Heavenly Tribulation Sword Body

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Li Tianming felt as though every bone in his body was being scorched by this bone-piercing tribulation fire.

He was drenched in sweat, the pain driving him half to death.

"My fire immunity is still there. This fire can't burn my foundation, but the pain is still the key!"

"Still, I can clearly feel that my tolerance is far stronger than last time."

"Keep going..."

He endured the pain, gritting his teeth so hard they creaked.

"I suddenly realized—you really can endure," Yinghuo praised.

"Bullshit. Stand where I'm standing, and you'll understand. Forget the three of you for now—Ling'er and I have one foot in the coffin already. There are assassins within the Divine Sect, and the three great clans don't seem all that united either. They're each harboring their own schemes. Outside the Divine Sect, all eight Divine Realms want Ling'er dead. I have no reason not to hold on. Blades mountain or sea of fire, I'll carry it all. Who made me a real man, the pillar holding up this family?" Li Tianming gritted out.

"I suspect you're excessively exaggerating your status in the family," Yinghuo snickered.

"Fuck off." Li Tianming could not be bothered to argue with it. Only he knew just how immense the pressure in his heart had been lately. He had chosen to bear it himself.

"Hey, hey, honestly, I understand you. We're walking on a knife's edge, and at any moment someone could stab us through the ass. Being the boss comes with heavy responsibilities, after all," Yinghuo said.

"It's nothing, really. For now, the waters are calm and the winds are still. Let them fight among themselves. We just need to use every means possible to accumulate capital. When everything falls apart, I hope I can rely on my