I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

With a deafening roar, lightning struck down like a colossal pillar.

The lightning engulfed Shen Ming's figure, making it impossible for outsiders to see him clearly.

But within the surging power of the thunder, one can feel an unprecedented momentum.

With each bolt of lightning, Shen Ming's aura surged, and with the help of the power of this heavenly tribulation, his strength continued to grow.

"It's over!"

Seeing this trend, Xuanxiao knew something was wrong; the Fifth Realm's heaven and earth still couldn't restrain Shen Ming.

Under the Heavenly Tribulation, the power of the Tribulation Sword far surpasses that of the God-Slaying Sword Technique and Sword Thirteen.

The price is the possibility of failing the tribulation, but this time, Shen Ming's foundation is very solid.

His cultivation level was already at the Quasi-Emperor level, and he possessed a page of the Thunder Emperor Immortal Scripture, which was perfectly suited to this situation.

"One sword to avert calamity!"

Shen Ming muttered to himself, a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if the power of the entire world was at his disposal.

Thunder and fire are no longer simply acts of destruction; they are combined with the power of heaven and earth.

The overflowing lightning continuously transformed into sword intent.

Without a sword in hand, heaven and earth are the sword.

"Here comes the sword!"

As the first lightning bolt struck, Shen Ming reached out and grabbed it, the lightning transforming into a sword in his hand.

The first sword strike was aimed at Xuanxiao.

Xuanxiao broke out in a cold sweat, gripping his halberd as he tried to block Shen Ming's sword strike.

However, just feeling the sharpness of the sword's edge made him tremble.

"Shake the eight wastelands! Sweep across the six directions!"

As he struggled in his death throes, the surrounding space was instantly shaken, releasing a tremendous force.

However, the lightning sword light tore through the void, transforming into a massive heavenly tribulation light.

Xuanxiao roared, thinking to himself, "Are you taking the tribulation or am I?"

In the end, the lightning sword light mercilessly pierced through his defenses, tearing his armor apart to reveal bright red flesh.

Xuanxiao froze, his face turned pale, and fear and resentment welled up in his eyes.

The light of the calamity intensified, engulfing his figure and devouring his flesh and blood.

"No..." Before Xuanxiao could finish speaking, he was completely swallowed up.

At that moment, all was silent.

"Swordsmanship like this really exists?!"

Having witnessed it firsthand, they believed what Xuanxiao said.

Looking at Shen Ming again, standing in the air, he resembled a god against the backdrop of the heavenly tribulation.

The second tribulation lightning was about to strike, and Shen Ming's gaze was fixed on that quasi-saint from a great sect.

Good heavens, they're using the heavenly tribulation lightning as cannonballs!

"Young man, don't go down the path of impulsiveness. Focus on overcoming your tribulation." The Quasi-Saint tried to remain calm and indicated that he would no longer intervene.

"To be with death is not just an empty phrase."

Shen Ming had no intention of giving up.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the second lightning bolt struck, tearing the sky apart and carrying with it an aura of endless destruction.

Shen Ming took the Dao of Heaven as his teacher, used it to comprehend the Immortal Scripture, and then drew his sword.

The Quasi-Saint stared intently at Shen Ming's figure. He was dressed in a golden Daoist robe, his face full of majesty, and his aura as deep as the sea.

"If that's the case, then let us be buried by the heavenly tribulation!"

Shen Ming dared not give up, which fueled his anger.

The quasi-saint raised the scepter in his hand, unleashing a powerful aura.

Countless magical powers converged in one place, transforming into a torrential downpour that formed a rain curtain, sweeping away like a flood.

Those undergoing tribulation must be completely focused and cannot be disturbed.

The Quasi-Saint anticipated this and launched an attack from a distance.

"One sword transforms the heavens! One sword embodies freedom!"

Shen Ming's gaze was icy as he stood amidst the sea of ​​lightning, his sword intent surging once more.

The lightning struck his palm again, impacting his entire body and flowing through his limbs and bones.

Thunderous Dao Heart pounded violently, like a celestial god beating a drum, surging and fierce.

