Heaven’s Wrath and the Return of Heavenly Tribulation

The Holy Lords of the Dark Sacred Court could only watch in silence as everything unfolded before their eyes.

They had once thought that, someday, they would go east and show the East just how powerful they were.

But now, it seems...

That kind of thinking is basically just asking to get themselves killed.

......

Immortal Lord Everlost’s aura kept rising. Once he finished speaking, his attacks became even fiercer.

In his eyes,

Evan Lynn was nothing more than a spent arrow.

How long could a Golden Core stolen from someone else possibly last?

Not to mention, even though Immortal Lord Everlost’s strength hasn’t fully recovered, his cultivation realm is still several grades above Evan Lynn!

But in their duel,

Immortal Lord Everlost relied on his sword, launching fierce attacks.

Evan Lynn, on the other hand, depended more on the countless dao-patterns and techniques he had comprehended over the years.

He brought out every bit of spiritual qi he possessed, using every trick he had to its fullest.

"If you want to be an ant, that's your business."

Evan’s gaze pierced through layers of golden dao-patterns, looking at Immortal Lord Everlost who was attacking with his sword: "I only know that, even if I'm as tiny as a speck of dust, I can still rise from nothing."

"Even if that mountain is a million meters tall, as long as I keep climbing, keep going up and up, I'll eventually step on its peak!"

"Immortal Lord Everlost, I used to think you were an ancient Immortal Lord from hundreds of thousands of years ago, with a dao heart as firm as a rock—but seeing you now, hearing what you’ve said..."

Man, what a disappointment. And honestly, it's kind of laughable.

Evan Lynn shook his head.