The wind cos from all directions.
Thunder echoes from the four corners.
Trapped within the thunder cage.
The Heavenly Dao is angry and discontent.
This is the path that Lu Qingshan has chosen.
However, he absolutely refuses to yield.
As a Sword Cultivator, carving his path with the sword, he has never relied on the Heavenly Dao in the slightest from beginning to end.
The Heavenly Dao, what right does it have to judge him?
Lu Qingshan tightly grips his sword, enduring the pain of thousands of thunders devouring his body, unveiling his sword toward the gods of the Thunder Departnt high above.
A step in the horizon, instantaneous arrival, a sword slashing down in front of the Duke of Thunder in the Nine Heavens.
The Duke of Thunder frowned, undisturbed and unhurried, raising nurous electric serpents before him to block this sword.
These electric serpents not only contain infinite Tribulation Force but are also supplented by the rules of the Heavenly Dao, making them unbreakable by any magic.
"Break!"
Lu Qingshan shouts angrily.
"Yes, my lord," Qin Yitian responds gently.
A sword erges in the void, the Dragon Sparrow resonates, flas burst forth, the unparalleled Spell Breaking shatters these electric serpents in an instant.
Then, Lu Qingshan's sword strikes the face of the Duke of Thunder without any obstruction.
The Duke of Thunder, caught off guard, with his head composed of thunder and lightning, is raised high back as tribulation thunder scatters out like blood.
Yet the Duke of Thunder doesn't even have ti to show panic before Lu Qingshan's next sword arrives.
"Let's see whether I can't endure, or you can't endure first," he sneers coldly.
Following the principle of capturing the leader first, striking the face first, every sword Lu Qingshan strikes is aid at the Duke of Thunder's face.
With each sword falling, countless tribulation thunders disperse.
In a short mont, the Duke of Thunder's face is reduced by more than half, battered and disheveled, where is the majestic aura from before?
In the thunder pool at the sky's edge, the Duke of Thunder is full of anxiety, continuously wielding his hamr, causing lightning to more fiercely penetrate Lu Qingshan's body, bringing him greater pain and harm.
Lu Qingshan's skin gradually transforms from the initial crystalline luster to a charred black, hinting at the pain he endures.
But he pays it no mind, his will as strong as iron, his black eyes shining with brilliance, pursuing and attacking the Duke of Thunder without pause.
He is soone who has gone through the test of his sword, his heart's resilience comparable to a deity.
Pain only frightens the weak, for the strong, it is the best tempering.
Therefore, the pain of the body-devouring thunders brought down by the Duke of Thunder from the Nine Heavens does not disturb Lu Qingshan in the least; instead, it makes the sword in his hand more violent and fierce.
"Watch the sword!"
A sharp shout rises, containing a dragon's roar and tiger's cry.
A pair of black eyes suddenly brightens, Lu Qingshan's long hair flying wildly, his montum rapidly rising, seemingly capable of devouring vast territories.
A long sword falls straight down.
In one seamless flow.
Yet neither the sword's edge nor the Sword Light is visible, Lu Qingshan's figure seems to vanish.
But what truly vanishes is not Lu Qingshan.
Silently, the Duke of Thunder, who is much "thinner" than before, is split cleanly in two, extrely neat and seamless.
His face, divided into two, shows an expression of extre exaggeration and weirdness.
Including himself, no one would have thought that the Duke of Thunder, the living embodint of the Heavenly Tribulation, would fall in such a manner.
Crash!
The next mont, the robust figure of the Duke of Thunder completely collapses, like a delicate statue crumbling into countless fine dust, utterly vanishing.
Simultaneously, the myriad thunders constantly honing Lu Qingshan also dissipate into nothingness.
The heavens and earth, for the mont, fall back into tranquility.
With the power of Dragon Sparrow Breaking Spell, overcoming the Third Layer of Heavenly Tribulation, Lu Qingshan stands silently in place, then shakes his body.
His skin, charred like coal by the electricity, imdiately cracks and falls away, turning to ash and revealing a layer of newly-ford skin underneath.
Without a single scar, more radiant, nearly perfect.
Even for a Sword Cultivator who doesn't refine the physical body, after enduring the pain of the thunders devouring his body, his physical form is reborn in the cleansing of the lightning, becoming more powerful.
Lu Qingshan's newly born body, after being bathed in lightning, is as crystalline as jade, full of vitality, with his eyes becoming ever clearer, life energy surging forth.
"Co, bring it on," feeling his own transformation, Lu Qingshan looks up at the sky, smiling brilliantly, "Is there more?"
The next mont.
Lightning intertwines fiercely, and the sky turns into a blazing Thunder Domain.
Figures of thunder erge one after another.
Each shadow of thunder is a Duke of Thunder, totaling twelve shadows, making twelve Dukes of Thunder.
Sa appearance, sa attire, sa anger.
Twelve Dukes of Thunder, glaring with eyes wide open, like fire, at Lu Qingshan.
Just now, a single Duke of Thunder was enough to exert boundless pressure, obliterate everything, and now, what of the twelve Dukes of Thunder in the Nine Heavens?
......
"What is the point of wasting words with him, let's join forces to kill him!" one of the twelve Demon Lords beside Luohu decisively shouts.
Although Chu Mu is an unparalleled Sword Immortal, now gathered with twelve apex Demon Lords, and with Luohu add to it, there is no trace of fear.
This Demon Lord's form is as if cast from gold, exceptionally radiant and dazzling, with wings on his back, one deep purple, the other crimson, sowhat resembling the Thunder Duke from above.
In fact, there is indeed so connection between them.
Because this Demon Lord is precisely the apex Demon Lord of the Thunder Beast Demon Clan, the Chi Dragon Demon Venerable.
Whish!
The Chi Dragon Demon Venerable unfurls his wings, instantly raising a gale, with flas and lightning surging like an ocean, its might terrifying the heart, making one shudder.
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