So Horrifying

Watching the heavenly tribulation descend, the Seven Stars Sword Sect was filled with despair. Even if they could withstand the first wave, more would follow.

No one knew how many times the tribulation would strike, but it certainly wouldn’t stop at just one.

And this first strike was already devastating.

"Heaven has doomed our Seven Stars Sword Sect."

The sect master could only gaze helplessly at the sky. He had tried his best earlier, but it was futile.

By now, he had already forgotten Nangong Xiyun’s assurance that everything would be fine.

Even if he remembered, he couldn’t fathom who could possibly stop this heavenly tribulation.

All the other powerful experts were occupied, unable to intervene and resist the calamity.

"Hahaha, your expressions of despair are absolutely delightful. Now, die with that look on your faces!"

The Left Envoy remained arrogant—his plan had succeeded.

After this, the world would once again fear the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Or perhaps, more would come to revere them, making recruitment far easier in the future.

Then the Left Envoy snapped out of it. Why was he overthinking this? Why take it so seriously? The Heavenly Demon Sect had no future left.

At that moment, a figure streaked across the sky at incredible speed, positioning herself directly in the path of the heavenly tribulation.

The tribulation struck her head-on, unleashing an ear-piercing sound.

Who was it?!

In that instant, everyone was stunned. Who would be reckless enough to charge straight into the heavenly tribulation?

But the real shock wasn’t just that—it was the fact that she had endured the strike without being obliterated.

A true powerhouse!

The Right Envoy vaguely recognized the familiar silhouette, barely daring to believe it.

Others were equally incredulous.

With a wave of her hand, Jiang Ningshu dispersed the tribulation’s strike.

Now, everyone could clearly see her face.

No one had expected it to be Jiang Ningshu.

But there was no time to dwell on the shock—the heavenly tribulation struck again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several more thunderous bolts crashed down.

Jiang Ningshu raised her head, fearless, and met them head-on.

This time, the tribulation was even more powerful than before.

Everyone watched in disbelief, unsure if she could withstand it.

The Seven Stars Sword Sect naturally hoped she would.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon Sect watched with mixed emotions—wasn’t Jiang Ningshu supposed to have lost her cultivation? How was this the performance of someone without power?

Jiang Ningshu did nothing special, simply relying on her physical body to endure the tribulation.

Strangely, she felt no pain. Instead, the heavenly tribulation within her body accelerated its fusion.

Her cultivation improved, though only slightly.

How peculiar.

Jiang Ningshu had suspected this might happen, but she hadn’t expected it to be true.

For her, the heavenly tribulation wasn’t harmful—it was beneficial.

The tribulation continued, its frequency increasing, filling the sky with a dense web of lightning.

Yet Jiang Ningshu stood firm alone. She didn’t need to dodge or weave through the strikes—the tribulation sought her out.

The heavenly tribulation regarded her as its "enemy," as if determined to defeat her before targeting anyone else.

And since Jiang Ningshu hovered high in the sky, her presence drew the lightning more intensely than anyone else’s.

To the onlookers, Jiang Ningshu seemed nothing short of divine.

Could anyone really withstand such a devastating tribulation with just their bare body, completely unprepared?

Even the Great Ascension-stage experts present couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath and mutter those four infamous words:

"Terrifying to this extent!"

The Right Envoy stared blankly at Jiang Ningshu’s figure, murmuring under his breath, "The… the Demon Sovereign!"

At that moment, memories of the once-mighty Demon Sovereign resurfaced, and the title slipped out instinctively.

The Left Envoy reacted as if his tail had been stepped on. "I am the Demon Sovereign! Me!"

He immediately launched a spell toward Jiang Ningshu.

But the endless barrage of lightning shielded her—the Left Envoy’s attack was obliterated by a stray bolt before it could even reach her.

His reckless move also drew the tribulation’s attention, diverting a small portion of the lightning toward him.

The Left Envoy instantly regretted it. Even a fraction of the heavenly tribulation was no joke.

