Legend of the Great Sage

ivator could not help but interrupt them.
“Hey, what are you on about? Isn’t it just twelve Demon Sovereigns?”

Dai Mengfan smiled sorrowfully.
“You’ll find out very soon, junior sister Ke Xin.”

Wan Jianfeng suddenly stood up and drew his sword from its sheath.
He said coldly, “Senior brother and sister, you’ve been far too disappointing.
You feed the might of the enemy and weaken the morale of your own people.
If the demonfolk want to take Black Cloud city, they’ll have to ask my sword first!”

He practised the Heavenly Tome of Sword Control.
He was a sword cultivator, most skilled in battle.
He did not believe twelve Demon Sovereigns with a crowd of ragtags could be particularly powerful.

“Hahahaha!” Le Tian slammed the table.
He laughed so hard that he swayed back and forth.
“I really can’t help it.
Who wants to gamble on whether we can defend Black Cloud city or not with me? Oh right, you can increase the odds too and gamble on how many of us will die.”

It immediately earned him the wrath of everyone.
They all began to berate him.
Before long, the direct disciples had devolved into a dispute, just like in the Direct Disciple hall.

Pi Yangqiu shook his head.
If Lin Xuan was around, they would have reached an agreement a long time ago.
Lie Liehuo was not the true “first senior brother” after all.
He was fine usually, but when it came to moments of life or death like right now, he truly struggled to keep the situation under control.
The battle really was becoming more and more pessimistic.

“Senior brother, I’m skilled with formations, so let me control the Formation of Black Clouds and Roaring Thunder!”

“Alright!” Li Liehuo said, “I still need someone to lead the Xuanwu army.”

The hall fell quiet.
No one answered.

Even the direct disciples that had not been through major battles still possessed some common sense.
Leading the army was leaving the city and facing the enemy on the battlefield, or even leading the charge against the enemy formation.

Not only would they lose the protection of the Formation of Black Clouds and Roaring Thunder, but it was even very easy for them to be trapped by the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous as well.
Under a situation like that, it was extremely easy to die.

Le Tian burst out laughing, while Li Liehuo furrowed his eyebrows even further.

At this moment, Ruan Yaozhu raised her hand firmly with a blank expression.

Li Liehuo directly ignored her.
“Then we have nobody! Very well!”

Rumble!

The sounds of thunder rang out in the distance.

“Spring thunder?”

However, when everyone looked over, they could not see any lightning at all.

“How can regular thunder reach so far? Don’t tell me someone is undergoing a tribulation?”

The slight incident did not draw too much attention until the thunder became louder and louder without any signs of ending.
The entire city shook gently.

“What heavenly tribulation is this?”

The fifth heavenly tribulation!

Splash! A spirit turtle raised its head from the marsh, gazing at the tribulation clouds that rapidly gathered in the air, surging around like a swirl.
Thunder boomed.

Li Qingshan had broken through to the sixth layer of the spirit turtle very quickly.
He did not encounter any bottlenecks or obstacles.
All these years of accumulation made it all smooth sailing.

As his cultivation grew abruptly, it immediately triggered the heavenly tribulation.

The tribulation clouds grew heavier, and the surroundings became pitch-black.
Visibility was at an all-time low.
Only the flashing lightning would illuminate the mountains momentarily, like slumbering giants watching the spirit turtle in the marsh.

Strangely enough, not a single bolt of lightning fell during all this time.
The tribulation clouds continued to amass until they hung so low that they almost touched the top of the mountains.

Armaments of tribulation lightning were gradually taking shape one by one in the centre of the great swirl.

A blade, a spear, a sword, a halberd, an axe, a battle axe, a hook sword, and a fork condensed without dispersing, sizzling with lightning as they hung over Li Qingshan’s head.

The scale of the heavenly tribulation was so large that it actually matched Chao Tianjiao’s sixth heavenly tribulation.

At the same time, the skandha-māra began to stir in his heart.
The demonic thoughts and endless affiliations sprang forth.
His five skandha began to blaze.

It just happened to resemble Black Cloud city.
Inside, the people were unconvinced, while they had an army looming outside.
They faced trouble both internally and externally on the verge of disaster.

Li Qingshan assumed the physique of the demonic and divine, standing in the marsh with the mountains, welcoming the tribulation clouds with open arms.

“Come!”