Then he swung the "Great Sword" in his hands, sweeping it toward Tribulation Lightning.
Boom, boom, boom... Bolt after bolt of Tribulation Lightning slammed into the "Great Sword."
Every impact knocked Li Yichen a little lower out of the air. By the time all twelve bolts were over, he had been driven into the ground, with everything below his chest buried in the dirt.
He finally managed to pull himself free. "Pfft..." He spat out another mouthful of blood, and his hundred-meter-long Great Sword dimmed considerably.
"How embarrassing. Seriously embarrassing." Li Yichen wiped his mouth. "Good thing nobody saw that..."
Looking up at the now much smaller Tribulation Cloud, Li Yichen raised his middle finger and curled his lip. "Running out of steam, huh? I'm perfectly fine. Mad yet?"
"Idiot..." A faint, ethereal voice seemed to drift down from the sky.
"What the hell..." Li Yichen's jaw nearly hit the ground. "Hey... did someone just say something?"
Then he saw the Tribulation Cloud, which had resembled a millstone, begin to change. Eventually, a long finger rose upright from the center of the disk.
"Fuck..." Li Yichen's face turned green. "Is nobody going to do anything about this? Since when did heavenly tribulations include personal attacks? Is it... is it insulting me?"
"Now that, I can't let slide." Li Yichen gritted his teeth and poured every last bit of his spiritual energy into the Yao Light Sword. Its dim sword radiance instantly blazed to life again.
He wasn't finished. After a moment's thought, he poured the power of the Yin-Yang Twin Flames into it as well.
In an instant, two fire dragons, one black and one white, flickered in and out of sight within the hazy, pale sword.
Once he had gathered all his power into the great sword, he gave