Under everyone's stunned gaze, Fang Chen flew above Glazed Peak and compressed the power within him. It ignited in an instant, and a mighty aura erupted from his body.
Boom, boom, boom!
As that aura burst from Fang Chen, dark clouds churned above the Glazed Sword Sect. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and fierce winds rose as terrifying pressure descended from the sky.
The Saints' expressions changed sharply when they felt it. The pressure of heaven and earth was far too strong. Many of those present had undergone their Ninth Saint Tribulation only after the Spatial Storm arrived. Though those tribulations had been much stronger than before, none had carried pressure as terrifying as this.
The Tribulation Clouds grew thicker and spread wider, black and heavy, as though the entire sky were about to collapse.
"What overwhelming pressure!"
"Floating Immortal Fellow Daoist is only facing his eighth Saint Tribulation. Why is his Heavenly Tribulation so powerful?"
"Do you even need to ask? Floating Immortal Fellow Daoist is powerful, so of course his Heavenly Tribulation is stronger!"
At the sight of the dark Tribulation Clouds, the Saints began exchanging messages in their minds.
No one dared speak aloud for fear of disturbing Fang Chen, so they could only communicate that way.
After a while, the Heavenly Tribulation finally finished gathering its strength.
Boom, boom, boom!
Lightning poured down from the Tribulation Clouds, filling the sky. Every bolt had a single target: Fang Chen.
The sight stunned everyone. Among those present, they had only ever seen a display like this when Fang Chen was practicing Alchemy or Artifact Crafting.
But just as the Heavenly Thunder was about to strike him, the bolts seemed to glimpse something horrifying. They veered away and scattered in the opposite direction. Within a hundred zhang of Fang Chen,