Chapter 484: Purple Lightning Tribulation Dragon

"Truly spectacular. Such a violent Heavenly Tribulation is simply unheard of and unseen."

Atop a distant mountain peak, her moon-white monk's robes fluttering, Liuzhu Bodhisattva's beautiful eyes brimmed with astonishment.

Looking out, bolts of purple lightning crashed down wildly, intensely fierce. Often, just as the old purple lightning finished striking, new thunder would gather within the sky-filling tribulation clouds, crashing down one after another.

It was as if it would never rest until Yu Liancheng was struck dead.

Such a terrifying Thunder Tribulation—even for her, a female Dharma King of Lantuo Mountain who possessed the transformed Faxiang of Master Guanzizai, Master Lotus King, and Wrathful Vajra, she feared that in such a tribulation, she would soon have her soul scattered and die a death beyond death.

Yet that black-clad figure within the tribulation stood tall and firm; far from showing fear, he instead continuously launched assaults against the sky-filling thunder.

The Lantuo Mountain female Dharma King's beautiful eyes brightened slightly; if Murong Tonghuang could survive the tribulation and engage in dual cultivation with her, he would surely be able to break through his cage and ascend to a higher level.

Moreover, Murong Tonghuang had the backing of the two powers of Huishan and Beiliang; forming an alliance with him would also be highly beneficial for Lantuo Mountain.

Of course, the prerequisite for everything was being able to survive the tribulation.

Thinking of this, Liuzhu Bodhisattva frowned slightly and gazed into the distance.

Black clouds rolled and swept across, obscuring the light of heaven, thick to the extreme, as if they were within reach.

The purple lightning struck continuously, almost drowning out the figure of Murong Tonghuang.

The purple lightning was already enough to make the person crossing the tribulation face a nine-in-ten chance of death, and within the dark clouds, there was also a True Dragon devouring the purple lightning to strengthen itself, appearing and disappearing.

That pair of golden eyes occasionally looked down at the black figure below, filled with undisguised malice and murderous intent, the massive dragon head becoming increasingly ferocious and terrifying.

Clearly, once there was an opportunity, this True Dragon would never show mercy.

Martial arts have nine grades, and there are similarities when applied to Flood Dragons; the final four realms from low to high are Concrete, Profound, Contemplative, and Entering Divinity.

This Beiliang True Dragon was originally in the Entering God Realm, but because it poured its Luck into Yu Liancheng, it fell directly into the Concrete Realm.

But now, by continuously devouring purple lightning to strengthen itself, its power had begun to climb rapidly, and it had now reached the peak of the Contemplative Realm; it was feared that it would not be long before it could return to the Entering God Realm.

"A True Dragon in the Entering God Realm is not just ordinarily troublesome, and what's more..."

Liuzhu Bodhisattva sighed slightly, her gaze lifting once more; in the sky higher than the clouds, there were several ethereal figures looming.

"The trouble is not just the tribulation lightning and the Entering God Realm True Dragon; that group of fellows is also eyeing him..."

Those were the immortals in the sky.

They were also paying attention to Yu Liancheng.

Perhaps the immortals were from Beiliang before they ascended, or perhaps they had come for the Luck.

But it was certain that they all harbored ill intentions.

Murong Tonghuang possessed great Luck; once he died and his soul scattered, the Luck would return to heaven and earth, and it was very likely to be intercepted by these so-called Heavenly Humans.

Lantuo Mountain had a long heritage, and as one of the three Masters, Liuzhu Bodhisattva naturally knew that these so-called immortals would stop at nothing for the sake of Luck.

Boom!

After Yu Liancheng shattered the thunder once more, no thunder descended from the Thunder Pool for a long time.

But the dark clouds did not dissipate; instead, they gathered more and more, giving people an extremely oppressive feeling.

Anyone with a bit of discernment could see that this was the calm before the storm.

"It's nearing the end; is this the final strike!!"

Yu Liancheng felt something in his heart and could not help but look up at the sky.

