This was a human figure condensed from arcs of lightning. It was as if it was real and majestic. It was as if it was the God of Thunder that had descended from the God Realm. Its imposing manner was extremely terrifying.
He slowly walked out from the pitch-black Tribulation Cloud. Every single move he made carried a great aura that could destroy the world. It was as if he could destroy the world with just a lift of his hand, sweep through the world, and be invincible throughout the ages.
That pair of silvery-white mercury-like eyes contained the rotation of the sun, moon, and stars. The rotation of all living things, the collapse of the starry sky, and the birth and destruction of the universe. His silvery-white long hair fluttered without any wind as it fluttered behind him. Every single strand of his hair was like a pillar that could destroy the heavens. When they moved slightly, they caused the surrounding space to ripple with seemingly substance like distortions. It was as though this head of silver hair was able to shatter this world.
He just walked slowly like that, seemingly extremely calm. However, within this calmness, there was a kind of earth-shattering might. As he floated there, everything in the surroundings seemed to be subservient. There was no longer any sound in the world. It was deathly silent, as if space itself had been frozen. The tribulation clouds in the sky also stopped rolling, and the arcs of lightning also retracted back into the tribulation clouds. It was heavy, as if everything was subservient to his feet.
Although he didn't do anything, Feng Hao felt as if there were ten thousand mountains on his body. Not to mention floating, he couldn't even straighten his body at this moment. He slowly bent down, as if he was submissive to that silhouette.
"Heavenwarring Art."
Feng Hao frantically circulated the Heavenwarring Art. His eyes were scarlet-red without any impurities. It was as if his eyes were an ocean of blood from hell, filled with violence and all sorts of negative emotions.
However, at this moment, even his Battle Will couldn't break out of his body. It was as if a powerful aura had enveloped him, destroying all his means. Even his Battle Will that was as sharp as a peerless divine sword had been broken, unable to exert any effect.
"Ke Ke …"
Feng Hao gnashed his teeth so hard that creaking sounds could be heard. His body was trembling, and the bones all over his body emitted a sound that made one's teeth ache. It was as if they were axles that had not been oiled.
Although his waist was bending down little by little, he tried his best to raise his head. No matter how hard his bones cracked, he would not give in.
He was too strong.
Feng Hao's heart was trembling. This kind of power had surpassed all of his knowledge. He had a feeling that the figure in the sky could take his life at any time.
At this moment, he should be toying with her.
That's right, he wanted him to slowly submit to him. Therefore, Feng Hao endured the humiliation and stubbornly refused to lower his head even if his body was crushed.
In the Yulan City, he had come to understand a certain principle, a principle that he had always adhered to. Sometimes, dignity was more important than life itself.
"Just who is this person? Why isn't he at the second level of Heavenly Punishment?"
Question after question flashed through Feng Hao's mind. He could not think of a reason, nor could he get an answer.
At that time, Huang Tianyun said that eight apertures would face the first level of Heavenly Punishment when advancing to the Great Saint realm. As for nine apertures, Huang Tianyun deduced that perhaps it should be the second level of Heavenly Punishment.
According to his calculations, after the first level of Heavenly Punishment, he should face the second level of Heavenly Punishment. However, a figure strangely walked out.
This made Feng Hao a little confused.
No one knew what he was going to face, because there was no such thing as a nine apertures person in this world.
After a while, both of Feng Hao's feet had sunk into the ground. Slowly, it reached his calves, and even his knees, and it continued to spread upwards …
If he sunk any further, then judging from Feng Hao's current posture, it would be as if he was prostrating on the ground, submitting to someone.
"No, no, no, no."
Feng Hao roared in his heart, his anger boiling like a volcano erupting. Endless anger mixed with battle intent surged like a stream of fire. A will that could defeat the heavens and earth sprouted from the bottom of his heart.
The Heavenly Battling Art. He even dared to fight the heavens. How could he be defeated by a human?
With the sound of bones grinding, Feng Hao raised his head bit by bit, trembling violently. Bit by bit, he looked up at the sky. His crimson eyes contained an unyielding belief that he could defeat everything.
"Huh?"
In the sky, the silver-white figure looked at everything with disdain. There was a strange look in his eyes, and he was rather surprised. However, he quickly returned to normal, indifferent to everything.
"Perish."
He spat out words that were bone-chilling. Each word was sonorous, like thunder, resounding through the sky. The heavens and earth trembled under his words. A wave of seemingly solid ripples spread out, pressing down on Feng Hao.
"Roar."
Feng Hao was like a trapped beast. He roared, and his body trembled violently. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
It was as if the sky had really shattered and collapsed. It shattered everything and hit Feng Hao's body. He spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and all the bones in his body were shattered at this moment. He was directly pressed down.
"No, no."
A sharp voice pierced through everything, tearing apart the silence that seemed to have stopped. It also shattered the pressure, and at the last moment, it saved Fenghao's life.
"Cough, cough …"
After coughing out two mouthfuls of blood, Feng Hao's vision turned black, and he fell into darkness.
…
This was a simple and crude mountain village, with verdant hills and clear waters. The adults went hunting in the mountains, while the children danced with their swords in the small field in the middle of the village.
This morning, the strong men in the village woke up early as usual, and went to the mountains not far from the village to hunt.
Because this was the Hundred Clans Continent, the spiritual energy of the world here was not something the Tianwu Continent could compare to. Therefore, the strong men in the village were all extraordinary. They all had the cultivation of the Martial Spirit Realm, and there was even a strong middle-aged man who had reached the Martial Ancestor Realm.
However, because of the dense spiritual energy of the world, the wild beasts in the mountains were also extraordinary. Even if there was a Martial Ancestor Realm existence among them, if they encountered the overlord of the mountain, they would still not be able to escape unscathed.
However, they were extremely lucky today. In just one morning, they hunted two wild beasts that weighed hundreds of kilograms. Moreover, they did not encounter any danger, so the group was in a good mood.
"Brother Quan, look, there's someone here."
Beside a small stream, a young man who looked to be in his twenties suddenly exclaimed, attracting the attention of the group.
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