Tantai Wuye of Kunlun was in an even more wretched state. The spirit sword he had always prided himself on was now covered in cracks.
Another crimson tribulation bolt came crashing down. With a sharp CRACK!, the spirit sword shattered into dust. He grunted as the bolt cleaved his right arm clean off.
"What kind of demonic art has this boy cultivated?!"
Ouyang Xuanfeng of the Mystic Heaven Sect was scorched from head to beard, and the Eight Trigrams Disc floating above his head spun slower and slower.
To his horror, he discovered that cracks had begun to appear in the Divine Sea he had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years.
Bai Zhentian of the Heavenly Saint Sect suddenly threw back his head and laughed harshly. "Have none of you seen it yet? This isn't an ordinary heavenly tribulation—it's the legendary Tribulation of No Return!"
Before his words had even faded, a golden bolt of lightning pierced his crown. The long-renowned elder nearly turned to charcoal on the spot.
Yun Yuhong of the Joyous Union Sect was aghast. The illusions conjured by the twelve talismans she had offered up vanished in the lightning.
"Demon King! You deliberately lured us into this tribulation!"
She shrieked curses, only to see the person playing the zither curl his lips into a cold smile.
The music suddenly quickened, like the clash of spears and the thunder of warhorses. The tribulation lightning filling the sky surged with it, taking the shapes of divine beasts—dragons, phoenixes, qilin, and more—as they pounced down.
The six experts let out despairing howls. Their protective astral energy burst one after another, and their bodies began to crumble apart.
Wang Xian opened his eyes, and it seemed that galaxies revolved in his gaze.
He dragged his fingers firmly across the strings.