He saw the clouds hanging low, thunder interweaving; it was no longer a Thunder Pool, but an ocean of lightning, with countless flashes and thunderbolts racing within, gestating this unprecedented Thunder Tribulation. Once it erupted, it would be enough to destroy heaven and earth, annihilating and erasing all living things.

But that would absolutely not include him, Yu Liancheng.

The Beiliang True Dragon, which had been continuously devouring purple lightning, slowed its speed, a look of wariness flashing in its golden eyes.

The thunder before it was becoming increasingly terrifying; even it dared not easily cross the Thunder Pool. And every time it swallowed a bolt of purple lightning, it needed to spend time neutralizing it, otherwise, it might explode and die.

It had now re-ascended to the Entering God Realm, its aura violent, three parts stronger than when it first began; that nearly hundred-zhang body coiled in the high sky, and without needing other means, it could serve as a terrifying war machine, rampaging across the battlefield.

"Tsk, I knew you were jealous of my handsome face, but your jealousy is a bit too severe."

Yu Liancheng looked up at the sky; even though he felt the pressure that was as heavy as a prison, he had not the slightest respect for the Heavens.

While catching his breath, he pushed his entire aura to the peak, ready at any moment to welcome this unprecedented strike.

In reality, while he appeared calm and composed, he already felt a sense of oppression and danger, which actually made him feel a sense of trepidation.

This feeling had not appeared for a long time.

Clearly, the power of this strike was extraordinary.

Even if all the previous purple lightning were added together, it was feared they would not be as powerful as this single strike.

Yu Liancheng speculated that this scene appeared not only because his own murderous karma was as heavy as Han Diaosi's, or because he was envied by the heavens like Xu Longxiang, but also because of the Beiliang True Dragon's fueling of the flames.

In fact, there was one more point Yu Liancheng had not anticipated.

When he ascended to the Heavenly Phenomenon, he leaked an aura from his Primordial Spirit that did not belong to this world, thus causing the mysterious Heavenly Will to destroy him at all costs.

"It's coming!"

Yu Liancheng's mind stirred, and an unprecedented sense of danger surged into his heart.

However, the imagined thunder did not crash down.

Suddenly, a dragon roar emerged from the clouds, resounding through heaven and earth, yet it was not the Beiliang True Dragon.

A massive and highly majestic dragon head poked out from the dark clouds, followed by the dragon body, dragon claws, and dragon tail...

This dragon was composed entirely of the fiercest purple lightning, stretching for several hundred zhang, emitting a massive pressure, with the sound of rolling thunder crackling from within its body from time to time.

"The Tribulation Dragon has taken form—is it actually a Purple Lightning Tribulation Dragon?! Murong Tonghuang is likely in grave danger now." A sense of anxiety arose in Liuzhu Bodhisattva's heart; this Purple Lightning Tribulation Dragon, which only existed in ancient legends, had actually appeared, and it brought only death and destruction.

The strength of the Purple Lightning Tribulation Dragon was extremely formidable; Liuzhu Bodhisattva was in a very distant position and was not the primary target. Yet, at that dragon roar, she felt her whole body vibrating with numbness. Furthermore, an invisible majesty permeated down, giving her the feeling of being unable to muster any strength.

——That was Heavenly Might.

How could a human contend with Heavenly Might?

Boom.

The Purple Lightning Tribulation Dragon, carrying millions of tiny thunderbolts, swooped down and lunged straight at Yu Liancheng.

For a moment, the heavens and earth trembled, and the sun and moon lost their luster.

The immortals, who had been whispering to one another, ceased their discussions and watched the scene before them with grave expressions.

The True Dragon of Northern Mang curled its body involuntarily, its gaze toward the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon carrying a trace of fear, as if it had encountered a natural predator.

"Come!"

Yu Liancheng looked up at the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon and stomped his foot hard; the ground shattered as if struck by ten thousand cannonballs.

