World-Ending Lightning Tribulation

A large group of figures were flung out of the blood river, falling to the ground and twitching before their lives were extinguished.

The power of a single punch was terrifying.

Han Qingxue covered her mouth, also shocked.

Looking at Lu Chen's blood-soaked fist, which was almost devoid of flesh, her face turned pale.

She quickly walked over.

But Lu Chen grabbed her shoulder, his legs trembling slightly.

That single strike had exhausted all the energy within him.

Boundless blood energy was pouring into the sea of qi furnace and his entire body from the four great furnaces, restoring him.

As for Ji Wujue and the others, they were all terrified into silence.

"You..."

"Don't speak!" Lu Chen took a deep breath.

Han Qingxue took out a pill and placed it in Lu Chen's mouth.

"He's suffering from backlash and is recovering. Attack!" This action made Ji Wujue see through the trick. He roared and was the first to charge forward.

Seeing this, Blood Owl and another Blood Disciple, Xue Chou, along with others, also charged forward.

Lu Chen sneered and forcefully flung out the Myriad Manifestations Furnace.

Upon seeing this, Ji Wujue abandoned Lu Chen and charged directly at it.

BOOM!

To his horror, a pillar suddenly emerged from within, along with chains. At the end of the chains were the corpses of Ancient Demons.

A terrifying restrictive force descended, crushing Ji Wujue and his war chariot to the ground.

The two Blood Disciples were also affected by the restrictive force and were sent flying backward simultaneously.

"An... Ancient Demon? You captured an Ancient Demon!!!" Blood Owl's shriek was filled with utter shock.

Seeing the opening of the Myriad Manifestations Furnace aimed at them, Blood Owl let out a howl and retreated rapidly for a considerable distance.

Xue Chou and the others also retreated.

If it could capture the bronze pillar and Ancient Demons, what were they?

They were scared out of their wits.

Ji Wujue, in particular, who was pinned to the ground, fell into despair.

He thought he could defeat Lu Chen by bringing reinforcements, but it seemed he might be the one defeated.

Watching the giant furnace opening descend from the sky, Ji Wujue no longer dared to hesitate.

BOOM!

A figure suddenly appeared from within his body, directly pushing away the powerful restriction.

This figure exuded a powerful aura, the aura of a superior shaking the surroundings.

"Hmm?" Seeing the bronze pillar and the Ancient Demon corpses below, this figure's expression changed slightly.

"Father, save me!"

Ji Wujue screamed.

It was a split soul of King Yanbei.

"Suppress!" Lu Chen's eyes sharpened, and the Myriad Manifestations Furnace, carrying boundless pressure, pressed down fiercely.

BREAK!

King Yanbei's split soul raised his hand and threw a punch.

CRACK!

The bronze pillar, along with the Ancient Demon corpses, and the Myriad Manifestations Furnace that was suppressing them, were all sent flying by a single punch.

Lu Chen suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face turned even paler.

However, King Yanbei's divine soul phantom instantly became translucent.

"Die!"

The other party raised his hand and pressed down, a giant palm descending from the air, the space shattering like glass.

Lu Chen forcefully flung Han Qingxue away. The Demon Emperor Phantom reappeared, pouring all his recovered energy into his fist and clashing with the palm strike.

RUMBLE...

The heavens and earth cracked.

The massive shockwave collapsed half of the cave.

Lu Chen spat blood and was sent flying back over a thousand meters, his right arm hanging limply like cotton, his bones completely shattered.

King Yanbei's divine soul figure became increasingly transparent, almost invisible if not looked at closely.

Her aura remained, her eyes burning with fervor.

Just as she was about to move again, a delicate shout rang out: "Soul Burn!"

Han Qingxue suddenly leaped up, an Ice Phoenix phantom appearing between her brows.

The Ice Soul Sword transformed into a streak of light and plunged into her chest, while a crystal-clear soul arrow materialized on the bowstring.

As the bowstring was drawn taut, the tips of her hair turned snow-white at a visible rate.

Poof!

The arrow shot out like a rainbow!

The soul arrow pierced the center of the King Yanbei phantom's brows, its residual force blasting Ji Wujue far away.

Han Qingxue collapsed limply, caught by Lu Chen's left arm just in time.

