Breaking Through with One Arm Lost, the 300,000-Year Heavenly Tribulation Arrives!

The Ice Dragon carried an aura of extreme cold, freezing the air wherever it passed.

The Fire Dragon bore flames capable of burning the heavens, instantly driving up the surrounding temperature.

The Silver Dragon took the main offensive, charging head-on at the blood-red character "Kill," while the Ice and Fire Dragons attacked from the flanks.

The three dragons collided violently with the "Kill" character in midair.

Boom!

A deafening explosion illuminated the entire sky.

Violent energy waves spread in every direction, sending the surrounding Blue Silver Grass swaying wildly.

The energy storm lasted more than a dozen breaths before finally dissipating.

Chen Jianjun dropped to one knee, his left arm nowhere to be seen.

Blood continuously gushed from his severed arm, dyeing his robes red, yet his gaze was brighter than before.

"I broke through," Chen Jianjun said quietly.

At that moment, his Soul Power had actually risen from Rank 96 to Rank 97.

Lan Lingcang was not in much better shape either. Several wounds had been cut open across his body by sword qi.

But as the Blue Silver Domain's healing power activated, his injuries rapidly began to recover.

The wounds visibly closed, and the bleeding stopped.

In just a few breaths, most of his injuries had healed.

This was the terror of the Blue Silver Emperor Sovereign.

Chen Jianjun raised his head and looked at Lan Lingcang.

"You won."

He stood up. Though he had lost an arm, his back remained perfectly straight.

"By the rules, my life is yours."

Lan Lingcang put away the Blue Silver Dragon Spear and said calmly, "You may leave."

"The time for one incense stick has run out. I am a man who keeps his promises."

"And your sword intent has given me much to ponder. Leave."

"The next time we meet, it will be you die, I live."

Chen Jianjun froze for a moment.

You die, I live?

Was that even an expression?

Then wasn't he still destined to die...?

"You are too arrogant."

Chen Jianjun frowned. "Though I am not your match, there are still more powerful beings among us human Soul Masters."

"Heh, this is confidence."

Lan Lingcang smiled. "You have Rank 99 Peerless Douluo. Do you think there are no beings here comparable to Rank 99?"

"Besides, what makes you think my current cultivation is my limit?"

"I have no limits."

As his words fell.

Lan Lingcang's aura surged once more.

He activated the Demon Contract and continued sacrificing his lifespan. His cultivation soon broke through to 300,000 years.

It seemed that this plane had sensed it. Above the Blue Silver Ancestral Land, dark clouds began gathering after only a single breath.

Pitch-black thunderclouds converged madly. Lightning churned within the clouds, and the pressure they emitted was more terrifying than ever before.

"300,000-Year Heavenly Tribulation!"

Chen Jianjun was utterly shocked. "How is this possible?!"

He subconsciously staggered back several steps.

Even as a Rank 97 Super Douluo, he felt his heart tremble before a Heavenly Tribulation of this level.

This was simply not something human strength could resist.

In the sky, the pressure of the 300,000-Year Lightning Tribulation was far too overwhelming.

At the outskirts of the Ancestral Land, the Soul Beasts that had been blocking and killing the human Soul Masters instantly fell into chaos.

They fled into the distance, trying to get as far away from the range of the Heavenly Tribulation as possible.

The beast tide scattered in an instant.

Because of this, the human Soul Masters who were still alive managed to survive.

However.

There had originally been more than a thousand Soul Masters participating in this soul-hunting operation.

Now, fewer than one in ten remained.

Of them, roughly two hundred came from Spirit Hall, the Seven Great Sects, and the royal family.

After all, those they had dispatched this time were all elites, originally meant to launch the first wave of attacks.

Their numbers had been somewhat smaller.

Yet no one had expected this first probing hunt for Soul Beasts to cause such devastating losses.

Because of this Heavenly Tribulation.

Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Tang Hao, and Tang Xiao all charged inside separately.

Chen Xin was extremely worried about his father.

The moment he entered the Ancestral Land, he saw Chen Jianjun standing in the middle of the field.

His left arm was already gone.

More than half his robe had been dyed red with blood.

"Father!"

Chen Xin's expression changed drastically as he rushed forward in a single stride.

He stared fixedly at Chen Jianjun's severed arm, his eyes instantly reddening.

"Your hand..."

"Why did you come in here? Are you seeking death?"

"Don't worry. I won't die."

Chen Jianjun's tone was calm, as though it were not his own arm that had been severed.

"One arm in exchange for a breakthrough. It was worth it."

"But..."

"No buts."

Chen Jianjun interrupted him. "Being alive is already fortunate enough. Do you know who that guy over there is?"

"We will not be so lucky next time. It is time to leave."

Chen Xin looked up at Lan Lingcang in midair.

That blue-gold figure hovered in the air, looking up at the thunderclouds overhead.

His eyes were as calm as though he were watching an ordinary rainstorm.

What kind of monster was this man...?

On the other side.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao also charged in.

At a glance, they saw Tang Xuan lying on the ground, covered in blood, his eyes rolled back, looking like a dead dog.

"Great Elder!"

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao could not help crying out.

But they were completely powerless, because a group of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts stood beside Tang Xuan!

Lan Lingcang did not stop them.

He had no time for them now. The Lightning Tribulation in the sky was the thing that would truly kill him.

"Lan Sen."

Lan Lingcang's voice echoed through the domain.

"My Emperor, this subordinate is here!"

"Return to the Ancestral Land. Increase the energy output and protect the clansmen."

"By your command!"

The six Blue Silver Kings retreated back to the core region of the Ancestral Land.

They drove their vines deep into the ground, forming an enormous energy barrier.

Ah Yin stood at the center of the Ancestral Land, looking up at the sky.

Her eyes were full of worry, but she could not offer any help.

She could not even get close to a Heavenly Tribulation of this level.

Lan Lingcang hovered alone in midair.

He glanced down at the three Title Douluo restrained on the ground.

Mad Blade Douluo, Crushing Rock Douluo, and Tang Xuan.

The three were bound tightly by Blue Silver Vines, unable to move.

"Perfect."

A smile curled across Lan Lingcang's lips.

"One should bring sacrifices when crossing tribulation."

Three thick Blue Silver Vines surged from the ground in an instant.

The vines coiled around the bodies of the three Title Douluo and lifted them high into the air.

"Y-you... what are you trying to do?!"

Mad Blade Douluo's expression changed drastically.

Crushing Rock Douluo struggled desperately, but his Soul Power had already been exhausted.

He simply could not break free.

Tang Xuan was still unconscious, completely unaware of what was happening.

Lan Lingcang did not answer.

He looked up at the sky.

The first Thunder Dragon had already taken shape within the clouds.

It was an incomparably thick bolt of purple lightning, shaped like a giant dragon.

The Thunder Dragon twisted through the clouds, and the pressure it released made the entire forest tremble.

"It is here."

Lan Lingcang's eyes narrowed as the vines suddenly lashed upward.

The bodies of the three Title Douluo were hurled directly into the sky, right into the path of the diving Thunder Dragon.

"No—"