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Boom!

Yang Que collided head-on with the lightning tribulation, and the terrifying shock waves from the explosion surged wildly in every direction!

A black silhouette plummeted straight down from midair!

Bang! Bang!

Yang Que slammed into the ground with a tremendous crash. A broken sword fell with him. Clearly, the Ice Sword had finally been destroyed by this tribulation bolt!

Yang Que suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood that seemed to contain fragments of his internal organs! Cracks marked his skin, and his entire body had been scorched black.

Yang Que gasped for breath, as though missing even one breath would mean his death!

He had now endured the seventh tribulation bolt. Two remained, and the eighth was already gathering.

The spectators watching from the perimeter were already dumbstruck. Even a Soul Saint probably couldn't withstand a lightning tribulation of this magnitude! Judging by his aura, this fellow was merely a Soul Ancestor, yet he had survived it! What kind of monster was he?

One of the Titled Douluo narrowed his eyes and said, "This youngster's body is incredibly strong! He's probably already at the peak of marrow suppression! No! He's probably on the verge of breaking through."

Everyone's pupils contracted. For ordinary Soul Masters, even reaching the Soul Saint rank didn't necessarily mean possessing a body at the marrow suppression stage! Only those freaks from the Body Sect could possibly manage that. Yet even they certainly couldn't possess a marrow suppression body at the Soul Ancestor rank, let alone be on the verge of breaking through to soul shaping!

This fellow was a genius! No, even genius wasn't enough to describe him. He was a monster.

If they could recruit him into their own faction, then perhaps...

Everyone's eyes gleamed. Although they hadn't encountered the Demon Dragon, finding