Why couldn't he succeed? He could.
If even he lacked that unwavering resolve, then why had he stubbornly stood here all this time? Heaven never barred every road to survival. So what if he had been trapped on the brink of death? He was still alive, which meant his life was not meant to end.
This was the best moment for him to take control of himself. He would never allow anyone to defy his will—not even the Tribulation Lightning could hinder him in the slightest.
The words "wildly arrogant" had never suited the temperament Wen Xu displayed, yet at this very moment, they were the most fitting description of him.
At this moment, Wen Xu released his sword without holding anything back. His sword intent ran wild and rampant, like a beast that had never been set free before and had finally gained its liberty.
Yet Wen Xu seemed utterly unaware as he charged headlong into the final bolt of Tribulation Lightning. The world seemed to lose all color, with only the Wind Sword spinning endlessly in his hand, guiding the direction of his movements.
At the same time, pain seemed to be ripped from his body in an instant. Wen Xu only felt his entire body grow light as the wind bore him up and slowly lowered him onto the surface of the sea. Lightning flashed before his eyes, then finally pierced straight through his body from atop his Wind Sword.
It was over.
Wen Xu lay flat on the azure seawater, the wind gently supporting him. In truth, he had already exhausted every last bit of strength, yet for some reason, these winds still had not dispersed. They steadfastly sheltered him, refusing to let him sink into the deep sea.
Had he... succeeded?
A blinding seven-colored radiance