
"Awesome, buddy!"
To get closer to him, Bai Yulong also started calling Ming Jiuyao "brother" like Zhou Xingdou did, since using someone as a human shield was indeed a bit underhanded.
Ming Jiuyao had no interest in paying attention to Bai Yulong, even though the world in front of him was trembling.
Wan Tianzhou was somewhat more kind-hearted than Bai Yulong, so he quickly took out a few medicine pills and fed them to Ming Jiuyao, then hurriedly asked:
"Brother Jiuyao, are you alright?"
The cool medicinal power melted in his mouth, surging throughout his body, and finally cleared Ming Jiuyao's mind, which had been suffering from a concussion.
As the Crown Prince of the Underworld and the eldest among them, Ming Jiuyao waved his hand lightly and said casually:
"It's nothing, just a little bit of hardship."
"That's good, that's good! Cousin, you're awesome! If I had your body, I'd be able to walk around the Primordial Yuan like a madman!"
Bai Yulong's praises came out of nowhere, as if they were free.
Wan Tianzhou also exclaimed in admiration:
"Brother Jiuyao has reached the quasi-emperor level in body refinement, which makes Tianzhou feel ashamed."
With a shout of "Pass!"
The three figures arrived in a new void. Ming Jiuyao, somewhat embarrassed by Bai Yulong and Wan Tianzhou's praise, generously said:
"After all, I'm older than you. If there are any more attack checkpoints later, just hide behind me."
As soon as Ming Jiuyao finished speaking, a melodious ancient voice began to explain the conditions for passing this level:
"The third challenge is to survive ten attacks comparable to those of an emperor. If you survive, you can proceed to the next challenge."
After the conditions for passing the test were explained, Ming Jiuyao's previously composed expression froze instantly. Bai Yulong and Wan Tianzhou also looked at Ming Jiuyao at the same time, the meaning of which was self-evident.
After being held up as a human shield by Bai Yulong and Wan Tianzhou to withstand a beam of light, Ming Jiuyao was in so much pain that he almost ground his teeth to powder, and his toes in his combat boots creaked and groaned.
But Bai Yulong's flattery followed closely behind:
"Brother, that's awesome! The Emperor's full-force attack didn't even scratch him. He's my idol."
This made Ming Jiuyao suppress his expression, preventing himself from contorting in pain, and put on a cold and stern look.
Wan Tianzhou, still acting as a representative of conscience, noticed that Ming Jiuyao's thigh was twitching in pain and immediately spoke up:
“Brother Jiuyao, just let me know if you can’t hold on any longer.”
Having just received a shower of flattery from Bai Yulong, how could Ming Jiuyao say he couldn't handle it? He stubbornly insisted:
"It's nothing, it wasn't as bad as my old man hitting me."
But as the next beam of light struck, Ming Jiuyao felt as if his deceased relatives were waving to him, and he thought to himself:
"Cousin, those two brothers of yours are unreliable!"
At this moment, Zhou Xingdou had easily blocked the last beam of light. Although the Gods' Battle Robe was torn like a sieve, he was not seriously injured and did not even need to look at the answer.
"Passed!"
As soon as the signal to pass rang out, Zhou Xingdou breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help thinking that if Wan Tianzhou and the others had undergone the same trials as him, they would probably be quite sad.
For example, even if his cousin came, he would be half dead in this level.
I hope my cousin is shrewd enough not to force himself if things don't work out.
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