Then, Shen Ming transformed into a lightning-fast longsword.

The quasi-saint's face was ashen as he manipulated countless raindrops, attempting to restrain Shen Ming's sword light.

The power of the heavenly tribulation was unstoppable, mercilessly tearing through the rain curtain.

"hateful!"

The Quasi-Saint was both shocked and furious. His powerful magical energy surged, and he was ready to fight Shen Ming to the death.

An even larger golden rain curtain engulfed the sky, within which the laws of the Great Dao condensed.

The outcome remained unchanged: the calamity light tore through the golden light barrier, unleashing a burst of powerful lightning that instantly pierced through the Quasi-Saint's defenses.

The Quasi-Saint spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

There was no need to press the attack; the light of tribulation burst forth, and just like Xuanxiao before, a quasi-saint was devoured.

"It's a pity that a Quasi-Saint is not a Saint, otherwise he could continue to undergo tribulation."

While Shen Ming was still feeling regretful, the others were already speechless.

A powerful elder of a great sect, a quasi-saint, has fallen!

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Sword Fairy and Gu Tianming both had fervent expressions, revealing their eagerness.

In the distance, the young Emperor Panhuang, still recovering from his injuries, twitched at the corner of his mouth, inwardly cursing the incompetence of the people under his dynasty.

Let such an anomaly descend from the lower realm!

What are you all doing?! This level of taboo should have been eradicated long ago.

To make matters worse, Panhuang Sword Spirit is in dire straits among the sword spirits.

……

"You can't break through the void until the fifth sword strike!" Panhuang Sword Spirit sneered, and the power of space transformed into a black hole.

"The sword spirit and the sword master are one, but unfortunately you have succumbed to the imperial way!" After Jian Li finished speaking, the sword light around her underwent a subtle change.

"You actually borrowed the Sword Master's swordsmanship?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Panhuang Sword Spirit.

They are all sword spirits of the Immortal Sword level, so naturally they focus on the Immortal Sword Way and guide the sword master to improve.

How can a sword spirit borrow the sword path mastered by the sword master?

Jian Li didn't want to answer the question; she was indeed a little embarrassed and needed to overcome her inner pride.

However, when Shen Ming's swordsmanship was applied to her, Jian Li only had two words left in her mind: "It's really good."

Panhuang Sword Spirit began to sense something was wrong and attempted to mobilize the power of the void to counterattack.

However, the black hole was ruthlessly torn apart.

Jian Li's body flew out, slashing straight at the Panhuang Sword Spirit.

A flicker of fear flashed in the eyes of the Panhuang Sword Spirit, and with a roar, it continued to struggle.

As a result, the incomparably sharp sword struck him hard in the chest.

"puff!"

A deep wound suddenly appeared on the chest of the Panhuang Sword Spirit, but no blood flowed out, indicating that the sword spirit was not made of flesh and blood.

Finally, it turned into light and vanished.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Li grabbed the Panhuang Void Sword and took it back.

"The Three Swords of Panhuang contain infinite laws, which may be useful to you."

Shen Ming was still undergoing his tribulation and had no time to pay attention.

Little Panhuang's heart bled when he saw this scene.

He originally intended to bring back the Great Luo Immortal Sword.

As a result, even the Panhuang Void Sword was stolen.

However, he suppressed his anger and got up to leave.

If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave at all.

It was also thanks to Xuanxiao and the others that Shen Ming was forced to undergo tribulation, and he couldn't leave for the time being.

Having lost Panhuang Sword Spirit and Xuanxiao, he had no more trump cards left.

"Did I say you could leave?!"

As a result, Shen Ming attacked under the heavenly tribulation.

Little Panhuang was panicked and angry.

What deep-seated hatred and grudge could there be!

"Young man, why be so ruthless? You have already won a great victory. Rest assured and overcome your tribulation."

A voice came from outside the secret realm—it was from the Holy Realm!

The protectors of Little Panhuang are all Saint-level beings, and there is more than one of them.

"Enough with the nonsense, come in if you dare!"