Kaboom!
The second heavenly thunderbolt came right after, descending resoundingly while embodying an apocalyptic might.
“Oh~~”
Jiang He moaned bizarrely.
It was just… so enjoyable!
The thunderbolt appeared to have developed some form of resonance with his Thunder Dao Form in the instant that the thunderbolt struck his body. The radiance of his Dao had become even more dazzling, and that energy morphed Jiang He’s aura even more rapidly.
“Hmmm…”
“I almost forgot that I have a Thunder Dao Form now, which keeps me strongly immune against thunder in the first place. Moreover, my physique is overwhelmingly strong, which is why a thunderbolt of retribution like this would be no different to an itch for me… Hmmm, it may be a little stronger than an itch, or why else would I find it so enjoyable?”
Though it seemed a long process, it actually occurred in just an instant.
One would breathe ten times in total since Jiang He first ascended and the instant the second heavenly thunderbolt struck.
And between ten breaths, Jiang He’s cultivation had improved to Golden Immortal-advanced.
Kaboom!
The third heavenly thunderbolt struck.
Unlike the heavenly retribution at Sufferance-tier, there was only time to breathe four times each time the heavenly thunderbolts of the Longevity Retribution struck.
And now, the Golden Immortals and True Immortal of the Hundred Races Alliance had come to their senses, having been stunned by the sudden Longevity Retribution just now.
“Longevity Retribution?”
“And one so horrifying at that?”
“And a Longevity Retribution so horrifying was actually stopped physically?”
“Gasp!”
“It’s absolutely frightening! That suicidal human True Immortal is absolutely frightening!”
“How dare you!”
“Ascending in front of us, the Golden Immortals of the Hundred Races Alliance?! Watch as I, Yi, the Sword Saint of the Unbounded Realm, cut him down!”
Whoosh!
A sword light suddenly shone, shooting through thousands of smiles in outer space to cut down at Jiang He who was in the middle of suffering his retribution.
Jiang He had just awakened out of enlightenment just then.
He looked up and opened his eyes to find a terrible flash of thunderbolt descending.
And just ahead, another sword flash shot out of thin air toward himself as well.
The truth was that Jiang He was still a little muddleheaded at the time as if he had just awoken from sleep. As if by reflex, he extended his right hand to grab the sword flash, while using his left to catch the thunderbolt.
Poof!
How powerful was the sword striker that the so-called Sword Saint of the Unbounded Realm, who was a top-tier Golden Immortal sword cultivator at that, unleashed?
His strike punched a hole through Jiang He’s palm.
And yet…
The sword light disappeared after it pierced Jiang He’s palm. Its momentum lost, Jiang He nonchalantly clenched and crushed it.
On the other hand, that single streak of thunderbolt was much more powerful.
Even if Jiang He’s Thunder Dao Form was overwhelmingly strong, he was still left staggered, clearing his head utterly.
“Damn it, what a waste, it’s such a waste!” He yelled with a look of utter pain. “Damn it, such a waste, it’s such a waste!”
“If I made atomic grenades from these thunderbolts of Longevity Retribution, the Golden Immortals before me would be blown up so easily!”
Ooom!
Just as Jiang He thought about it, the aura in his body strengthened once again.
He was now Golden immortal-pinnacle.
Moreover, his metamorphosis was not stopping. In just around ten more breaths, he would soon be a full-fledged Golden Immortal.
Kaboom!
The fifth heavenly thunderbolt struck then!
This time, Jiang He was prepared—extending his hand, he directly grabbed the heavenly thunderbolt with his hand.
As if alive, the heavenly thunderbolt struggled endlessly in his grasp. However, regardless of how it struggled, it could hardly pierce Jiang He’s palm, and soon become still.
Jiang He waved his hand, putting away the heavenly thunderbolt, while the sixth heavenly thunderbolt brewed.
