At this moment, after absorbing thirty percent of the pure energy from the Seven-Colored Tribulation Lightning, Xiao Yao's aura had grown ever more vigorous and profound.
After absorbing this energy, although I didn't break through by one star, I've reached the peak and perfection of One-Star Dou Zun, Xiao Yao sighed inwardly. This shows just how vast the gap is between each star-level breakthrough. The energy required is truly enormous, far beyond what ordinary cultivation can achieve.
Once I endure this final round of Tribulation Lightning, it should be the final fight to the death. A faintly mocking smile curled across Xiao Yao's lips. After all, I made them suffer quite badly before. Once they survive this Tribulation Lightning, they'll definitely come after me for revenge without regard for anything else. But after being tempered by the Tribulation Lightning, even if they retain some of their strength, it will likely be less than a tenth. When the time comes, who lives and who dies remains uncertain...
Xiao Yao was immersed in his thoughts, yet danger was quietly closing in.
In an instant, a powerful, life-threatening sense of suffocation washed over him like a tidal wave.
The feeling came so suddenly that before his mind could fully react, his body had already responded on instinct, honed through years of cultivation.
Xiao Yao tilted his head slightly, and an attack condensed from raindrops, sharp as a fine needle, streaked past his cheek, carrying a cold chill and a faint scent of blood.
When Xiao Yao came back to his senses and followed the trail, he saw the Ninth Heavenly Venerable standing not far away.
The Ninth Heavenly Venerable's once-deep-blue robe was now torn and tattered, stained with blood and scorched black in many places. Clearly, he had suffered grave injuries in the