Chapter 872: Scared Himself Sick

"Wu wu wu…"

Hearing He Pingsheng's words, Luo Bingyao thought her master was comforting her, and cried even harder.

"Master… wu wu wu…"

"You…"

"Stop crying, girl!" He Pingsheng stood utterly still as the fifth wave of tribulation lightning struck, letting it cleanse his body.

Only the fifth wave—it's no different from a light scratch.

"Come on, let's play a game!"

He Pingsheng's voice came again: "I remember, yours is the Eight-Nine Tribulation, right?"

"Girl, guess how many strikes my tribulation has?"

At these words, every pair of eyes lit up.

Eight-Nine Tribulation?

Thinking of this, Feng Wu felt a surge of excitement.

After all… he knew He Pingsheng was a peerless genius, but just how great his fortune was, he had never known.

In the past, the Phoenix Clan had speculated—some guessed Eight-Nine, others guessed Nine-Nine.

But no one knew for sure.

Luo Bingyao said: "You… are Eight-Nine too?"

He Pingsheng smiled: "Then open your eyes… and watch closely…"

He suddenly lifted his head, laughing heartily at the void: "Tianyuan Thunder Emperor, you probably can't imprison me for two thousand years to brew your pills!"

Tianyuan Thunder Emperor hurriedly said: "Tai Xu Zi, think carefully before you speak!"

"Don't forget, you're only undergoing the Body Integration tribulation, not the Mahayana Emperor tribulation. Even if you reach Body Integration, killing you is still as easy as flipping my hand."

He Pingsheng said: "I forgot to tell you—I'm not Tai Xu Zi!"

Tianyuan Thunder Emperor couldn't help asking: "Then what's your name?"

He Pingsheng said: "From today on, I, He Pingsheng… no longer need to hide my name or cower like a beaten dog!"

"My name… is He Pingsheng…"

Boom…

In an instant, the sixth tribulation lightning struck.

"What?"

"He Pingsheng?"

None here had ever heard that name.

But Tianyuan Thunder Emperor and Shenlei Yao Di both shuddered.

Because they had heard it.

After He Pingsheng fled from Tianhuo Continent to Leihuang Continent, the Tianfeng Clan of Tianhuo had come here, visiting all thirty-six Demon Emperor domains to demand their aid in capturing He Pingsheng!

At that time, He Pingsheng's deeds reached the ears of the Demon Emperors.

Who could have imagined this man before them was He Pingsheng?

He was the Void Refinement cultivator whom several Demon Emperors had failed to kill together.

He was the Void Refinement cultivator who could effortlessly slay opponents of higher realms.

Now that he's ascending to Body Integration, what could possibly stop him?

"What's going on?" Shenlei Yao Di whispered to Tianyuan Thunder Emperor.

Tianyuan Thunder Emperor whispered back: "Brother… I was blind. I thought this man's pill-making skill was divine, so I brought him here to brew pills—I never knew it was him!"

"If I'd known it was him, I… I'd have crushed him long ago…"

"You… you…" Shenlei Yao Di gnashed his teeth in fury, but now any words were useless.

Boom…

In the void, the seventh tribulation lightning struck.

He Pingsheng still used no magic treasure or technique to defend himself.

But this seventh strike, he could no longer take lightly.

"Seventh strike!"

Shenlei Yao Di said: "When I underwent tribulation, I also faced seven strikes!"

Tianyuan Thunder Emperor dared not speak.

After He Pingsheng endured the seventh strike, the dark clouds above did not dissipate—they continued gathering lightning.

"This…"

"Heavens… still more?"

"Eighth wave… he's an Eighth-Rank fortune!"

"Not necessarily—maybe it's Ninth-Rank!"

"Impossible… absolutely impossible!"

"Ninth-Rank fortune is the ultimate defiance of heaven—the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation is a death sentence, he can't possibly survive it!"

"The so-called 'Deadly Lightning Tribulation' refers to the maximum power of one's cultivation limit—for the Body Integration tribulation, it's the peak power of Body Integration, not actually fatal!"

"As long as he can endure it, he won't die!"

"That's right!"

"I'm certain he won't get a ninth wave!"

"I think it's doubtful too!"

Boom…

As everyone debated, the eighth wave's nine lightning strikes finally descended, forming a sea of lightning that drowned He Pingsheng.

Above He Pingsheng's head, a black lotus platform emerged.

The vast sea of lightning was blocked by the lotus platform.

It wasn't a magic treasure—just a half-baked technique.

Boom…

Crack crack crack…

After the eighth strike, the dark clouds above He Pingsheng's head did not vanish—they kept gathering.

"Heavens… still more?"

"My god!"

"How is this possible?"

"Does the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation truly exist in this world?"

"I don't believe it—I must be dreaming!"

"Just now, what did this guy say his name was?"

"He Pingsheng!"

"He Pingsheng… sssss…"

"I've never heard of this person before!"

Tens of thousands of cultivators flew into the void to witness He Pingsheng's tribulation.

In their eyes burned eager light.

Though they couldn't bask in his fortune, merely witnessing the Nine-Nine Annihilation Tribulation was a rare opportunity.

On Tianyuan Thunder Emperor's face, fear finally appeared.

He timidly asked his brother: "Brother… do you think… we can make peace?"

"Hmph…" This time, Shenlei Yao Di didn't even bother whispering: "Look what kind of person you've provoked!"

Boom…

As the two Demon Emperors spoke, a burst of fire and divine art erupted beside them.

They turned to see Feng Wu and Luo Bingyao strike together, knocking the Peach Daoist down from the void.

Feng Wu said: "Trying to run?"

"Wait until my master finishes his tribulation—then ask him if he'll let you go."

Indeed, the Peach Daoist trembled in terror and had already tried to flee.

Shhh…

Boom…

Another streak of light shot into the heavens, landing above the Peach Daoist, declaring solemnly: "This woman is mine—if he escapes, I, Cangqiong Dao Ren, will self-destruct right here!"

Luo Bingyao said: "You came too?"

"Of course!" Cangqiong Dao Ren Hu Chen said: "My best friend is in trouble—how could I not come?"

"Even if a Mahayana Emperor stands in my way, I will fight to the end!"

Luo Bingyao rolled her eyes.

Boom…

Another layer—the ninth wave of tribulation thunder crashed down, pouring over He Pingsheng's head.

This was no longer a tribulation—it was a sea of silver lightning.

"Open…!" He Pingsheng roared.

The blood-red turtle shell pried open, revealing a solidified blue turtle spirit image that shielded him within.

Then another black lotus platform flew out, blocking above the blue turtle spirit image.

The next instant, the thunder tribulation struck squarely.

The black lotus platform shattered first.

Then the blue turtle spirit image collapsed.

Finally, the remaining thirty percent of the tribulation's power fell upon He Pingsheng's head.

"Break open—"

He Pingsheng roared again, and a vast force erupted from his body.

He turned defense into offense, shattering all thirty percent of the remaining tribulation lightning.