Chapter 812: Heavenly Tribulation Arrives

Chapter 812: Tian Jie Comes

"Kill for me!"

Cheng Kun's face was contorted with rage as he roared furiously.

Hearing his command, experts from Zhengyang Zong surged forward from all directions.

However, just as they were about to breach the underground barrier, a dazzling golden figure burst out like a golden divine light, piercing straight into the sky, traversing the void, soaring through the heavens, and charging directly into the ethereal high sky.

Boom!

As the golden figure came to a halt in the ethereal high sky, thunderous roars echoed from the misty void above.

Hmm?

Xuan Wang, standing in the Zhengyang Void Heaven, was still watching the bloody battle outside when the deafening thunder made him furrow his brow and instinctively look up.

It wasn't just him—all members of Zhengyang Zong raised their faces, gazing toward the misty void. As cultivators, they all felt an overwhelming sense of impending disaster in that instant, like a sharp sword hanging over their hearts or a massive mountain weighing them down.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder boomed again from the misty void.

Then, the void trembled violently, winds howled, and clouds churned as thick, black storm clouds gathered, blotting out the sky and earth. An oppressive force that made the heavens tremble descended, threatening to shatter the vast cosmos.

Soon, within the rolling black clouds, lightning tore through, flashing and thundering, plunging the world into alternating darkness and brilliance.

"It's Tian Jie!"

Xuan Wang's body shuddered, his face paling in shock.

"Damn it!"

Outside Zhengyang Zong, where the allied forces were battling the Yin Ming dead generals, cries of frustration erupted, sounding like howls of wolves.

What the hell is this? It's like someone is trying to undergo Tian Jie right on the battlefield! This bastard is dragging the entire allied army into it!

"What an immense pressure—who's undergoing the tribulation?" Dao Huang, in the midst of battle, frowned deeply as he looked up at the misty void.

"I don't know who it is, but it's definitely some troublemaking scumbag." The old Zhuge man cursed loudly. "Choosing to tribulate here? He's trying to pull us all into this calamity!"

"I'd better calculate with my fingers—we should retreat while we can." Wuya Dao Ren started acting like a fortune teller again.

"Is that... is that really Tian Jie?" Inside Zhengyang Zong, fear spread among the disciples and elders who had never seen it before, their faces deathly pale. They had never witnessed a Tian Jie, let alone one so terrifying.

"Who is it? Exactly who?" Xuan Wang's roar echoed through the sky. He glared at the heavens, focusing his vision to pierce through the void, but his gaze was blocked by the thunder, preventing him from seeing the face of the one undergoing the tribulation.

"Allied forces, heed my order—retreat."

An ethereal voice soon came from the misty void above, carrying the authority of thunder that brooked no defiance.

And the speaker, needless to say, was Ye Chen.

Indeed, at the most critical moment, he had forcefully broken through to the Zhun Tian realm. Before the Zhengyang Zong experts could enter the underground world, he burst out of Zhengyang Zong and into the misty void directly overhead, successfully triggering the Tian Jie.

His order for the allied forces to retreat was clear—he didn't want his own allies to suffer the unwarranted wrath of the Archaic Holy Body's divine punishment.

Below, the expressions of everyone in the allied forces were strange. Though the voice was faint, they recognized it immediately.

"That kid actually advanced to the Zhun Tian realm at a time like this." Gu San Tong opened his mouth in surprise, then swallowed hard.

"It looks like he's using the power of the Tian Jie divine punishment to break through Zhengyang Zong's mountain-protecting barrier." Zhong Jiang took a deep breath, his old eyes full of admiration. "What audacity!"

"Retreat." Heng Yue Zhen Ren flicked his robe, seemingly understanding Ye Chen's intent.

"Withdraw." The leaders of Yanhuang, Heng Yue, Qing Yun, Dan Cheng, and the various great families gave the order in unison. Those still fighting quickly disengaged and retreated swiftly, as the Tian Jie could strike at any moment.

"You bastard." Compared to Dao Huang and the others, Xuan Wang's face was savagely twisted, as if he had also recognized Ye Chen's voice.

"Xuan Wang, I hope this gift satisfies you." From the misty void above, Ye Chen's words drifted down, laced with chilling intent.