He soared into the air, his face, handsome as a demon's, wearing a wild, unbridled smile and... surging battle intent! He felt not a shred of fear, only a desire to fight to his heart's content.

Hum!

An invisible layer of Qi expanded once more, enveloping every corner of Yu Liancheng's body.

At the same time, a faint Jinguang shimmered over his skin, sacred and majestic, his expression solemn, like a holy being descending to the world, a Vajra manifesting in the mortal realm.

Swish, swish, swish!!

Three streaks of Sword Qi flew out; the Three Heroes of the Red Dust wove and intersected in the void, forming an airtight sword net that sliced through the heavens and earth.

Yu Liancheng clenched his five fingers into a fist, and a supreme aura diffused outward. Behind him, a hundred-foot-tall phantom of an emperor condensed, wearing a crown and robes, sweeping the world clean.

Boom!

The dragon claws of the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon grabbed onto the Protective Qi Cover.

That unyielding Qi cover immediately cracked with a series of snapping sounds, and after two breaths, it shattered with a roar.

Ding, ding, ding!!

The sword light continuously clashed and collided with the dragon claws, blooming with thousands of sparks and lightning; the three Flying Swords coordinated perfectly, forming a sword array of no small power.

But after three breaths, the three small swords were knocked flying.

Whoosh! The giant thunderous claw came straight at him; Yu Liancheng let out a long roar and threw a punch with all his might, striking toward the firmament.

This punch was not fast.

One could even say it was slow, advancing inch by inch; for every inch the fist advanced, a crack appeared in front of it, as if space itself could not withstand the power of this punch.

This was not only because the fist was imbued with the profound power of "Broken," but also because this punch carried a vast, immeasurable force.

This force was the law and order, the common people, the mountains and rivers... Under the vast heaven, all is the king's land; to the borders of the earth, all are the king's subjects; this was, by nature, a punch representing the will of the world.

Where the fist reached, the world submitted.

This punch—the punch that tilts the world!

Boom!!

The next moment, the heavens and earth shook, the violent roaring sound like a sign of the coming apocalypse.

If this had occurred in a bustling city, this roar alone would have been enough to shatter the hearts of countless ordinary people, and even experts below the sixth rank, killing them on the spot.

To Yu Liancheng and this Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon, the lives of mortals were no different from ants.

Boom!!

Man and dragon engaged in a slaughter.

A full-force slaughter!

Hurricanes rose between heaven and earth, sand and stones flying. Within a radius of thirty to fifty miles, all tangible and intangible things were shattered by the overflowing energy, scattering into the air; the ground frequently churned with soil rising like surging waves, the entire world appearing as if it had fallen into the chaos of the beginning of time.

Yu Liancheng and the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon were both existences that had transcended the mundane; this fierce battle could be called earth-shattering. Every strike carried destructive power; had the opponent been anyone else, the first clash would not only have decided the victor but also reduced the opponent to a mist of blood.

Without a doubt, this Tribulation Dragon was the strongest opponent Yu Liancheng had encountered to date.

It represented the Heavenly Tribulation, controlling the power of life and death.

Most things in the world, let alone harming it, would be instantly destroyed just by colliding with the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon.

When the dragon opened its mouth to breathe, it unleashed a highly destructive bolt of purple lightning. A grip of its claw held the power of ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand, jun. A sweep of its tail instantly whipped up a monstrous hurricane.

However, this Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon was not without flaws.

The Thunder Pool had already dissipated; as the final Heavenly Tribulation, every bit of power it consumed was power it could not replenish. Furthermore, it lacked combat experience, acting only according to instinct from the void.

It was precisely because of this that Yu Liancheng had a chance to defeat it.

"So he hadn't been using his true strength at all; I fear that even if Lv Zu from five hundred years ago were reborn, he might not be his match." Liuzhu Bodhisattva exhaled slightly.

A thoughtful look appeared on her face, her beautiful eyes, deep and filled with the passage of time, flickering slightly; her fair, jade-like feet stepped lightly in the air as she drifted toward the location of the battlefield.

