Nine Emperor Images, Calamity of Annihilation!

Above Xianglong City, the dense, ink-black tribulation clouds had completely transformed.

They were no longer mere churning clouds. After violently contracting and gathering, they had evolved into nine ancient, towering thunder palaces!

Each palace was enormous, formed entirely from the purest laws of black thunder. The sun, moon, and stars were carved across them, alongside scenes of gods and demons roaring. They radiated an awe-inspiring majesty that could suppress the ages and judge all living beings.

They hung high above the heavens in the formation of the Nine Palaces, completely locking onto Xiao Yang below.

"What... what the hell is that?"

The Butcher stared up at the nine thunder palaces, his scalp prickling.

He had fought countless battles in his life and witnessed all kinds of tribulations, but he had never seen anything so absurd.

The tribulation wasn't sending down thunder. It had conjured nine palaces instead. What was this supposed to be? An invitation for someone to go up and have tea?

"Something's wrong. Very wrong!"

As the reincarnation of the ancient Electric Mother, Hong Qingcheng was far more perceptive of thunder than ordinary people.

She could clearly sense that the nine palaces held no test or trial by fire, but rather a will to kill—one that was utterly pure, cold, and merciless!

It was as if the world had already deemed Xiao Yang a malignant growth that had to be eradicated, and would stop at nothing to wipe him from existence with its most primal power of destruction.

The Lame Old Beggar's expression had grown ghastly. He stared fixedly at the nine palaces, his cloudy old eyes full of shock and fear.

"The Nine Thunder Palaces... So the legend was true... It's really over this time..."

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

"Senior, what exactly is this?"