Chapter 295: Thunder Tribulation

If he could obtain a large quantity of Dawu Brand Air Canned and Monster Cured Meat, Francis would no longer need to remain in slumber, and his cultivation could even slowly improve; this made it impossible for Francis to sit still.

His son was dead, and although Francis was very grief-stricken, he could still endure it, but when it concerned the improvement of his own cultivation realm, Francis could not endure it for even a moment.

The Cullen Family had great power, and they soon found out that behind the Hu Group was Meng Yifan, and that those Monster Cured Meat containing Spirit Qi were all provided by Meng Yifan.

In order to control the source of Spirit Qi, Francis took action with the elites of his vampire family, easily capturing Hu Youwei and his daughter, and incidentally capturing Du Qingyun as well.

If it were eighty years ago, Francis would not have dared to provoke the Shenzhou Cultivation World.

However, it is common knowledge that during that tragic great war between Shenzhou and Dongying back then, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Although the Shenzhou Cultivation World luckily won, its experts had withered away and were no longer to be feared; even if the number one expert of Shenzhou, Yang Yijian, came, Francis could easily suppress him.

Francis had already set up a net of heaven and earth on Hulu Island; as long as Meng Yifan dared to come, he would make it impossible for him to escape even with wings.

"Eh! Is there an Eastern cultivator undergoing Thunder Tribulation?" Francis sensed the Thunder Element Demon Power fluctuations transmitted through the air, and even a Fourth-Grade Vampire like him felt terrified.

Francis was a Fourth-rank High-level Vampire; four hundred years ago, he had narrowly survived a brush with death and luckily passed his Thunder Tribulation, so he was very familiar with the fluctuations of Thunder Tribulation and also knew that Shenzhou cultivators needed to undergo Thunder Tribulation when advancing to the Fifth Grade.

"Who is undergoing the tribulation? Does the Shenzhou Cultivation World actually still hide a Fourth Grade Peak expert? No, I must go and see."

Francis's body shook, and from behind his tuxedo, a pair of blood-red wings actually grew out; then, with a flap of his wings, he flew toward the direction of Wild Man Mountain at an astonishing speed.

At this very moment, Meng Yifan did not know that because he was undergoing Thunder Tribulation, he had attracted the attention of the world's true experts, and he could not care about those things either; the Thunder Tribulation in the sky had already locked onto his position, and the terrifying Thunder Tribulation fluctuations were spreading in all directions, ready to strike down at any moment.

"Boom—!" Within the thunderclouds, a series of thunderous sounds rang out, as if a terrifying existence had awakened in the depths of the thunderclouds.

An invisible pressure spread out from the thunderclouds, enveloping Meng Yifan, wanting him to kneel on the ground, kowtow in worship, and give up on undergoing the Thunder Tribulation.

Meng Yifan stood tall with his head held high, refusing to lower his head, his spine straight like a long spear, looking down upon the firmament with pride.

Whether it was when he was a mercenary before, or later when he transmigrated to the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, no matter what powerful enemy he faced, Meng Yifan had never yielded.

In his dictionary, there was only dying standing up, not living on one's knees; wanting to make him yield just by relying on some pressure was an impossible thing.

"Boom—Crack!" Seeing Meng Yifan so stubborn, the thunderclouds churned as if they had been enraged.

A purple bolt of lightning as thick as a thigh poked its head out from the thunderclouds, then twisted and turned like a divine dragon of lightning, descending from the sky and striking directly at the top of Meng Yifan's head, intending to blast this fellow who dared to defy Heaven and change his fate into charcoal.

When Meng Shuangdao advanced to the Fourth Grade realm, he underwent a First Grade Heavenly Tribulation, and the first bolt of lightning was only as thick as an arm.

But what Meng Yifan was undergoing now was a Second-level Lightning Tribulation, and the first bolt was already as thick as a thigh, more than twice as thick as Meng Shuangdao's tribulation, and its power was even more terrifying.

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly, then gripped the Ghost Head Blade, which was suffused with black and white Spirit Power, and with his unyielding will, slashed fiercely at the incoming lightning.

"Boom!" The Ghost Head Blade and the lightning collided violently.

In an instant, dazzling purple electric arcs erupted all around, and all scenery was eclipsed at this moment.

After the purple electric arcs dissipated, one could see Meng Yifan still gripping the blade with both hands, standing tall with his head held high.

It was just that Meng Yifan's hair had already been scorched by the stray lightning, and there were many charred spots on his skin, trembling from time to time.

Fortunately, Meng Yifan had used high-voltage electricity to continuously shock his body beforehand, so his body already had a certain resistance to lightning.

Otherwise, now that Meng Yifan had carried the first bolt of Thunder Tribulation, his muscles and bones would also be trembling continuously under the tempering of the lightning, and both his exertion of force and mobilization of Spirit Power would be affected to a certain extent, which would be very unfavorable for him to resist the next few bolts of Thunder Tribulation.

The thunderclouds in the sky were churning violently, and the Thunder Element Demon Power from all directions gathered toward the thunderclouds, gestating the next bolt of Thunder Tribulation.

Wild Man Mountain was a primeval jungle where plants grew lushly, and countless Wild Beasts and insects lived there.

Originally at this time, the roars of Wild Beasts and the chirping of insects should have been incessant, but at this moment, those Wild Beasts were all prostrate on the ground, shivering, and those insects had also closed their mouths tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Near this small hill on Wild Man Mountain, except for the occasional explosions of thunder coming from within the thunderclouds in the sky, all things were silent, filled with a terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe.

Meng Yifan swallowed three Pills for recovering Spirit Power and True Qi, operated his cultivation technique, and quickly absorbed the energy of the Pills to prepare for resisting the second bolt of Thunder Tribulation.

At the same time, Zhang Sanfeng's Flying Sword observed every move around them, acting as a guardian for Meng Yifan.

"Eh!" Zhang Sanfeng keenly discovered that a fighter jet had flown into the nearby sky, and then a figure wearing a white Daoist Robe jumped directly out of the fighter jet, stepped on a Flying Sword, and glided down in a very elegant posture.

"It's that kid Yang Yijian; after so many years, how is he still at Third-grade High-level Cultivation? Truly an unpromising kid." Zhang Sanfeng sighed; the withering of the Shenzhou Cultivation World made Zhang Sanfeng deeply worried.

"Fortunately, this old man took Meng Yifan as my last disciple; as long as he is here, the Shenzhou Cultivation World will not be bullied by others."

Zhang Sanfeng used Divine Sense to transmit his voice into Yang Yijian's ear, saying: "Come over quickly and join this old man in guarding my disciple."

Yang Yijian was stepping on his Flying Sword, his Daoist Robe fluttering elegantly in the wind, looking just like an immortal; suddenly hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, he was greatly shocked and almost fell off his Flying Sword.

"This voice sounds very familiar; it seems I've heard it somewhere before." Yang Yijian was stunned for a moment.

"Yang Yiqing, you brat, this old man is Zhang Sanfeng; hurry up and come down for this old man." Zhang Sanfeng used Divine Sense to transmit his voice again.

"Zhang Sanfeng?" Yang Yijian was overjoyed; during that battle eighty years ago, Yang Yijian was only a small character in the Shenzhou Cultivation World, and he had seen Zhang Sanfeng's heaven-shaking combat power, suppressing a group of Dongying experts all by himself.

At that time, Zhang Sanfeng was the pillar of the Shenzhou Cultivation World, the idol worshipped by cultivators like Yang Yijian.