"How powerful the might of the heavenly tribulation is."
Li Xiaocheng could not help but sigh. Heavenly tribulation was a force that judged all living beings; having sensed its power, he became even more wary of it.
After all, no one was unafraid of such power.
"But I am not weak either."
Li Xiaocheng's expression turned resolute. No matter how well it was imitated, a fake was ultimately still a fake.
For a moment, purple light blazed around Li Xiaocheng's body, ultimately forming a purple spear ten thousand zhang long.
An incomparably violent aura radiated from it.
As Li Xiaocheng thrust out with his spear, the purple spear collided with the thunderous sword radiance.
In an instant, Li Xiaocheng's blood and qi churned violently. He felt as though his internal organs were about to be knocked out of place.
The sword radiance above his head was blasted apart by his thrust.
Countless strands of thunder power spread through the void.
"Great Sun Overlooks the Abyss."
Ye Lin took a step forward, holding the phantom of a great sun in his palm. Looking at Li Xiaocheng, he hurled the great sun from his hand without hesitation.
"Can your immortal power withstand such a style of fighting?"
Li Xiaocheng was filled with doubt. True prodigies always sought the greatest gains at the smallest cost in battle.
His combat experience was exceedingly rich. Supreme Arts consumed an enormous amount of immortal power, and he had always fought with the aim of spending the least to gain the most.
Yet Ye Lin was using Supreme Arts in such a way that the immortal power within him would be consumed at an enormous rate.
When two prodigies fought, whoever exhausted their immortal power first would lose first. This was a universally acknowledged fact.
Yet now,