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Translator: AnubisTL
Within the dense thunderclouds, thunder roared and surged, all drawn toward the golden killing sword in Li Qing's hand.
Boom!
Each thunderbolt stretched ten thousand zhang long, radiating a world-destroying aura as it crashed down.
Yet Li Qing felt no fear, charging relentlessly toward the Formless Saint Ancestor.
His speed was astonishing. Propelled by the Wind-Thunder Silver Wings on his back, he moved with unparalleled velocity, unmatched by any mortal.
Li Qing's plan was simple: to drag the Formless Saint Ancestor into the spirit treasure tribulation and use the Lightning-Repelling Dharma Robe to shield himself from its effects.
By suppressing the Formless Saint Ancestor with the thunder tribulation, he could then deliver the final blow with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.
This was the only strategy Li Qing could devise to break the deadlock. If even this failed to subdue the Formless Saint Ancestor, then likely no one in the world could ever restrain him.
"Kill!"
In an instant, Li Qing, wielding the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, slashed downward at the Formless Saint Ancestor.
Whoosh!
The sword's edge tore through the void, causing space itself to shatter.
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword's power was terrifying. Even before being perfected through tribulation, its razor-sharp blade threatened to overwhelm the very fabric of the Human Realm.
This was a true peerless sword, living up to its name as the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.
"Great Formless Demon Art: Void Transformation!"
The Formless Saint Ancestor murmured, and vast amounts of primordial demonic qi erupted from his body.
He abandoned his plan to use the cultivators' techniques he had plundered to fight Li Qing. Such arrogance was no longer warranted. Li Qing, wielding the Peerless Killing Sword, had awakened a long-dormant sense of danger within him.
The space around the Formless Saint Ancestor twisted violently. Li Qing's sword strike missed again, cleaving a void rift in the air.
Undeterred by this bizarre maneuver, Li Qing clung to the Formless Saint Ancestor like a leech, refusing to let him escape.
Boom!
The Heavenly Thunder pursued relentlessly, its speed barely keeping pace with the two combatants.
Yet this was a heavenly tribulation, a manifestation of Heavenly Might. Escape was impossible.
Dense lightning bolts suddenly erupted around them. Most were drawn to the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, but some struck the Formless Saint Ancestor.
He grunted, enduring the Heavenly Thunder's assault without retaliation or defense. Resisting would only invite a personal heavenly tribulation, complicating matters further.
Li Qing, protected by his Lightning-Repelling Dharma Robe, avoided the brunt of the lightning. Still, he emerged from the ordeal shaken.
Because the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, currently undergoing its tribulation crossing, was in his hand, Li Qing inevitably bore a portion of the lightning strikes.
Fortunately, the damage was superficial, not life-threatening.
"Clever boy," the Formless Saint Ancestor sneered. "No wonder you didn't attract your own heavenly tribulation. You've been using tricks to deceive the heavens, haven't you?"
As he spoke, the dense primordial demonic qi surrounding his body condensed into countless massive hands.
"Formless Demonic Art: Myriad-Handed Saint Demon!"
The demonic qi hands slammed down on Li Qing with terrifying force. Each strike could easily crush a late-stage Nascent Soul great cultivator!
Having never cultivated any sword techniques or mastered any divine abilities using his flying sword, Li Qing could only channel his mana into the Immortal Slaughtering Sword and desperately slash at the incoming onslaught.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Sword blossoms flashed as the Immortal Slaughtering Sword tore through the demonic qi hands, shattering them into fragments.
Moments later, another barrage of Heavenly Thunder crashed down.
Still unable to shake off Li Qing, the Formless Saint Ancestor was forced to endure the full brunt of the Heavenly Thunder once more.
This time, he couldn't maintain his earlier composure. The Heavenly Thunder strikes had clearly inflicted significant injuries.
Seeing his advantage, Li Qing immediately pressed his attack, slashing his sword toward the Formless Saint Ancestor to block his retreat.
The Formless Saint Ancestor froze momentarily as the thunderclouds above roared into motion, as if utterly enraged. The heavenly tribulation had sensed his presence and seemed poised to unleash a catastrophic lightning punishment upon him.
"Hmph, a mere lower realm heavenly tribulation? Do you think I would fear such a thing?" the Formless Saint Ancestor sneered. "Even if this tribulation descends upon me, I will still kill you today!"
He halted, glancing up at the gathering thunderclouds before turning his gaze back to Li Qing. His facial features had vanished, reverting to the eerie, faceless form of his true nature.
Li Qing ignored this empty display of bravado, chuckling softly. "Then please, fellow daoist, face your tribulation!"
As his words echoed, a boundless sea of lightning materialized, as if obeying his command, and crashed down upon the Formless Saint Ancestor.
But this was no single layer of lightning. Above it, two more layers of thunderous energy surged, forming a triple-layered sea of lightning.
This thunder tribulation, summoned by the Formless Saint Ancestor's dao body, surpassed even the Divine Transformation Tribulation in its terrifying intensity, making it the most formidable tribulation ever recorded in the Human Realm, past or present.
Seeing the terrifying power of the heavenly tribulation, Li Qing's eyes flashed with shock, and he retreated further.
He released his grip, allowing the Immortal Slaughtering Sword to undergo its spirit treasure tribulation.
His objective had been achieved. Now, he simply needed to wait patiently for the Immortal Slaughtering Sword to complete its tribulation and then use it to confront the Formless Saint Ancestor.
Boom!
The central region of the Azure Ridge Domain now seemed to be facing a world-destroying calamity.
Two terrifying heavenly tribulations raged simultaneously, threatening to obliterate everything on the great earth.
Fortunately, the area was desolate and uninhabited; otherwise, it would have been a catastrophe of unimaginable devastation.
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword unleashed boundless golden light, its brilliance piercing even through the oppressive dark clouds, showcasing its majesty as a peerless sword.
The sword's radiance seemed to pierce through the thick layers of clouds, its razor-sharp edge soaring toward the heavens!
Ten-thousand-zhang bolts of thunder crashed down upon the golden blade, yet they failed to leave even a scratch. Instead, each strike etched natural dao patterns onto the sword's surface, enhancing its power.
Once the thunder tribulation's trials were complete and the dao patterns fully inscribed, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword's might would ascend to a new level.
(End of the Chapter)
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