Chapter 870 - You Bastard!

When the six bolts of lightning fell at the same time, Xu Zimo still didn’t dodge.

Purely in terms of physical toughness, before reaching the Immortal realm, these couldn’t harm him at all.

And as for his soul, that was even less of a concern. With the Nine Revolutions God Tower Physique, the strongest soul constitution, how could these bolts of lightning possibly destroy it?

Bathed in lightning, with Xu Zimo at the center, all the surrounding void shattered.

Even the floor beneath his feet broke apart.

Those watching below were both shocked and anxious for Xu Zimo.

“This guy isn’t going to dodge?”

“Confidence or arrogance?”

“Facing a tribulation head-on, does he think he’s an Emperor? I think he needs to be taught a lesson.”

“No matter what, he’s got some skill. Otherwise he wouldn’t dare do this.”

…

The lightning explosion made it impossible to see what was happening inside.

But when the tribulation dispersed, and Xu Zimo walked out completely unscathed, everyone was stunned, their eyes wide in disbelief.

“This guy’s totally fine?”

“What kind of monster is this? Even lightning tribulation can’t do anything to him?”

“What’s wrong? Surprised?” Xu Zimo looked at Ji Ruobing with a smile.

“To be honest, a little unexpected,” Ji Ruobing admitted.

“So your challenging me is nothing but foolishness,” Xu Zimo shook his head, smiling. “I didn’t want to discourage you, but to be honest, among the younger generation, there’s not a single person so far who’s truly caught my eye.”

“If you’d said that earlier, I’d have thought you were bragging. But now, I believe it.” Ji Ruobing said seriously, “I have one last move. If you can block it, I’ll admit defeat.”

Xu Zimo extended his right hand slightly.

The aura around Ji Ruobing completely changed.

On the Myriad Tribulation Cone, the original five-colored light completely turned black.

That deep black slowly rotated.

A unique spiritforce spread out from the Myriad Tribulation Cone, gathering together and drifting toward the heavens.

Ji Ruobing’s long hair floated without wind, her purple robe rustling sharply.

Her cold yet solemn voice followed.

“Divine Tribulation: Will of All Beings.”

In the pitch-black sky, black clouds piled thickly.

Silver lightning like giant dragons wove through the clouds.

It was obvious this move took a great toll on Ji Ruobing. Her face turned a sickly pale, as if her life force had been drained.

Her blood and energy seemed completely depleted.

The so-called Will of All Beings was the gathering of the combined power of all living wills, striking to break a person’s mind.

It was neither a physical attack nor a soul attack.

Strictly speaking, it targeted willpower itself.

Imagine, tens of thousands of wills against a single person’s will. The gap was clear.

The Will of All Beings transformed into a river of lightning.

Vast and mighty, it roared across the sky.

“Don’t look at it!” someone shouted around the dueling platform.

Even though this lightning river wasn’t aimed at them, the aftershocks alone were unbearable.

Their thoughts felt muddled, indescribable in words.

Everyone forced themselves not to imagine what was in the sky.

And Xu Zimo, at the very center of it all, felt the pressure most directly.

…

Suddenly, Ji Ruobing’s figure looked frail, the toll of this move was unimaginable.

She almost couldn’t stand, holding onto the dueling platform’s railing for support.

“Please enlighten me,” Ji Ruobing said firmly.

This was her self-created tribulation, the move she was most proud of.

She hadn’t followed the path of her ancestor, the Myriad Tribulation Emperor, but forged her own way.

When the river of lightning descended, Xu Zimo didn’t dodge. Nor could he.

He was enveloped entirely, his consciousness seeming to enter a pitch-black void.

Countless thoughts drifted from the darkness, flooding into Xu Zimo’s mind.

These thoughts were of all kinds, as if they were countless lives.

Men, women, old, young.

Swordsmen, holy sons of imperial lineages, disciples of ordinary sects…

It was as if a hundred forms of life and a hundred different experiences were all mixed in Xu Zimo’s mind.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would probably go mad instantly.

After all, with so many lives in one mind, it would be easy to lose oneself completely.

In his mind, a voice kept tempting Xu Zimo.

Give up the martial path!

The world has countless pleasures, beauty, wealth, status, many things to enjoy. Why cling to this lonely and never-ending martial road?

“Truly a move to kill both body and heart,” Xu Zimo thought to himself.

This move didn’t just aim to defeat him, it was to destroy his Dao heart.

Once the Dao heart was broken, one’s martial path was over.

…

From the outside, Xu Zimo stood still, motionless, expressionless.

“That guy?” Ji Ruobing frowned.

Logically, someone caught in her divine tribulation should be in pain, struggling.

But for someone to be so calm, like a still pool of water without the slightest ripple, this was her first time seeing it.

Suddenly, she saw Xu Zimo move.

His right hand rose slightly, the Overlord Shadow in his hand pointing straight at her.

The corners of his mouth curved in a faint smile.

“You’re far from enough,” Xu Zimo said lightly.

“You-” Ji Ruobing’s expression changed drastically. He had broken free from her Will of All Beings so quickly.

And it looked effortless.

Xu Zimo didn’t say more. Shadow Tyrant in his hand slashed toward her.

“I admit defeat!” Ji Ruobing shouted before she could think any further.

“This was supposed to be just a friendly spar, but you tried to destroy my Dao heart. Whether you admit defeat or not, I should get some spoils,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

Before his words finished, he appeared right before Ji Ruobing.

Shadow Tyrant cut her long sword in two.

Then it rested against her neck.

“You want to kill me?” Ji Ruobing asked in disbelief.

After all, this was just a sparring match, not a life-and-death duel like with Ao Nan.

“No need to kill you, but I should at least get some revenge,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

“What do you want?” Ji Ruobing asked.

“If I injure you, you probably wouldn’t care. People like you aren’t lacking healing pills.” Xu Zimo thought for a moment, then smiled. “Hahaha... I just thought of something fun.”

“What?” Ji Ruobing hadn’t finished speaking when Xu Zimo’s Shadow Tyrant slashed toward her.

She closed her eyes, instinctively trying to dodge.

The sound of the blade cutting through the air roared past her ear, but she felt no pain.

She opened her eyes in confusion, looking at Xu Zimo.

But all she saw was his back as he walked away.

Ji Ruobing instinctively looked down, and in that moment, her face turned red.

Her purple robe had been cut into ragged pieces by the blade.

Although nothing vital was exposed, it was extremely disheveled.

“You bastard!”