Liuzhu Bodhisattva did not intend to participate in this battle.

Although she was a rare expert in the world, once she stepped into this fight, even if she only interfered with the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon from the sidelines, she could face the danger of losing her life at any moment.

The reason she was approaching the battlefield now was because she believed Yu Liancheng could survive this Heavenly Tribulation. But after crossing the tribulation, he would inevitably be severely wounded.

She intended to take away the severely wounded Yu Liancheng, lest he be ambushed by the True Dragon of Northern Mang or the immortals from above.

Rumble!!

This battle was finally drawing to a close.

Suddenly, thunder roared wildly in mid-air, and a massive, incomparable pillar of light shot into the sky.

The pillar of light swept across the earth and the firmament, wind and thunder filling the sky, leaving a shocking chasm in the ground.

This pillar of light was so brilliant and blinding that no words could describe even a ten-thousandth of it.

There was only one kind of light in the world that was this blinding.

—Sword light.

At this moment, Yu Liancheng held the Duoqing Sword, pouring out all his True Qi, using "Tilt the City" from the Flawless Three Styles as his foundation and his lifelong insights into Sword Dao as his fuel, and swung this sword down.

Shing!

The incomparably sharp, mountain-thick sword light struck the body of the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon, causing a violent collision. Sparks and lightning bloomed in succession, illuminating the dim sky as if a gorgeous meteor shower had been scattered out of thin air.

The Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon barely managed to catch the sword light, but countless Sword Qi still poured out, tearing one sword mark after another into the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon's body.

Of course, no blood flowed out; only more electric light and thunder-fire bloomed.

Yu Liancheng let out a long roar, and the long pillar of sword light surged in sharpness. The escaping energy whipped up rounds of violent shockwaves, the soil on the ground flying like waves.

In the end, this sword strike broke free from the dragon claw's restraint and poured entirely onto the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon.

Roar!

Another dragon roar sounded.

The dragon roar carried a mournful tone; the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon bellowed and shrieked as its massive dragon body was severed into two halves, falling heavily to the ground, causing the earth to tremble once more.

With the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon slashed, it was thought that everything had settled, but the Purple Thunder Tribulation Dragon transformed into a massive Thunder Spear, whistling as it was hurled toward Yu Liancheng.

That previous strike had nearly exhausted Yu Liancheng's True Qi, and he had no choice but to raise his Protective Qi Cover once again.

Crack!

The Protective Qi Cover still only held for the duration of two breaths before it shattered with a boom.

After the massive lightning spear and the Duoqing Sword collided and struck each other once more, it slammed completely into Yu Liancheng's body.

Boom!

Yu Liancheng was completely submerged in the lightning light; the heavens and earth trembled and hummed, and the sizzling sound was incessant.

The tribulation clouds in the sky dissipated; after this final strike, the Thunder Tribulation finally ended.

But the final lightning spear had struck Murong Tonghuang solidly.

The Northern Mang True Dragon, the Celestial Immortal, and Liuzhu Bodhisattva all cast their gazes over, each with different thoughts.

Of course, apart from Liuzhu Bodhisattva, the other two parties were ill-intentioned, hoping that Murong Tonghuang would die and his soul would dissipate right then and there, or at the very least, suffer heavy injuries.

A moment later, the lightning light dissipated.

Murong Tonghuang's figure was revealed before everyone, and he was not dead.

But his current state was wretched to the extreme, and weak to the extreme.

One could see Murong Tonghuang half-kneeling on the ground, his clothes completely shredded, his face pale as paper, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he would periodically vomit a mouthful of fresh blood.

Even more miserable was that the thunder tribulation light had entered his body entirely, wantonly destroying his meridians, shattering one acupuncture point after another, causing his skin to burst open and fresh blood to gush out wildly.

If given enough time, he would naturally be able to recover as before.

But how could the Northern Mang True Dragon and the Immortal let him have his way?

A sudden change occurred.