It was truly unexpected.
Li Siyi had only come to see Su Luo, never imagining that Su Luo would be playing the role of the Left Envoy.
This made it impossible for her to meet him.
After all, he was the current Demon Lord, surrounded by ruthless individuals.
After exchanging a few words with Little Yu, Li Siyi left, her heart heavy with disappointment.
She was also a member of the Seven Stars Sword Sect and shared the responsibility of opposing the Heavenly Demon Sect. Her plan had been simple—meet Su Luo, say a few words, and leave without wasting much time.
Yet even that proved impossible.
Still, she knew about the Heavenly Demon Sect's impending attack and had already collaborated with others to set numerous traps. The sect's members would now face the Heavenly Demon Sect with much greater ease.
The Heavenly Demon Sect was doomed to fail. Li Siyi's efforts were solely to minimize casualties within the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
At this moment, battles raged across the entire Seven Stars Sword Sect.
Only Su Luo remained inside a massive black sphere, seemingly at rest.
Yet, he continued to gather vast amounts of demonic energy—appearances had to be maintained.
Suddenly, a beam of light pierced through Su Luo's protective barrier, forcing him to dodge.
Su Luo instantly slipped into character.
"Who dares?!" The Left Envoy roared in fury, his carefully charged technique disrupted.
The anger was feigned—this was merely a way to give the intruders an out. Had he truly fortified his barrier, it wouldn't have been broken so easily.
Di Haoao made his grand entrance. "Heavenly Demon Sect, you again? Today, you will perish here!"
His tone dripped with arrogance.
Even more imposing was the group behind him—members of the Emperor Heaven Sect.
Seeing them, the Seven Stars Sword Sect suddenly felt a surge of hope.
The Left Envoy had no patience for Di Haoao's bluster and immediately launched an attack.
However, his strike was intercepted by Li Hongtao, a Great Ascension expert standing behind Di Haoao.
"Let me be your opponent," Li Hongtao declared.
The Left Envoy scoffed. "Hmph."
Li Hongtao then pressed the offensive.
With the Emperor Heaven Sect joining the fray, the Seven Stars Sword Sect was no longer at a disadvantage.
The battle raged on.
Yet, Li Hongtao couldn't shake a growing sense of unease.
The Left Envoy's attacks appeared ferocious, yet they lacked real power.
He didn't seem particularly strong, yet none of Li Hongtao's own strikes landed effectively.
Was the Left Envoy holding back? No, that couldn't be possible.
Li Hongtao intensified his assault, but still, the Left Envoy remained unscathed.
How bizarre. Was the Left Envoy truly this formidable?
Meanwhile, Su Luo found the whole affair rather dull. He had long outgrown the thrill of battle.
As he fought Li Hongtao, he even considered ending the fight instantly.
But that would be too excessive—the Left Envoy wasn't supposed to possess such strength.
Su Luo sighed inwardly. Playing someone else's role was exhausting.
If someone provoked him in the future, should he spare them for the sake of the act?
Better yet, he hoped no one would dare provoke him at all.
......
Elsewhere, Lin Xuan fought fiercely, cutting down members of the Heavenly Demon Sect—especially the titled demons. Several had already fallen to his blade.
Just as he prepared to continue his slaughter, an unsettling feeling gripped him.
The sensation lingered, even distracting him momentarily.
Something was definitely wrong.
Following his instincts, he turned his gaze toward a certain direction—where something ominous awaited.
"Lin Xuan, where are you going?"
"I need to leave for a moment. Hold the line."
"Leave it to us."
They trusted him.
Guided by his intuition, Lin Xuan arrived at the location of the Thousand-Fall Lightning Bell.
There, he encountered "Su Luo."
"You're here?" Lin Xuan was surprised to see Su Luo in this place.
Little Yu began reciting her lines, delivering the crucial message to Lin Xuan.
"You're not Su Luo!"
At first, Lin Xuan hadn't noticed anything amiss, but soon, the discrepancies became apparent.
Though the impersonation was convincing, subtle differences remained—the signature lazy tone in Su Luo's voice was entirely absent.
Little Yu ignored his remark and continued her script. She had no intention of improvising. Su Luo had assured her that even if exposed, the consequences would be minimal.
Lin Xuan decided to focus on the message. If this wasn't Su Luo, it must be someone he trusted—likely here to relay important information.
What?! Provoke a heavenly tribulation?!
This was no joking matter.
Once her lines were delivered, Little Yu launched a few attacks before swiftly retreating.
Lin Xuan was left alone.
He hurriedly tried to deactivate the Thousand-Fall Lightning Bell, but it was too late—enough energy had already been gathered to summon a significant tribulation.
Watching the ominous changes in the sky above the Seven Stars Sword Sect, he stowed the bell and rushed back.
The heavens had shifted.
The Left Envoy sensed it immediately—the timing was perfect.
With a single punch, he sent Li Hongtao crashing to the ground.
He had held back long enough.
Li Hongtao couldn't comprehend it—one moment, they had been evenly matched, and the next, he was overpowered in an instant.
Of course, the Left Envoy needed Li Hongtao out of the way for his grand speech.
Spreading his arms wide, he amplified his voice to its fullest.
"Behold! This is the gift I have prepared for you—a heavenly tribulation!"
As his words echoed, the sky darkened in an instant. Thick clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and violent winds howled.
A terrifying energy coalesced above.
At the mention of a heavenly tribulation, the faces of everyone present paled. This was no trivial matter.
Even those who had experienced tribulations before trembled at the thought.
The Right Envoy smirked. "So it's finally here. Let me witness the might of the Thousand-Fall Lightning Bell."
He was grateful the Left Envoy had arranged this. Without it, the Emperor Heaven Sect's intervention would have spelled certain defeat for the Heavenly Demon Sect.
The West Extreme Demon Lord remained silent, his gaze fixed on the sky.
Someone attempted to ambush him, but his reflexes were too sharp. The attacker failed and was instead struck down.
The North End Demon Lord clicked his tongue in admiration. "What a magnificent weapon. The spectacle that follows will be unforgettable."
The South End Demon Lord grinned. "As expected of something I forged."
The sect master had long since risen to rejoin the battle against the Heavenly Demon Sect. Yet, even he hadn't anticipated a heavenly tribulation—Nangong Xiyun hadn't mentioned this.
Where was Nangong Xiyun? They needed her intervention now!
Elder Yan's voice rang out urgently. "Hey, hey—this tribulation is no ordinary one. Its power is immense."
Lin Xuan asked, "What do we do?"
Elder Yan replied, "If the entire sect unites, we might be able to withstand it."
But the Heavenly Demon Sect had no intention of letting the Seven Stars Sword Sect defend freely.
They gradually retreated, ensuring they remained outside the tribulation's range, yet their long-range attacks never ceased.
The sect master stepped forward, slashing his sword toward the sky in an attempt to disperse the tribulation.
But heavenly tribulations weren't so easily dispelled.
Not only did his attack fail, but the tribulation retaliated—a single bolt of lightning struck him down once more.
The tribulation continued to gather strength. It wouldn't be long now.
Once again, the Left Envoy's voice boomed across the battlefield.
"Seven Stars Sword Sect—prepare to be struck by divine judgment!"
As his words faded, a colossal bolt of lightning descended from the heavens.
The members of the Seven Stars Sword Sect could only watch in despair as the tribulation loomed over them.
How unjust—the wicked Heavenly Demon Sect remained untouched, while they faced the wrath of the heavens.
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