"You're asking for death." Xuan Wang erupted in fury, suddenly rising to charge into the misty void and eliminate Ye Chen.

But as soon as he moved, thunder boomed from the nine heavens, with billions of lightning bolts converging into a sea of thunder.

He abruptly halted, realizing that the Tian Jie divine punishment had already formed. Rushing in would mean being struck down on the spot. Staying within Zhengyang Zong was different—he could passively endure the tribulation while relying on the sect's mountain-protecting barrier for defense.

Boom!

Soon, the sea of heavenly tribulation descended from the nine heavens, enveloping all of Zhengyang Zong. Anyone under its cover was pulled into the passive tribulation.

Bang! Clang!

The divine punishment lightning struck Zhengyang Zong's mountain-protecting barrier, sparking brilliant flashes.

To be fair, Zhengyang Zong's barrier was extraordinarily strong—even the powerful tribulation lightning couldn't pierce it immediately.

"Kill for me!" Cheng Kun, with disheveled hair and a hideously ferocious face, stabilized the sect's formation with the barrier active. The attack arrays had reactivated, all targeting Ye Chen.

"Kill me?" Ye Chen, amidst the sea of thunder resisting the tribulation, couldn't help but sneer.

He was clever enough to have climbed into the sky and positioned himself in the misty void at a height of over 30,000 meters—far beyond the reach of Zhengyang Zong's attack arrays.

While Zhengyang Zong's arrays couldn't hit him, his sea of tribulation thunder continued to strike relentlessly. The world-shaking lightning gathered into a vast thunder sea, each bolt extraordinarily thick.

Seeing this, Cheng Kun nearly choked on his frustration, able to do nothing but watch helplessly.

"Send people up to kill him." His face twisted in rage, he issued the order. If the arrays couldn't reach, he'd send forces to do it and finish him off.

However, his command made the elders hesitate. That was divine punishment tribulation—if they left the Zhengyang Zong barrier, they'd likely be reduced to ashes before even getting close.

"Are you defying orders?" Cheng Kun thundered, drawing his killing sword with a sharp ring. "Anyone who disobeys will be executed on the spot."

The elders' expressions turned stern under the pressure, and they steeled themselves to charge out of Zhengyang Zong's barrier, defying the heavens.

Boom!

Divine punishment lightning rained down immediately. The first elder, at the Kong Ming realm, was blasted into a spray of blood and bones, plummeting from the sky before reaching even a thousand meters.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The elders who followed met the same grisly fate, struck down as soon as they ascended.

Witnessing this, Cheng Kun ground his teeth in hatred. "Those at Zhun Tian level—get up there!"

He realized that Kong Ming realm elders were futile against this; the tribulation was too terrifying. To forcefully clash with the lightning and reach the high sky, one needed at least half-step Kong Ming realm.

Immediately, a purple-robed elder from Zhengyang Zong stepped out of the barrier.

Buzz!

His life-bound spiritual weapon quickly hovered above his head, shielding his body as he charged upward against the heavens.

Boom! Bang! Clang!

The divine punishment tribulation struck his spiritual weapon repeatedly. After just over a dozen bolts, it was sent flying.

Without his spiritual weapon's protection, the purple-robed elder's situation became dire. Lightning struck one after another, each more devastating than the last. Even with his Zhun Tian realm cultivation, he was left battered and bloody.

"Damn it." The purple-robed elder grunted and retreated back into Zhengyang Zong's barrier. He was certain that pushing further would mean being obliterated before reaching 15,000 meters.

"Fa Wang." Cheng Kun and the others anxiously turned to Xuan Wang.

"What can I do?" Xuan Wang snorted coldly, his face dark with frustration. He had no time for them; he was frantically recalling his Yin Ming army into Zhengyang Zong. The Yin Ming dead generals feared tribulation the most and would turn to dust in no time.

"But we can't just stand here and watch!" Cheng Kun and his group were frantic with worry.

"Reinforce the mountain-protecting barrier." Xuan Wang said gravely. "Once he finishes the tribulation, he'll be in a weakened state. We can strike then—it's not too late."

"Understood." Cheng Kun and the others dared not delay, rushing to their positions.