The person in his arms had a face as pale as paper, her soul flickering like a candle in the wind.

The Bone Furnace was inverted and placed down, two drops of Blood Marrow dripped into her mouth.

Lu Chen also swallowed a drop, and his shattered right arm regenerated at a visible speed.

"You all deserve to die!" Lu Chen roared, the pure Soul Power from the Myriad Manifestations Furnace surging into his soul.

The flames of his soul suddenly flared, manifesting above his head.

Rumble...

The half-revealed sky churned with wind and clouds, a terrifying aura enveloping the area.

"Not good, he's going to undergo tribulation!" The attacking Blood Owl's expression changed drastically, and he turned to flee.

"Return to Myriad Manifestations City!" Lu Chen shoved a teleportation talisman into Han Qingxue's hand. "I'll find you later, go!"

"You must come back alive!" Han Qingxue solemnly instructed, enduring her weakness as she activated the talisman and vanished from the spot.

It wasn't that she didn't want to stay, but that she couldn't.

If the Heavenly Punishment appeared, it would draw down her own Heavenly Punishment.

"Run? Heh heh..." Lu Chen let out a cold laugh and transformed into a bolt of lightning, chasing after the Blood Owl and the others.

The Blood Owl, Xue Chou, and Ji Wujue's eyes widened in fury, their breathing heavy, their heartbeats like thunder.

Their shouts grew hoarse.

In just a few breaths, they sensed their own heavenly tribulations, the tribulation clouds in the sky outside continuously stacking.

Layer upon layer.

At the bottom was Lu Chen's Martial Dao Heavenly Punishment, and above it were the tribulations of the cultivators present, no less than ten layers in total.

Back in Eternal City, Han Qingxue endured the backlash and watched this scene, utterly despairing.

The entire Blood Fiend Battlefield was filled with tribulation clouds, the oppressive feeling capable of crushing heaven and earth.

Han Qingxue's heart trembled.

Lu Chen was throwing his life away!

The layered thunderclouds churned like a sea of ink, purple lightning snaking like dragons through the gaps in the clouds. Every flash illuminated the world in a stark white.

A despair-inducing heavenly power enveloped the surroundings.

Lu Ran's True Martial Tribulation manifested the Nine Heavenly Gates and the Magma Fire Purgatory, but compared to the tribulation clouds covering the entire world, it seemed insignificant.

Lu Chen looked up at the sky, his black robe fluttering, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, which grew more fervent as the heavenly tribulation drew closer.

His Martial Dao Will, tempered under the will statue of Tianyan Academy, was fully displayed, growing stronger against stronger opponents.

The Blood Owl, Ji Wujue, and the others had their escape routes locked by the tribulation clouds, their faces ashen.

Their Golden Core tribulations and Nascent Soul tribulations were forcibly drawn by Lu Chen's Martial Dao Heavenly Punishment. With dozens of layers of tribulation clouds overlapping, this scene left them disheartened.

None of them were prepared to undergo tribulation.

Especially those whose realms had not yet reached the required level had no chance of survival.

With a world-shattering explosion, a torrent of lightning descended, illuminating the world in pure white.

It cast the pale faces of the onlookers in an even ghastlier pallor.

"You lunatic, may you die a horrible death!" The Blood Owl roared, sacrificing the Blood Devouring Banner. Before the banner could even unfurl, the first wave of lightning struck.

Boom!

Purple lightning descended like a heavenly sword, and the Blood Devouring Banner spewed out blood energy to counter it. The lightning sword pressed lower and lower, finally crashing down with a bang, smashing the Blood Owl into the ground along with his banner.

"I won't let you go even as a ghost, ahhhhh..." The Blood Owl lay on the ground, trembling violently, letting out a mournful wail.

Xue Chou's left arm brushed against a wisp of lightning, instantly turning black and shattering. He staggered back, his expression filled with despair.

Ji Wujue fared no better. His battle halberd was twisted, his hair disheveled, his clothes tattered, looking like a beggar.

His aura was weak; a single bolt of lightning had nearly cost him his life.

As for the other cultivators, the Blood Spirit Sect disciples, and King Yanbei's forces, they didn't even have time to scream before turning into dust in the lightning.