No sooner had Li Piaoyue finished speaking than the dark clouds overhead began to churn once more.
Eighteen Heavenly Thunders, radiating an even more terrifying aura of destruction, appeared majestically again.
Lightning interwove, and fine cracks spread across the sky like an enormous spiderweb.
Before the Heavenly Thunders even descended, their immense might erupted.
The seawater below was pressed down a hundred zhang, and the East Sea Sword Saint above the sea sank with it.
His expression involuntarily turned grave, showing just how tremendous the pressure he bore was.
Yet he remained unhurried and unflustered. Forming a sword seal with his hand, he still faced it with lofty pride.
Sword-qi clouds gathered once more.
Eighteen plain and unadorned sword qis, yet carrying sharp and fierce sword intent, floated in the air.
Yet the sword qis did not move.
As though sensing something, the eighteen azure Heavenly Thunders above struck first, crashing down from the sky.
Under the bombardment of the Heavenly Thunders, the eighteen sword qis in the air shattered in an instant.
Thunderbolts raced forth, arriving before the East Sea Sword Saint in the blink of an eye.
"Not good!"
"The second wave of Heavenly Tribulation is descending this quickly?"
"With such terrifying Heavenly Thunders, once he is struck, his soul will scatter and his spirit will disperse. He will surely die!"
The sudden change drew cries from the heterochromatic eyed cultivator and the others.
Their pupils had only just contracted.
Yet the East Sea Sword Saint remained calm and composed, still as an abyss, firm as a mountain, without the slightest trace of panic.
His brows shifted slightly.
Boundless sword intent burst from his eyes.
A sword mark suddenly appeared between his brows, glowing faintly. Then... a pale gray flying sword roughly nine inches long appeared before him.