Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

The Mad Lion Saint was a formidable Seventh-Layer Saint Realm expert and a top assassin within the Demon Slayer Sect. His strength was unquestionable, even slightly superior to Saint You Heng. However, faced with the Thunder Kylin, even a powerhouse like him was as helpless as a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He was effortlessly crushed to death, incapable of putting up any resistance. The scene was so overwhelming that it left everyone speechless and in utter disbelief. A gruesome rain of blood and flesh fell from the sky, staining the eyes of all who watched in scarlet.

”Spatial Shift!”

In Cang City, Master Gong Ming’s pupils contracted in sheer horror as the Thunder Kylin descended. He mobilized what little Spiritual Energy he had left, activating the half-ruined City Protection Formation. Space spread out like a curtain, rapidly enveloping most of Cang City. Then, the Spatial Force erupted, teleporting all the surviving citizens to a distant location in one go. The Thunder Kylin was so terrifying that its aftershock alone could obliterate the entire city. Master Gong Ming, who held deep affection for Cang City, couldn’t bear to see its people annihilated.

Just as he finished, the Thunder Kylin, wreathed in a sky full of thunderbolts, crashed down upon Su Han.

BOOM!

A heaven-shaking roar caused the very sky and earth to tremble as if they were a cave on the verge of collapse. Blinding Thunder Light instantly filled everyone’s vision, leaving them with nothing but a piercing white void. The boundless Thunder Sea submerged Cang City in a flash, reducing it to ruins. The bodies and buildings within were instantly blasted to dust. The Thunder Sea continued to spread like the floodwaters of a bursting dam, destroying the surrounding mountains and rivers. It was as if doomsday had arrived, and the entire world was on the brink of destruction.

Under these circumstances, even Saint You Heng dared not linger. He quickly retracted his Hell Nether Serpent and retreated at once. But despite his swift reaction, he was still caught by the terrifying shockwave. He was sent flying backward, his face ashen, coughing up mouthfuls of blood like a bird with broken wings. If this was the fate of Saint You Heng, Demon Saint Hua Jing fared even worse. His injuries were far more severe, and he was already plummeting from the sky, his massive body battered and scarred.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

Above the firmament, thunder roared and dark clouds bellowed as if the Heavenly Dao itself was enraged. The final wave of the Heavenly Tribulation descended, elevating the Thunder Sea to an entirely new level of power.

After a long time, the terrifying Thunder Sea began to subside, but the world remained filled with endless Thunder Light, leaving the teleported citizens of Cang City in a state of utter terror.

COUGH! COUGH! A series of urgent coughs rang out. Far from Cang City, a charred Master Gong Ming was continuously coughing up blood. The blood was black and carried a burnt smell. He had used the last of his strength to activate the City Protection Formation, teleporting himself and the city’s inhabitants away. But this Thunder Sea was too horrific; even from such a great distance, he had been hit by the explosion’s shockwave. Combined with his previous grave injuries, he was now at death’s door.

But his anxious gaze remained fixed on the direction of Cang City. He was worried about Saint You Heng’s safety and Su Han’s fate. Even the Mad Lion Saint had been effortlessly killed. Despite his strength, Saint You Heng was in mortal danger. As for Su Han, the true Tribulation Transcender, he was the direct target of it all. He successfully weathered the first eight bolts of the Heavenly Tribulation, but can a miracle happen again?

You must survive! Master Gong Ming clenched his fists, his heart filled with anxiety, but all he could do was watch from afar.

Within the Thunder Sea, a figure struggled to his feet. It was Saint You Heng. He wasn’t dead, but his injuries were unprecedentedly severe. His hair was gone, and his skin was split and mangled all over, with not an inch of it unscathed. His clothes had long since been reduced to ash, but with his entire body scorched black, nothing was discernible.

COUGH! COUGH! As he coughed up blood and black smoke billowed from his mouth and nose, Saint You Heng’s aura was feeble, and even the tattoos on his body had dimmed significantly. He was strong, but the Thunder Kylin’s power was simply greater. Though he had survived, he was still gripped by lingering fear. If that Thunder Kylin had been aimed at me, I would have certainly died.

I wonder how Su Han is doing. Saint You Heng was also worried about Su Han’s life. He was the genius he valued most, and Su Han’s relationship with Tongyan made him favor the boy even more. It would be heartbreaking if he fell here.

Saint You Heng searched with his weak Divine Sense but couldn’t detect Su Han’s aura at all, and his heart sank. He knew the chances of surviving such a terrifying Heavenly Tribulation were slim. But what if? He could only cling to that sliver of hope as he searched, sincerely wishing that Su Han had lived.

He didn’t find Su Han, but he did sense another familiar aura. Looking up, he saw the massive body of Demon Saint Hua Jing emerging from the Thunder Sea not far away. The Demon Saint was enormous and physically powerful, but he was no match for the Heavenly Tribulation. A third of his massive body had been blown away. His tail fin was long gone, the stump a blurred, charred mess of flesh and blood. The other wounds on his body were just as severe; great gashes revealed the white bone beneath.

Demon Saint Hua Jing was struggling to take out a Holy Medicine to consume, hoping to heal and seize the advantage. As for Su Han, he’s definitely dead. There’s no other possibility. After all, this final bolt of the Heavenly Tribulation was too terrifying. Even a Saint couldn’t withstand it, let alone Su Han, who hasn’t even broken through to the Supreme Realm. That monster is finally dead. That’s the only good news!

At this moment, within the former Cang City, only Saint You Heng and Demon Saint Hua Jing remained. Everyone else had either been teleported away by Master Gong Ming or reduced to ash in the Thunder Sea. The city itself was gone, leaving behind a shocking expanse of desolate, scorched earth.

”Hm?”

Suddenly, both Saint You Heng and Demon Saint Hua Jing sensed an anomaly. The Thunder Sea was indeed weakening, seemingly about to extinguish itself. But a closer inspection revealed that the flow of Thunder Light resembled streams of water, all converging toward a single point. This bizarre situation captured their attention. They both turned to look, and in the direction the Thunder Light was flowing, a figure was faintly visible.

This figure was bathed in dazzling Thunder Light, making it impossible to see clearly, but both Saint You Heng and Demon Saint Hua Jing instantly guessed his identity.

Su Han was still alive.