Chapter 0872 The Power of Tribulation Lightning

Chapter 0872 The Power of Tribulation Lightning

Xian Rujing, who had been suppressing her fury, unleashed the terrifying might of her Heavenly Tribulation Divine Arts.

Those female disciples from the Mystic Realm Dragon Gate, all at the late-stage Martial King Realm, were instantly charred into blackened husks, strewn about like burnt carcasses.

The disciples of the Dragon King Manor had previously witnessed Xian Rujing and Qin Yun’s duel.

During their duel, they had seen the power of Xian Rujing’s Heavenly Tribulation Divine Arts.

However, back then, despite the Tribulation Lightning pummeling Qin Yun repeatedly, he always managed to stand up, giving the impression that her attacks weren’t particularly strong.

Now, seeing Xian Rujing dispatch with ease those late-stage Martial King Realm women, everyone was compelled to acknowledge just how terrifying her Tribulation Lightning truly was.

Xian Rujing, seeing the devastation wrought by her Tribulation Lightning, finally regained some confidence.

Her previous inability to defeat Qin Yun during their duel had made her doubt the power of her own abilities.

But now, it wasn’t just Xian Rujing—everyone else was quietly awed by Qin Yun’s inhuman endurance.

After all, during their earlier duel, Xian Rujing’s Tribulation Lightning had relentlessly battered Qin Yun, yet he still refused to fall.

The young men from the Mystic Realm Dragon Gate, seeing their wives turned to grotesque, smoking husks, felt equal parts horror and anguish.

Their knowledge of Qin Yun and Xian Rujing was secondhand at best, making them assume the pair were merely at the initial stage and late-stage of the Martial King Realm.

As peak Martial Kings from the Mystic Realm Dragon Gate, they had assumed they could easily overpower lesser cultivators.

But now, it seemed far from simple!

Xian Rujing fixed them with an icy stare at the remaining Dragon Gate disciples and hissed, "Let me deal with them!"

As she spoke, two Snow Spirits fluttered forward, accompanied by a glacial tempest that howled toward the disciples.

"Don't overestimate yourselves! We are peak Martial Kings—you're no match for us!" Long Ji roared. "You killed Black Brother! The elders of the Mystic Realm Dragon Gate will never let you go!"

Qin Yun, furious, snarled in response, "Who told you bastards to dare lay hands on Rujing and humiliate her? You brought this upon yourselves! And don’t think your elders can save you—if they dare come, I’ll teach them a lesson too!"

The two Snow Spirits, like winter wraiths, circled the Dragon Gate disciples, whipping up a blizzard.

ROAR!

Long Ji produced an enormous ancient bronze bell.

The bronze bell hovered in the air, resounding not with metallic tones but with draconic roars!

The bell’s sonic waves carried scorching heat, parting the glacial gales and snow.

"Snow Spirits, return!" Xian Rujing quickly recalled them, then raised her jade-like hand, summoning multiple bolts of Tribulation Lightning that hammered down with thunderous detonations, setting the air ablaze with light.

The violent shockwaves cracked the walls of the great hall, bringing the structure to the brink of ruin!

Qin Yun tightened his grip on the Soul Sacred Blade, ready to act at any moment.

Xian Rujing’s face was frost-cold, her pristine white dress fluttering as chilling air radiated from her. Her delicate hands moved with precision, controlling the Tribulation Lightning as it struck the Mystic Realm Dragon Gate disciples.

The disciples desperately conjured their own artifacts to block the lightning.

It had to be admitted—these Dragon Gate disciples were indeed formidable. Not only were their artifacts powerful, but their reflexes and adaptability were also exceptional.

Otherwise, they would’ve been crushed long ago under Xian Rujing’s raging Tribulation Lightning!

Qin Yun stood beside Xian Rujing, his heart pounding in shock.

Xian Rujing was only at the late-stage Martial King Realm, yet bare-handed, without weapons or artifacts, just her Divine Arts, she could suppress several Peak Martial Kings.

The Longmen disciples were stunned, their regret palpable, terrified by Xian Rujing's strength.

They were barely holding on against the storm of Tribulation Lightning—and only because they teamed up.

KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM!

The large house collapsed, and many hurriedly released their power to shield themselves from the debris.

Xian Rujing went wild, hurling Tribulation Lightning like a storm, letting loose all her pent-up fury, continuously bombarding those Longmen disciples.

"Xian Rujing, you can’t finish us off that easily! Let’s see how long you can last!" Long Ji sneered. "Our elders will arrive soon! By then, both of you will be finished!"

Xian Rujing snorted coldly, "Relax—your elders will only find your corpses!"

After speaking, she glanced at those charred women—their charred bodies still twitching.

With a thunderous roar, several bolts of lightning struck them, shattering their bodies into pieces and exploding into a cloud of mist.

Qin Yun darted through the mist, collecting their Purple-Gold Martial Souls.

"Xian Rujing, you’ll die a horrible death!" Long Ji bellowed, veins bulging.

The Longmen disciples were a pitiful mess now, their wives already dead by Xian Rujing’s hand!

