Outside the entrance to the Dragon Ruins.
By now, many cultivators had fled from the ruins. Even more who had never entered stood on tiptoe, gazing expectantly.
At that moment, someone noticed black clouds pressing down in the distance, lightning flashing and thunder rolling.
“It is tribulation cloud. Someone is undergoing tribulation!”
“This is already the third time, yet the cloud has not dispersed. Could a Nascent Soul cultivator be crossing the Four-Nine Minor Heavenly Tribulation?”
“Impossible. The Four-Nine Minor Tribulation never builds up with such terror. The range is far too vast. The fourth tribulation lightning has already formed, and it looks like a blade. This is not something a minor tribulation would produce!”
“When tribulation lightning takes the form of a blade, it slays heaven’s chosen… Could this be a demon cultivator crossing the Demon King Tribulation?!”
Many cultivators stared at the distant sky. Finally, an aged elder seemed to recall something. Shock appeared on his face.
“Old Mo, you must be joking?”
“Exactly. Demon King Tribulations are not rare, and aren’t they usually only two or three waves? How can there be a fourth?”
“Precisely. I have lived two or three hundred years and seen many mountain gods and river earls cross their Demon King Tribulation. Even the strongest only endured three waves!”
“Yes, I remember clearly. The last time I accompanied the sect ancestor to Great Yue Immortal Mountain in Jing Kingdom to observe the ceremony when Great Yue Mountain God crossed his tribulation, it was also three waves!”
“I heard from the ancestor that Great Yue Mountain God was extraordinary. He supposedly possessed a divine body and ranked among the top three demon kings in the entire Divine Domain!”
“Even a demon cultivator with a divine body only crossed three waves. Could there really be a demon more outstanding than one with a divine body?”
Some cultivators voiced doubts. They had never heard of a Demon King Tribulation having four waves.
“You simply do not know. That does not mean it does not exist.”
The elder addressed as Old Mo spoke calmly. A trace of reminiscence flickered in his eyes. In a low voice he continued, “When I was young, I once witnessed a demon cultivator endure four waves of tribulation lightning. His fourth wave also took the form of a black heavenly blade, as though it wanted to cut him down completely!”
“What?!”
All the cultivators revealed shocked expressions. Curiosity followed immediately. They pressed, “Did he die?”
“It is hard to say whether he died or not.” Old Mo shook his head.
“What do you mean?” The crowd looked baffled.
“Because in my view, even if he lived, it was no different from death. Demons are born to revere freedom. Once that freedom is taken away, is it not the same as being dead?”
Old Mo’s words left the crowd confused, but soon they heard him continue, “That demon cultivator ultimately withstood the four waves, yet afterwards he was taken away by an old monk. From then on he left the Divine Domain and never returned.”
“So any demon capable of triggering four waves of tribulation lightning is extraordinarily exceptional. Even the holy sons of those sacred grounds in the Hundred Thousand Mountains are probably only at that level, right?”
“Elder, do you mean this is very likely a demon race holy son crossing tribulation?”
Many cultivators felt their hearts stir.
“Do not even think about coveting such a monster. Every demon race holy son is inevitably guarded by demon ancestors. If you dare go pick the scraps, you will not have the life to return.”
Seeing the eager light in many eyes, Old Mo gave a cold laugh and shook his head.
Among these younger cultivators his cultivation was the highest, but he knew full well that his late Core Formation strength was actually nothing across the entire Divine Domain.
How had he lived so long?
By being cautious and careful, nothing more!
After Old Mo’s warning, most cultivators extinguished their wild ambitions. Still, a small portion remained greedy.
That was a demon race holy son!
The status of a demon race holy son was extremely high, even more noble than the personal disciples of the great transcendent sects in the Divine Domain!
How could such a demon lack treasures?
Moreover, humans and demons were openly irreconcilable. Most sects took slaying demons as their duty.
If they could kill a demon race holy son, they would become famous in a single battle!
The sect rewards would be lavish, but more importantly they would earn the admiration and favour of countless female immortals across the Divine Domain!
Thus several people immediately flew towards the distance.
They were not stupid. They knew how powerful a demon race holy son was, but they also understood how weak a demon cultivator became after tribulation. As for whether demon ancestors were protecting him, they did not need to care.
In their view they could simply hide nearby and act according to the situation!
If no demon ancestor was present and the other party was gravely injured by the tribulation, they naturally would not let such a perfect opportunity pass!
In fact, not only this group, even more cultivators from farther away were flying towards the tribulation site.
Mo Fan naturally knew nothing of all this.
At this moment every hair on his body stood on end. Inside he felt so stifled he wanted to spit blood. He had never imagined there would actually be a fourth wave of tribulation lightning!
And the thing above his head clearly looked anything but proper. It was not just perverted, it was extremely perverted!
Which proper tribulation lightning took the form of a blade?
“Tribulation lightning forming a blade… You old bastard, you really want to chop me dead, huh?”
“But this king will not let you have your way!”
“Damn heavens, if you have the guts then come!”
“Come and strike me dead!!”
Mo Fan cursed loudly. He gripped the Jing Lei war spear and pointed it at the blade-shaped tribulation lightning overhead.
Boom!
In the next instant the tribulation blade moved. Like an enormous guillotine, it fell straight towards Mo Fan’s head!
“Fuck! You’re really coming for me!”
Mo Fan’s scalp went numb. While swearing he instantly turned into a bolt of lightning and shot away.
Yet no matter how he flew, the tribulation blade overhead kept him locked.
Feeling a heavenly blade hanging above his head, Mo Fan’s entire demon self felt unwell. That thing was like a death warrant. It filled him with awe.
Finally his gaze locked onto the blazing sun fleeing frantically ahead. He immediately grinned widely and laughed, “Brother Sun Ying, don’t run! How about this king gives you something fun?”
“Get lost!”
At this moment Sun Ying’s hair was dishevelled. He was completely wrapped inside the great sun as he fled into the distance. Where was the slightest trace of a great sect’s personal disciple?
He did not even need to turn his head. With divine sense alone he could see everything behind him.
That damned monster actually still wanted to drag him down. He was simply inhuman!
“Brother Sun Ying, don’t be so cold. Didn’t you want an immortal treasure?”
“Now the immortal treasure is right here with me, and there are no other cultivators competing with you. So why are you running?”
Mo Fan chuckled sinisterly, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth. The lightning mark between his brows blazed brightly. The power of wind and thunder grew even more violent, making him a little faster.
He knew he could not catch up before the tribulation blade fell. His only goal was to get as close as possible to the other party.
Only that way could he make that treacherous Sun Ying suffer more tribulation damage!
Faced with Mo Fan’s verbal assault, Sun Ying said nothing, but his entire face turned almost black. Not only black, it was slightly twisted and ferocious…
“Son of a bitch. This king will let you off this once!”
“The next time this king sees you, I’ll slap you dead in one strike!”
Mo Fan cursed vehemently. Finally he stopped. Then he charged straight at the tribulation blade overhead and roared, “Come on!”
“A mere tribulation. How could this king fear you!”