He quickly retreated, but not without shouting, "Attack! Now! Focus on Jiang Ningshu! If she blocks the entire tribulation, we’re finished!"

The rest of the Heavenly Demon Sect could only stare at him in exasperation. They had just seen what happened—and with his high cultivation, why wasn’t he continuing the assault himself?

When no one obeyed, the Left Envoy’s fury flared.

This was a direct challenge to his authority as Demon Sovereign.

"Right Envoy, move!"

He called him out by name—how could he refuse now?

The Right Envoy: "......"

"Do it yourself."

He had no intention of obeying.

"You dare defy me? I am the Demon Sovereign now!"

He wielded his status like a weapon—why else had he fought for the position?

"Sure, sure."

The Right Envoy’s tone was dismissive, and he made no move to act.

He couldn’t be bothered with the Left Envoy. In this situation, what could they even do?

Provoke the heavenly tribulation?

"West Extreme Demon Lord!" The Left Envoy’s rage reached its peak.

Seeing him like this, the West Extreme Demon Lord also wanted to refuse.

But alas, he didn’t have the standing to openly defy the Left Envoy. He could only put on a half-hearted show of attacking.

Naturally, it was useless.

The heavenly tribulation blocked all assaults, and anyone who dared attack it was marked as a challenger, drawing retaliatory lightning strikes.

The West Extreme Demon Lord shrugged—there was nothing he could do.

And so, the Heavenly Demon Sect could only watch helplessly as Jiang Ningshu endured the tribulation.

Their final trump card, the Thousand Falling Thunder Bell, had been rendered meaningless.

The Left Envoy’s face twisted in fury.

Someone suggested retreat—only for the Left Envoy to snap his neck on the spot.

After that, no one dared speak another word.

Meanwhile, the Seven Stars Sword Sect was utterly baffled.

Why would Jiang Ningshu, the former Demon Sovereign, step in to block the heavenly tribulation?

Of course, some didn’t even recognize her—Jiang Ningshu had kept a low profile after rising to prominence.

But regardless, they were saved.

The heavenly tribulation was gone.

The Seven Stars Sword Sect rejoiced!

Jiang Ningshu glanced at the now-clear sky, feeling almost disappointed.

Her body was unharmed—if anything, being struck by the tribulation had left her feeling better.

That said, she couldn’t help but compare this tribulation to the one that had stripped her of all her cultivation. This one was far weaker.

Of course, part of that was due to her heightened resistance.

Her body already contained heavenly tribulation energy, and the process of refining it to restore her strength had drastically increased her tolerance.

But there was no time to reflect.

Jiang Ningshu drew her Heavenly Demon Sword and unleashed a slash of sword energy toward the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Dozens of its members were instantly annihilated.

Without hesitation, she struck again.

She was here for vengeance.

"Stop her!" the Left Envoy roared.

The West Extreme Demon Lord and the North End Demon Lord moved to attack.

The Left Envoy joined them personally, and even the Right Envoy—who had initially held back—had no choice but to step in. If the others were acting, his absence would be too conspicuous.

Besides, given Jiang Ningshu’s current fury, she wouldn’t spare them anyway. Better to kill her now.

The moment they had failed to stand up for her, they had burned all bridges. Forgiveness was out of the question.

The battle reignited.

But the Seven Stars Sword Sect wouldn’t stand by and let Jiang Ningshu be overwhelmed. They launched their own assault against the Left Envoy and his forces.

Whatever the case, the Heavenly Demon Sect had to be dealt with first. They could figure out what to do about Jiang Ningshu later.

Recommend Series

No Attacking? I Rely on Passive Skills to Slaughter All Races

No Attacking? I Rely on Passive Skills to Slaughter All Races

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

Villain: Even as a Girl, I Can Still Crush the Protagonist

Villain: Even as a Girl, I Can Still Crush the Protagonist

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

What? They Weren’t Hypnotized?

What? They Weren’t Hypnotized?

s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."

Ten Thousand Years of Cultivation Per Second, How Will You Respond, Sir?

Ten Thousand Years of Cultivation Per Second, How Will You Respond, Sir?

e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”