Thunder Tribulation was not without its advantages.
Each time Thunder Tribulation occurred, it greatly forged the body.
Like refined steel repeatedly kneaded by thunder and lightning, the body became more and more resilient.
Qi Refiners only cultivated the Divine Sea, rarely paying attention to the physical body.
Thunder Tribulation, to a large extent, compensated for this deficiency.
Recently, the various bloodlines Long Fei had devoured were continuously fused under the tempering of thunder and lightning, at high temperatures.
Better than his Blood Fusion Technique, the genes in the blood mixed together, and their color started to shift towards gold.
It seemed that heaven had had its fun, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the power of the thunderbolts became weaker and weaker.
The thunder and lightning that just now were as thick as a bucket gradually shrunk to the size of a fist, and eventually disappeared altogether.
Everyone on the field breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Yingying murmured to Wang Xiaoya, "Will we also be struck by lightning like that in the future?"
Wang Xiaoya smiled, "We probably will!"
"Turn into this charcoaled figure?"
Lin Yingying swallowed and stared at something in the tribulation site that looked like charred wood, which could temporarily be called a person. Google seaʀᴄh 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽
He gave a hehe laugh, showing two rows of shiny white teeth that made all the beauties shudder.
In their hearts, they thought if this guy doesn’t return to normal, they definitely couldn’t let him in bed - too nauseating.
Bai Jie’er explained on the side, "The Three Nine Heavenly Tribulations start from three. This is just the first gateway. We don’t have to worry about this. That guy is entangled in karma, so the tribulation is so vast. We are pure and clean, the tribulation is just a minor punishment for us."
Lin Yingying smirked at Chu Feng, "Are you scared?"
In her heart, Chu Feng had committed many wrongs, far worse than Long Fei.
The young man holding the spear laughed loudly, "Scared? The word ’scared’ doesn’t exist in my dictionary. If heaven wants to strike me, I’ll fight against it, and see who’s stronger!"
The several beauties all smiled.
Just then, the sky suddenly exploded, startling all of them to step back.
Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and silently recited Amitabha, thinking that making a joke wouldn’t actually prompt a response from the heavens, right?
While they were in a daze, about a dozen black-robed people appeared out of nowhere, their longswords swiftly moving towards Long Fei down below.
The explosive sound was caused by them, apparently a secret technique that allowed them to appear out of thin air.
Chu Feng bellowed, thrusting with the Overlord Spear in his hand, which, with unrivaled pressure, whistled through the air like a black dragon and impaled one assassin, pinning him against the cliff, causing a shower of loose stones.
The assassins were fast, Chu Feng only managed to stop one.
The other assassins’ longswords stabbed Long Fei one after another.
Three swords atop his head, six in his ribs, four in his back and front.
Lin Yingying and the others exclaimed in panic, their longswords rolling as they rushed into the fight.
But suddenly, the space in front of them trembled violently, and with a loud explosion, a group of black-robed people materialized, easily three or four dozen.
"Just take care of yourselves!"
That’s when Long Fei spoke up. His blackened body swiftly stood up, with curved sword blades stuck on him, vigorously shaking his arms.
The vital energy burst out of him like a tsunami, forcefully ejecting all the assassins with a series of thuds.
Chu Feng rushed over, withdrawing the Overlord Spear and swinging it powerfully at the assassins, blasting them violently upon impact.
Lin Yingying and the others exhaled in relief and focused on defending against the enemies.
An assassin’s longsword released a burst of Sword Qi, slicing towards Lin Yingying.
With a hum from the Yin Yang Sword in her hand, the longsword rolled out, creating a barrier with Black and White Yin Yang Fish in front of her.
As the Sword Qi made contact, it exploded, instantly swallowed by the barrier of the Yin Yang Fish.
The assassin’s brows quivered, just as he was about to slash with another sword.
A mysterious light from the Yin Yang Mirror above Lin Yingying’s head shone down on him.
