But how could he break through the tribulation quickly?
The first punishment tribulation had been crossed at the peak of the Fourth Tribulation, and it had taken more than half a year. Now, this second, doubled punishment tribulation had come, while he was only at the initial stage of the Fifth Tribulation. How could he possibly succeed so easily?
"This punishment tribulation will only grow more and more terrifying. How am I supposed to cross it quickly?"
If he could unleash the Mad Beast Sword Dao, it would be much easier—but he could not. Otherwise, heaven and earth would collapse.
"I'll wait and see first. Let's see what happens with Brother Xianpo first," Sikong Jing muttered to himself.
Somewhere within the Burial Emperor Battlefield...
The frenzied battlefield yin spirits howled as they continuously spawned all kinds of power.
This was a Burial Emperor Tribulation countless times larger than the one on Sikong Jing's side.
Within the tribulation, a tall, dark-skinned figure stood ramrod straight. His shirt had long since vanished, exposing his lean, powerful body.
The sword intent around him was pushed to the limit. There was the sword intent of the six senior siblings of the Sword Shatter Emperor, his own sword intent, and, naturally, intense Nine Heavens Sword Intent. The aura of the Sword Clan surged to its utmost extreme.
He was Yu Xianpo. His Emperor Tribulation had already lasted several years.
"At most ten more days, and I'll be able to break the tribulation—as long as I blast through this final frenzied bombardment."
His confidence soared. During these years within the Emperor Tribulation, Yu Xianpo's Sword Dao had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had likewise become increasingly adept at wielding the newly formed Emperor power.
But just then, a vast voice descended. "Young one