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A mysterious azure and crimson appeared at the zenith of the sky dome, where one could see Zhu Minglang brandishing his sword to the heavens, carving out constellations as extravagant as the stars themselves, astonishingly forming the figure of the sacred beast, the Vermilion Bird!

The Sword’s Cry was like the long chirp of the Vermilion Bird, and countless falling flames seemed to be snuffed out in an instant, followed by even more powerful azure and crimson flames, emerging from the fiery waterfall that poured down incessantly!!

The fifteenth strike of the Sword Meteor Sword Technique!

Beholding the vast and deathly majestic sky, countless people on the ground were startled.

They saw Zhu Minglang wielding his sword, and the sword-fire that descended had a presence no less magnificent than a heavenly tribulation. It was difficult to imagine how a person could unleash such terrifying power, feeling as though even the immortal gods of ancient legends were no different!

Lying on the ground, Orderer Yan Guang’s eyes were wide open.

In his view, Zhu Minglang was but a pitiable ant, someone who could never step into the King-Level Realm.

But witnessing this strike of his sword, Yan Guang realized just how ignorant he was. Such swordsmanship could likely shake even a king-level being.

It turns out he was the most pathetic one, having made the wedding dress for another.

This Zhu Minglang, he had hidden his powers too deeply.

“Is little uncle still human? This is the same sword that was in the Miao Kingdom Palace…” Hao Ye stared blankly at that god-like figure, uttering a sigh of amazement.

In the entire Yaoshan Sword Sect, so many peerless geniuses, so many sword masters who toiled in their cultivation, and those who could comprehend beyond the tenth sword of the Sword Meteor Sword Technique were few and far between. Yet, the realm Zhu Minglang was in made all the sword masters of the Yaoshan Sword Sect feel out of reach!

This fifteenth sword could at least allow a sword master’s cultivation base to advance by two or three realms. If Zhu Minglang’s cultivation were even more profound, he might even cut down a king-level being with his sword!

The Vermillion Bird Sword, it overshadowed the Heaven Tribulation Falling Fire.

The Crossing Robbers and Star Dragon also showed a hint of panic. It resembled a water snake being swept off a cliff by a raging torrent, desperately struggling to stabilize its form by clinging on to some object, but it was constantly beaten down by the flames of the Vermillion Bird. Even its divine radiance, that was about to step into the Dragon King Realm, was suppressed by the massive sword-fire figure of the Vermillion Bird!

If the Fiend Star Dragon was like a Serpent God, then the Vermilion Bird was like the Eagle King. The Crossing Robbers and Star Dragon kept falling, nearly being smashed down to the earth.

“Nghhhhhhhhhhhh!”

All of a sudden, the Crossing Robbers and Star Dragon flipped its body amidst the relentless suppression. Its tail accumulated force, then lashed out violently. The Ancient Lantern Jade embedded at the end of its tail suddenly shone brilliantly, a blinding white light illuminating all directions!

The blinding white light burst through the vehement Vermilion Bird Flame, giving the Crossing Robbers and Star Dragon a chance to breathe. Taking advantage of the Ancient Lantern Jade’s blinding protection, it soared a few thousand meters into the sky in one go, shooting up from a height where it had almost touched the ground!

Zhu Minglang thought the Star Dragon was about to retaliate, but it swooped past him, and then plummeted straight into even higher sky dome!

Ascending Tribulation??

Was this creature attempting to forcibly undertake an Ascending Tribulation???

Zhu Minglang was taken aback. It was clearly injured, and the flames of the Vermilion Bird had scorched its body beyond recognition, yet it wanted to surge towards the sky beyond the flames without any scale feathers or jade-like skin left to protect itself??

Of course, Zhu Minglang couldn’t let it successfully reach the sky beyond the flames.

But, as a sword cultivator, his ability to fly was very limited. Zhu Minglang simply couldn’t ascend the cloud heaven like these ancient dragons with powerful wings.

In the high sky, there were biting winds, overwhelming atmospheric pressure, and alien frost that could make most living beings indefensible. For a sword master like Zhu Minglang, leaping hundreds of meters high was already the limit…

Treading on a sword?

Sword flight leans more towards soaring in the air rather than climbing against the void like the Fiend Star Dragon!

“Yooooo”

The Ice Morning White Dragon flew towards Zhu Minglang, its pristine white feathers already scorched in several places by the merciless heavenly flames.

Bai Qi is now of a higher rank, and without the feathered sanctified armor Zhu Minglang crafted for it, the Ice Morning White Dragon’s frost attribute would make it difficult for it to linger too long in such fire vortexes.

“You want to carry me up there?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Yoooo” The Ice Morning White Dragon didn’t hesitate, immediately positioning itself beneath Zhu Minglang. Then, spreading its white wings fully, it flapped them vigorously, creating a spiraling updraft and shot towards the fiery sky well!

At the highest point, there seemed to be a massive sky well from which was pouring an endless rain of fierce flames, with enormous fire meteor-mountains falling, and around it appeared the dreadful purgatory tribulations, relentlessly dragging everything towards the mortal world below.

Being called Ascending Tribulation, this served as a cruel test for beings about to become kings. The Fiend Star Dragon’s body was dripping black blood, relying on the Ancient Lantern Jade on its tail to barely gain a greater life force and soul realm.

But its tribulation was not going smoothly either. Its once brilliant Starry Sky Wings were now riddled with holes, its body being seared by flames that were charring its bones. Despite being a strange and splendid dark star Dragon, it now resembled a dying Fire Dragon…

The Ice Morning White Dragon was a kilometer below. It carried Zhu Minglang, climbing against the ascent.

This sky well was a trial for the being about to become Dragon King. For the Ice Morning White Dragon to climb against it with its current cultivation base was undoubtedly self-destructive.

But the Ice Morning White Dragon showed no signs of giving up.

It seemed unwilling to be defeated by this modest heavenly tribulation. If the Fiend Star Dragon could reach that height, it could do the same!

The Ice Fluff began to part, and its feathers started to burn. Both a star dragon and a white dragon seemed to be undergoing this destiny’s tribulation, as if they were unwilling to become mere Ordinary Spirits in this vast world…

Zhu Minglang and the Ice Morning White Dragon were united in thought. He knew that trying to persuade Bai Qi was meaningless at this moment.

Cultivation itself is about breaking one’s limits time and again, and the Ice Morning White Dragon would not give up without even trying.

Dragon King!

Even in its tribulation state, the Fiend Star Dragon was invincible and unstoppable. If it were to become the Dragon King, all life on the land would become sacrifices.

For Bai Qi, its current perseverance was also about protecting Zhu Minglang.

It was because of it that Zhu Minglang lost his exceptional cultivation base.

If they were inseparable, they would also fight side by side!

Exhaust all capabilities, no matter what, they must chop down this Crossing Robbers and Star Dragon!

“Yooooo”

The Dragon’s cry echoed as the Ice Morning White Dragon suddenly dispersed the frost protecting its body, concentrating all its mana and arcane energy in its wings.

Without the frost’s protection, its body immediately began to burn intensely, but the Ice Morning White Dragon felt no pain. If the Fiend Star Dragon, without feathers or flesh, dared to endure the cleansing fire of tribulation, it too was unafraid!

With a powerful beat of its wings, the Ice Morning White Dragon transformed into a beam of white light, heading straight for the far side of the fiery void. It had withstood this purgatorial trial, and fiercely dispersed the curtain of fire!