Lu Xiaotian gathered in his magical power and fiercely punched the tribulation lightning crashing down from the sky.
Whoosh! His surging blood-qi carried faint beast roars as it shot toward the tribulation lightning, meeting it head-on and blasting it apart.
One tribulation bolt after another crashed down. Lu Xiaotian stood rooted to the ground, his fists mechanically pounding the empty sky again and again. There were no flashy moves, only punches stripped down to their barest simplicity—clean, decisive, and direct.
Sizzle—
Yu Ya's small mouth fell open. When she saw a tribulation bolt strike Lu Xiaotian, her heart gave a jolt. Yet even as lightning danced across his body, he didn't so much as furrow his brow. His fists continued to pound the sky without the slightest pause.
No matter how much you train in ordinary times, it seems nothing compares to the direct and effective tempering of tribulation lightning. A realization dawned in Lu Xiaotian's mind.
He had first come to understand this when he advanced from a sixth-tier body cultivator to a Golden Core-level seventh-tier body cultivator. Back then, though, he had been more or less forced into it. Now, Lu Xiaotian was doing it deliberately.
The tribulation bolts fell faster and faster. After blasting apart a barrage, Lu Xiaotian would let one bolt strike him. Once his body had absorbed its power, he would prepare for the next, repeating the process over and over.
Yet even as the bolts kept multiplying, the tribulation clouds overhead showed no sign of thinning. Instead, they gathered in ever greater numbers.
This is almost as violent as when I formed my Golden Core. Lu Xiaotian's eyelid twitched. Fortunately, he had prepared well enough.
As the blood-qi he unleashed grew stronger, even Lu Xiaotian began to feel strained against the bolts crashing