"This kid's combat strength is indeed astonishing, but his true realm is absolutely not Daluo. If I can drag him into the eye of the tribulation, then even if he doesn't die, he'll have a layer of skin stripped off."
Jun Ling Yuan had a flash of inspiration and once again transformed into the king of sly tricks.
Everyone knew that the strength of a heavenly tribulation depended on the depth of one's cultivation.
Heavenly Prides often found themselves in desperate straits and dragged their enemies into the heavenly tribulation with them, thereby killing senior powerhouses in return and forging legends of the weak defeating the strong.
Yet few knew this: even if those swept into it had lower cultivation, the Will of the Heavenly Dao would still treat them equally, sending down heavenly punishment of the same realm as the tribulation-crosser.
In other words, once Shen Yun was dragged into this, he would have to face true Daluo Heavenly Might—nine chances of death, one chance of survival.
"Little Wretch, aren't your foundations profound? Today, I'll let you understand what it means to dig your own grave!"
Jun Ling Yuan sneered repeatedly. The Demonic Essence within him surged like a raging sea, pouring madly into several immortal weapons as he quietly drew upon the aura of heavenly lightning.
When another world-destroying bolt of lightning had gathered deep within that pitch-black sky, he suddenly opened his eyes and let out a hoarse, hysterical roar. "Die!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Before his words had faded, the Thunder-Gathering Cauldron, the Purple-Gold Pagoda, the Primordial Star Dipper... all the immortal artifacts erupted at once, tearing apart the lightning sea that filled the sky and utterly swallowing that white-clad figure.
In the unseen darkness, a pair of cold and merciless eyes of order instantly locked onto