"The moment they attacked me, they were already dead! You brought this upon yourselves!" Xian Rujing’s voice was ice, laced with murder.

Her Tribulation Lightning grew even more ferocious, battering their defensive treasures like a hammer!

The crowd gaped—Qin Yun’s endurance was monstrous, recalling how he had withstood such lightning with pure physical strength in the arena.

Qin Yun knew Xian Rujing’s power far surpassed his own. If not for that mental-energy ambush earlier, defeating her would have been impossible.

Meanwhile, Xian Rujing admitted Qin Yun’s raw strength was insane, making her loss understandable.

Seeing how those Longmen disciples struggled to counterattack even with their treasures, she realized her Tribulation Lightning was indeed formidable.

It only looked weak next to Qin Yun’s freakishness.

The spectators watched from a distance, hearts in their throats, praying for the elders to arrive soon—otherwise, those Longmen disciples would be finished.

Black Brother’s bisected corpse still sprawled where Qin Yun’s blade had left it.

Boom!

A lightning bolt blasted it to chunks, spraying the area.

This sight filled the disciples with dread—this was their future.

Qin Yun watched, silent as a shadow.

Xian Rujing suddenly whispered, "An Emperor Wu’s coming! Wipe out this trash now!"

Blade gripped, Qin Yun disappeared like a ghost.

At the same time, Xian Rujing's Tribulation Lightning also stopped!

"The elders are coming, they're done for!" Long Ji shouted ecstatically.

Qin Yun darted forward, gripping the Soul Sacred Blade with both hands, swinging at Long Ji!

Long Ji controlled a bronze bell, hurling it spinning at Qin Yun.

Qin Yun swung his blade, shattering the bronze bell with one slash.

This immediately made the crowd gasp—it was a fine Dao artifact, yet it was effortlessly destroyed!

Long Ji was furious and devastated!

As Qin Yun shattered the bronze bell, a cloud of mist burst forth. When he stepped into the mist, he disappeared completely.

Long Ji and his companions had prepared to strike, but Qin Yun never reappeared!

After disappearing, Qin Yun used Vanishing Shadow Ceasing Breath, quickly and silently circling behind them.

Long Ji and his group, after all, were Peak Martial Kings, with sharp senses—they sensed someone behind them.

Though they could perceive it, Qin Yun's blade was much faster!

Qin Yun had mastered the Mortal Saber Manual to perfection—every casual strike was swift, precise, and ruthless, showcasing masterful skill.

The moment Qin Yun swung his blade, his body and mind became one, instantly gauging the shortest path, instantly determining the optimal angle for his strike.

Whoosh!

Qin Yun's Soul Sacred Blade swept horizontally, lopping off Long Ji's head.

Long Ji's soul was also absorbed by the Soul Sacred Blade!

Boom!

Qin Yun struck Long Ji's abdomen with his palm, shattering the Dao Pill inside and swiftly extracting the Martial Soul.

Long Ji was killed!

The crowd shuddered once more!

Long Ji's body was sent flying by Qin Yun's palm strike, but before it could hit the ground, Xian Rujing unleashed a bolt of Tribulation Lightning, blasting it to bits!

Three disciples of the Mystic Realm Dragon Gate remained, shrieking in terror for their elders.

Qin Yun immediately unleashed the power of Pain Divine Arts, writhing the three in pain before charging forward and cutting them down in quick slashes.

He seized their Dao artifacts, took their Martial Souls, and made a swift exit.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Xian Rujing controlled the Tribulation Lightning, obliterating the corpses until they turned to ashes.

The onlookers shook with fear—death had felt so close. They realized that if Qin Yun and Xian Rujing willed it, they would all die without a grave!

"What happened?" The newcomer was an Emperor Wu, also from the Mystic Realm Dragon Gate.

Xian Rujing and Qin Yun remained, neither fled—because they suddenly shared the same thought: to kill this Emperor Wu before them!

The commotion they caused was neither too loud nor too quiet, which was quite normal within the Dragon Lord Manor.

After all, many people here often made similar noises while practicing martial arts.

The Emperor Wu from Mystic Realm Dragon Gate had arrived suddenly because disciples of the organization had earlier sent him word.

At the scene, there were still many Mystic Realm Dragon Gate disciples. Their talents were not the best, and their cultivation levels were not high, so they could only hide among the crowd to avoid being killed.

Seeing an elder of Emperor Wu level arrive, those Dragon Gate disciples immediately stepped forward, grieving and furious, recounting the incident to the Emperor Wu.

Xian Rujing said coldly, "Those guys I killed claimed that you elders allowed them to attack me. Is that true?"

Upon learning that those talented disciples had been killed, the Emperor Wu elder was filled with sorrow and rage: "You damned brat! You’ll help me refine my Immortal Meridian, whether you like it or not!"

"You disgusting old creep, your vile thoughts will lead you to a miserable death!" Xian Rujing shouted coldly before summoning two Snow Spirits.

As soon as the two Snow Spirits appeared, they released two devastating blasts of frost, streaking forth as white bolts toward the Emperor Wu.