His Divine Sea trembled, his head spun, and he staggered forward.
Lin Yingying followed through with her longsword, two streams of Sword Qi, one tangible, the other shadowy. Yin and Yang orbited, swishing together, slicing the assassin in two.
Wang Xiaoya’s murderous intent was a bit weaker, but the Shennong Cauldron above her head was the Alchemy Cauldron Sect’s treasured artifact.
She stood amongst the assassins, undefeated.
No matter how the Sword Qi splattered, it dissipated on contact with the Shennong Cauldron, leaving no trace.
Artifacts refined by Daoists of the Mahayana Realm, invincible under Immortals.
Lin Shanshan stayed by her side, depending on her for protection, as she used her Dragon-Headed Scepter to pin one down.
Then with the Dragon Bone Sword in her hand, swishing once, a massive surge of Dragon’s Sword Qi exploded the person into a mist of blood.
The girl, as if playing a game, not only wasn’t scared but also relished the killing, her entire body’s cells seeming to dance in the midst of battle.
When An Xiaoke was with the Dragon Ancestor, she was the kind of girl who obediently practiced Alchemy and avoided trouble.
She and Wang Xiaoya had long been in sync, hiding under the Shennong Cauldron, protecting each other’s flanks.
Bai Jie’er’s red tail appeared, swishing out streaks of Fox Fire at the assassins.
Nine-Tailed Fox Fire, if refined, could be as powerful as the legendary Samadhi True Fire.
Even now, with just a single tail of Fox Fire, it was more than the assassins could handle.
As soon as the flame reached them, the assassins exploded into ash with a poof, unable to withstand its might.
Lin Shanshan joked while eyeing her tail, "Elder Miss Bai, that tail would make a pretty scarf!"
Bai Jie’er smiled teasingly, seeing Chu Feng going to assist Long Fei, she didn’t need to worry so much and focused on the assassins before her.
The thirty or so men, under their combined assault, gradually all fell, lying scattered across the ground.
In the place where Long Fei was overcoming his Heavenly Tribulation, a dozen assassins, under the onslaught of two freaks, were likewise reduced to scattered blood mist.
These assassins had thought that after Long Fei’s tribulation, his spiritual power and physical body would be in a state of absolute weakness, a vacuum of sorts.
Little did they know, this dark figure, with a mere grasp of a longsword, would roll it up with a flick of his wrist.
The refined steel longsword, in his hands, wound around his arm like dough.
With a pull, he caught an assassin, exposing fangs like a beast, ready to bite down on the assassin’s neck.
The assassin’s broad and sturdy body deflated like a punctured ball, swallowed clean in the blink of an eye.
The other assassins’ swords pierced him, but his flesh was as resilient as a monster’s.
Without using any techniques or Essential Qi, he let them stab him, merely vibrating with a puff, puff, puff, the surging Sword Qi ineffective against him.
Instead, he swung his arm, half-severed by thunder and lightning, as if whipping children, and smacked the group flying with a series of slaps.
The seemingly gentle blow shattered their cheekbones upon impact, ferociously overpowering.
Chu Feng, fighting close by, watched in astonishment, wondering if his brother had become possessed and turned into a wild beast.
Only when he saw Long Fei give him a grin did he feel somewhat relieved.
That charred face, smiling, looked uglier than crying, fiercely grotesque.
Soon, the assassins who came to murder were all eradicated.
Lying in ambush, employing spatial concealment, they were certain they could kill Long Fei.
Little did they know they’d encounter such a freak.
Long Fei grabbed an assassin by the neck and chillingly asked, "From the Hell Sect?"
The assassin’s pupils dilated with fear. Ignoring him, he chose to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
Long Fei let go and immediately swallowed a Fifth-Grade Pill from Wang Xiaoya.
His withered flesh fell away at a visible rate, revealing new skin underneath. Smooth as jade, completely unmarred; from the outside, even whiter than a woman’s by three shades.