NOVPUBWhen the six thunderbolts struck simultaneously, Xu Zimei still didn’t dodge.
In terms of physical resilience alone, before stepping into immortality, they simply couldn’t injure him.
And there was even less need to talk about divine soul strength. The Nine Regions Grand Body, as the strongest constitution for the divine soul, how could these thunderbolts possibly obliterate it?
Bathing in the thunderbolts, with Xu Zimei at the center, all the void around him shattered.
Even the floor beneath his feet cracked open.
The onlookers below were terrified, some already privately worrying for Xu Zimei.
"Isn’t this guy going to dodge?
Confident or arrogant?"
"Clashing directly with the heavenly tribulation, does he think he’s a Great Emperor? Seems like he needs a lesson."
"No matter what, he must have some strength; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to do this."
......
With the thunderbolts exploding, nobody could see what was happening inside.
However, when the heavenly tribulation dissipated and Xu Zimei emerged unscathed, everyone was so shocked that they were left speechless.
"This fellow isn’t hurt at all?"
"What kind of monster is he? Even the heavenly tribulation can’t do anything to him?"
"What’s wrong? Surprised?" Xu Zimei looked at Ji Ruobing and smiled.
"To be honest, it’s somewhat unexpected," Ji Ruobing replied sincerely.
"That’s why challenging me would be utterly foolish," Xu Zimei shook his head and chuckled.
"I didn’t want to discourage you, but to tell the truth, among the younger generation, there isn’t a single person who has truly caught my eye so far."
"If you had said this earlier, I certainly would have thought you were boasting.
But now, I believe you."
Ji Ruobing earnestly said, "I still have one move. If you can withstand it, I’ll admit defeat."
Xu Zimei stretched out his right hand, lifting it slightly.
Ji Ruobing’s aura immediately underwent a complete transformation.
The entire Myriad Tribulations Cone became utterly black, the previously colorful surface now completely plunged into darkness.
The profound blackness slowly revolved.
A special spiritual energy spread from the Myriad Tribulations Cone, converging and floating towards the firmament.
Ji Ruobing’s long hair moved as if there was a wind, her purple robe also rustling loudly.
A cold yet solemn voice followed.
"Divine Tribulation: Will of All Beings."
In the pitch-black sky, dark clouds massed oppressively.
Silver lightning, like long dragons, weaved through the clouds.
It was evident that this move took a great toll on Ji Ruobing; her face was deathly pale, an unhealthy shade of white.
It was as if the vital energy inside her had been drained.
The so-called Will of All Beings is the amalgamation of the mighty willpower of all life—designed to crush a person’s will at the consciousness level.
It wasn’t an attack on the body, nor an assault on the divine soul.
To be precise, it was a test of willpower.
How can the will of tens of thousands compare to the will of one? The disparity is unimaginable.
The Will of All Beings turned into a thunderbolt river.
It surged majestically through the center of the sky.
"Don’t look at it," someone shouted around the combat stage.
Although the thunderbolt river wasn’t aimed at them, even the mere aftermath was more than they could bear.
Their thoughts were in chaos, indescribable in words.
Everyone restrained themselves, avoiding contemplating the object in the sky.
As for Xu Zimei, being the center of everything, he felt the pressure most acutely.
......
Suddenly, Ji Ruobing’s figure seemed frail, the toll of this move beyond imagining.
She nearly lost her balance, steadying herself by holding onto the railing of the combat stage.
"Please enlighten me," Ji Ruobing’s voice still rang out powerfully.
This was her self-created heavenly tribulation, also her most proud technique.
She had not followed in the footsteps of her ancestor, the Myriad Tribulations Great Emperor; instead, she forged her own path.
When the thunderous river of lightning crashed down, Xu Zimei didn’t dodge.
Nor could he.
His entire being was enveloped within it, his consciousness seemingly entering a pitch-dark void.
Countless thoughts floated from the darkness, flooding into Xu Zimei’s mind.
These ideas were various, like the lives of countless people.
Men, women, the elderly, children.
As well as swordsmen, Saint Heirs of the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, ordinary disciples from other sects...
It was as if all the vicissitudes of life, a hundred different experiences,
were mingling in Xu Zimei’s mind.
If a regular cultivator encountered this, they would likely go mad.
After all, with so many lives crowding in at once, one could eventually lose oneself.
Voices in his mind kept luring Xu Zimei.
Give up the path of the Martial Arts!
With myriad distractions in this fleeting world, beauties, wealth, statuses to enjoy, why obsess over the endless Martial Path?
"Truly a heart-slaying move," Xu Zimei thought to himself.
This strike aimed not only to defeat him but also to crush his Taoist Heart.
Once the Taoist Heart collapsed, that person’s Martial Path would also be finished.
...
From the outside world, Xu Zimei stood motionless in place.
Unmoving, expressionless.
"That guy?" Ji Ruobing frowned slightly.
Logically, someone caught up in their own Heavenly Tribulation should be in pain and struggling.
But this sort of calmness, like a placid pond without the slightest ripple, was something she was seeing for the first time.
Suddenly, she noticed Xu Zimei moved.
His right hand lifted slightly, with Tyrant Shadow pointing straight at her.
The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
"You’re still far from it," Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.
"You," Ji Ruobing’s expression changed dramatically, realizing that he had broken free from her collective will so quickly.
And he did it with seeming ease.
Xu Zimei said nothing more, his Tyrant Shadow lunging directly at her.
"I concede," Ji Ruobing shouted without a second thought.
"It was just an ordinary spar, but you aimed to destroy one’s Taoist Heart, whether or not you concede.
I ought to claim some prize," Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.
As his voice fell, he had already appeared in front of Ji Ruobing.
Tyrant Shadow directly sliced off her longsword.
And rested on her throat.
"Do you want to kill me?" Ji Ruobing asked incredulously.
After all, their match was just a regular sparring session, unlike the life-and-death battles with Ao Nan.
"Kill you? That won’t be necessary, but a retaliation is due," Xu Zimei smiled.
"How do you want to settle this?" Ji Ruobing inquired.
"If I injure you, you probably wouldn’t care, with all the healing pills your kind has."
Xu Zimei pondered for a moment, then smiled, "I just thought of an interesting way."
"What?" Before Ji Ruobing could finish speaking, Xu Zimei’s Tyrant Shadow slashed right at her face.
Ji Ruobing closed her eyes, instinctively trying to dodge.
The whoosh of the Curved Blade passed by her ears, but Ji Ruobing felt no pain.
She opened her eyes, looking at Xu Zimei in confusion.
But all Xu Zimei left her was his departing silhouette.
Ji Ruobing subconsciously looked down, her face flushing in that moment.
Her purple shirt had been shredded into pieces by the blade.
Though nothing was exposed, it was quite disheveled.
"You bastard!"
