Blazing lightning tore through the sky.
The earth dragon opened its jaws and roared, shaking the heavens.
In just an instant, lightning far more terrifying than the first tribulation bolt crashed down onto the earth dragon's body.
Bolt after bolt struck, piercing straight through the dragon's body.
Dirt and stone flew everywhere.
The giant dragon let out an angry, guttural howl, desperately drawing new earth and stone from the ground to restore its body.
But this time—
The dragon's recovery speed couldn't keep up with the damage from the tribulation.
Those terrifying wounds shattered the earth dragon completely.
Utterly crushed.
That overwhelming power, with unstoppable force, tore through the dragon's body layer by layer in an instant.
The earth dragon cried out in rage and sorrow, but it was useless.
Heaven’s will loomed overhead.
The dragon’s body, painstakingly built up before, now seemed as fragile as paper.
The second Heavenly Tribulation bolt was far more terrifying than the first.
Evan Lin listened to the sounds overhead.
He slowly opened his eyes. In the depths of the young man’s gaze, darkness and brilliance flashed, along with a calm that words could not describe.
Even facing a tribulation that threatened to wipe him out, Evan remained composed and unflustered.
As long as Lily Zhao wasn’t here, as long as the people he cared about weren’t standing under the tribulation, the Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord’s dao-heart would remain steady—unbreakable.
"If you want a fight, then let’s fight."
Evan Lin slowly stood up, stepping onto his fire dragon. His black hair whipped wildly in the storm winds.
"Four‑Directions Sword Array."
Evan called softly.
Before him, four longswords stood upright, each in their place.
The Dustleave Ancient Sword in front of him radiated waves of ancient, boundless aura.
This sword, once hidden in the Moore family woods and unseen for years, felt ancient the first time Evan held it.
After that, its brilliance faded, leaving only its old, unadorned form—no hint of supernatural power.
But now, the ancient sword hovered before Evan, its blade trembling under the Heavenly Tribulation.
The ancient aura gathered on Dustleave suddenly swelled, becoming vast and majestic.
It stood there, as if it alone held up the world.