Chapter 765

Yu Mo, Wang Man, Yuan Cang, the three of them headed straight for the starfleet of Qingtian Holy Land.

Yu Mo's idea is very simple: if there's a bargain, don't be a bastard; after all, it's an Emperor Realm Heavenly Tribulation, so it can't be wasted.

Since experiencing the power of an Emperor Realm Heavenly Tribulation in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains last time, Yu Mo felt it was quite promising.

Thinking back when I had just entered the Emperor Realm, if it weren't for the might of the Emperor Realm Heavenly Tribulation, I might not have been able to force the Qingtian Holy Lord to flee in disgrace.

So this time, there are two batches of Emperor Realm Heavenly Tribulation all at once—definitely cannot be wasted.

"Shī xiōng, are we there yet? I can't hold it in any longer."

The three ran all the way, and Wang Man and Yuan Cang, with constipated faces, said.

The thunderclouds above their heads grew thicker and thicker, as if they could strike down at any moment.

Hearing that, Yu Mo replied irritably.

"Hold on, we'll be there soon—just another million li and we'll arrive."

"What the heck?"

"Another million li away?" Upon hearing that, Wang Man and Yuan Cang were instantly dumbfounded—how the hell are we supposed to hold it in?

"I'll say this first: hold it in, and if you dare let it strike down, you won't get to eat—this is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity."

If this Heavenly Tribulation were wasted, Yu Mo would practically want to die.

Although a million li sounds far, with the three of them at Emperor Realm cultivation, it actually wouldn't take long to get there.

Meanwhile, Qingtian Holy Land had not the slightest awareness of the impending danger.

Or rather, in their view, the Dao Yi Sect could never possibly take the initiative to attack.

It's a joke—when facing a holy land, just not running from the Dao Yi Sect would be good enough; who would dare to come attacking? Thus, for the three about to arrive, Qingtian Holy Land could be said to have absolutely no preparation whatsoever.

Inside the lead massive starfleet vessel, the three Emperor Realm elders of Qingtian Holy Land were sitting together, drinking and chatting.

"Shī xiōng, there have been quite a few tails following us behind all along."

Along the way, scouts from the major powers of Zhongzhou have been trailing not too far, not too close; upon this, another elder sneered.

"Let them follow; isn't this exactly the result we want?"

There's no intention to drive them away; it's perfect to use their mouths to spread Qingtian Holy Land's fame abroad.

"This time we must make sure the Dao Yi Sect leaves not a chicken or dog behind."

"That's only natural; not even a dog can be spared."

As for their killing intent toward the Dao Yi Sect, the three elders were naturally intense to the extreme.

Just as the three were speaking, in the distance three black silhouettes had already appeared on the horizon, flying swiftly toward them.

"Shī xiōng, are we there yet? I really can't hold it in any longer."

"We're here, we've seen it—go."

Hearing that, Yu Mo broke into a smile and said.

And upon hearing that, Wang Man and Yuan Cang finally let out a sigh of relief; they had truly been holding it to the limit all along.

From afar they already saw the starfleet of Qingtian Holy Land; without a word, the two shot straight up.

"Who dares, you petty troublemaker?"

Just as they approached the starfleet, they were quickly discovered by the strong ones of Qingtian Holy Land.

Although Qingtian Holy Land had little in the way of defenses, the multitude of Great Saint Elders and Saints naturally kept scanning the surroundings with their Divine Sense.

Thus, the moment Wang Man and Yuan Cang appeared, Qingtian Holy Land detected them immediately.

Although detected, the two didn't pause at all, charging straight into Qingtian Holy Land's starfleet; immediately, one Holy Land elder after another shot into the air, surrounding them on all sides.

"Courting death."

"How dare you trespass into Qingtian Holy Land's starfleet," the elders shouted with icy faces—but before their words even faded, two thick masses of thunderclouds had swiftly formed above their heads.

"Huh???"

Sensing the terrifying destructive power within the thunderclouds, the elders were utterly dumbfounded—'Damn, a Heavenly Tribulation?'

Moreover, this Heavenly Tribulation made even these Great Saint Elders feel a pang of palpitation.

"Emperor Realm Heavenly Tribulation?"

The next second, the three elders of Qingtian Holy Land also appeared on the scene, gazing at the two thick thunderclouds above, their faces grim as they spoke.

"Damn, it's actually an Emperor Realm Heavenly Tribulation—this is really screwed up."

"Scatter."

Without further hesitation, one of the elders immediately bellowed at the many Holy Land disciples and elders present.

This Emperor Realm Heavenly Tribulation is absolutely beyond their ability to withstand.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, the thick blood-red Heavenly Thunder came crashing down violently.

Although it was aimed at Wang Man and Yuan Cang, since the two were right above Qingtian Holy Land's starfleet, inevitably the Holy Land was also caught in the blast.

"Damn it, you two are courting death............"

Just a single bolt of Heavenly Thunder, and many disciples of Qingtian Holy Land were directly affected, buried in the thunder.

Seeing this, the three elders' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; at the same time, a Holy Land elder recognized the identities of Wang Man and Yuan Cang.

"You are from the Dao Yi Sect."

Hearing that, the three elders' fury flared even higher—'Dao Yi Sect, again this Dao Yi Sect.'

They hadn't even made a move yet—who would have thought the Dao Yi Sect would strike first, and with such massive two batches of Emperor Realm Heavenly Tribulation right off the bat?

"This old man will kill you."

One of the elders immediately charged at Wang Man and the two; seeing this, Wang Man and Yuan Cang didn't panic, they went forward to meet him, and Yu Mo also arrived in time to grapple with one of the elders.

The Heavenly Tribulation above the sky kept striking down repeatedly; the people of Qingtian Holy Land kept dodging, yet casualties remained severe.

The many scouts who had been following Qingtian Holy Land from afar, upon seeing this scene, were also directly frightened stupid.

Damn, what's going on?

I don't know, that looks like a Heavenly Thunder tribulation.

Probably, people from the Dao Yi Sect?

Do they have that much guts? The Qingtian Holy Land didn't make a move, yet they struck first?

I thought the great war between the two sides would break out near the Ten Thousand Monster Pass, but who would have thought that before even reaching the Ten Thousand Monster Pass, the Qingtian Holy Land, the Dao Yi Sect had already pulled this move.

Mainly, the power of this Heavenly Thunder is truly terrifying, and on top of that, the Qingtian Holy Land had no preparations, making it truly hard to cope with all at once.

Even the Elders of the Qingtian Holy Land had several people injured by the Heavenly Thunder.

Damn it, damn it, you Dao Yi Sect are bullying people too much.

The three ancestors of the Qingtian Holy Land had bloodshot eyes—how dare the Dao Yi Sect, how dare they?

Kill them, we must kill them.

The three ancestors' thought at this moment was just one: to slay these three people before them.

However, because of the Heavenly Thunder, there were no people from the Qingtian Holy Land nearby at this moment; everyone had fled far away, not daring to approach even a bit.

Joking aside, an Emperor-realm Heavenly Thunder tribulation—though the three ancestors could withstand it, others simply don't have that capability.

Below the Great Saint, that's practically instant death on contact—who the hell would be so messed up as to come up and offer their head at a time like this?

Moreover, relying only on the three ancestors, although they hold a slight advantage in cultivation, if numbers were equal, the three of Yu Mo might not be able to win, but escaping would still be completely unproblematic.

The Qingtian Holy Land's three ancestors couldn't be stopped.