Pei Ling immediately sensed that something was wrong. The Patriarch Su Ji was swallowing the Suiyi Split God Needles slower than he was, so how had he ended up with a thousand more?
Something had definitely gone wrong!
But what?
No!
If this kept up, he might actually lose!
He had to figure out what was going on!
Besides, he couldn't let the other man pull too far ahead. Otherwise, even if he found out the reason later, it would be difficult to catch up!
Thinking this, Pei Ling reached out and drew a hundred Suiyi Split God Needles toward him.
He fought down the urge to vomit, then opened his mouth and swallowed all one hundred Suiyi Split God Needles in three consecutive gulps.
A tidal wave of searing pain came crashing over him, roaring as it swallowed his body and soul whole.
Pei Ling felt indescribable agony wrap around him layer upon layer. The unending pain nearly drove him mad; he would rather have died on the spot and had his Dao obliterated.
He endured the myriad torments of this living hell, about to cast Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust, Fear Me as Heaven, when the tribulation clouds that had filled the sky like a vast, ink-black sea vanished in the blink of an eye.
A clear, crystalline shaft of sunlight quietly shone down. Countless motes of dust swirled and floated within it, then disappeared in an instant, leaving only pure, bright sunlight, gentle and warm.
The countless Tribulation Lightning gathering among the clouds also vanished.
The majestic might of Heaven, the dreadful pressure, the rumbling thunder... It was as if they had been a mere illusion. Every trace was gone.
In the space of a finger snap, the sky cleared. Azure returned, vast and limpid as