Unable to do anything to Jiang He with his sword strike just before, the Sword Saint then appeared beside Jiang He in a flash, and burst out with a stronger sword striker than before.
A dazzling sword radiance erupted from the tip of his sword.
“Noisy!”
Fuming, Jiang He turned and punched out, destroying the sword radiance. However, his punch did not slow down then and landed on Yi the Sword Saint.
Pow!
The top-tier Golden Immortal was punched into pieces instantly.
Blood splashed in the air.
His blood wiggled, intent on rebuilding his immortal body, only for Jiang He’s to extend his hand with another grasp. Monumental force descended, subjugating him and directly grinding down his physique and soul.
A tremor of Dao, a Golden Immortal fallen.
“Master Yi!”
A shriek resounded from the distance.
It was another Golden Immortal from the same race as Master Yi.
Jiang He seized the moment to collect the sixth Heavenly Thunderbolt and looked at the many Golden Immortals around him indifferently. “No rush, Brothers,” he said flatly. “I’ll send you all on your way later after collecting all my heavenly thunderbolts… Don’t worry, as long as none of you run, I’ll take you all and kill you one after another. I won’t skip out on any of you.”
Kaboom!
A resounding rumble of the thundercloud cracked overhead. It seemed that Jiang He’s subjugation of the heavenly thunderbolts had enraged the thundercloud, and in the next instant, the seventh, eighth, and ninth heavenly thunderbolts all struck at once.
“What the hell!”
Jumping from the surprise, he pushed himself to his full power and scrambled to subjugate and collect all three heavenly thunderbolts. After that, he wiped the sweat off his brow and looked up at the thunderbolt in the skies, which was slowly dispersing with lingering fear. “That was close. It’s lucky that I’d cultivated up to full-fledged Golden Immortal in a single stroke, and my physique has improved significantly as well and is at the level of inferior-trade soul treasure. Otherwise, those three heavenly thunderbolts would be enough to kill me if I had been a mere Golden Immortal-novice!”
Breathing a long sigh in relief, he turned around to look at the Golden Immortals of the Hundred Races Alliance with an earnest smile. “Everyone, I have now cleared my Heavenly Retribution. All of you can die now!”
He fully released his aura.
A presence no different from a demon god’s erupted from Jiang He’s body.
Before the Golden Immortals of the Hundred Races Alliance could move, he had already attacked. Primordial Bell above his head and Golden Radiance Sword in hand, he appeared in a flash behind the Golden Immortal Shadower, his sword cutting down at him.
“No!”
The Golden Immortals Shadower was actually no weakling. Being equal in ability to Yi the Sword Saint whom Jiang He had killed just a while ago, he was another top-tier Golden Immortal himself.
Even so, there was a look of fear in his face.
It was only when one directly faced that sword strike that they experience the power and terror it embodied!
That Golden Immortal Shadower had actually sense the Grand Luo of his own race attack.
In fact, in that very instant, he found it all outrageous inwardly…
The power of that sword strike was superior to the Grand Luo of his own race who had ascended for a thousand years!
Whoosh!
He moved, cutting through the dimension to appear five hundred kilometers away.
Shadowers were adept at Spatial Dao.
Having escaped, he shrieked, “Hurry up! Fire everything and kill that wretch! He would not lose out to Grand Luo in ability!”
“Trying to run?!”
Jiang He sneered. His sword did not pause, however, and he aimed it five hundred kilometers away as well.
With the flash of his sword light, the dimensions were torn through like a piece of paper, and it appeared five hundred kilometers away.
That Shadower only felt his eyes blur and his physical body splitting in the next instant… His soul was splitting as well, and he could even see his body and spirit splitting in two and falling out in outer space.
In the next instant…
Kaboom!
A Golden Immortal Dao streaked through the skies and split it.
The Golden Immortal Shadower had hence fallen!
Raising his sword, Jiang He smiled fearsomely. “How dare you tell me that the teleportation I spent a handful of hours to create isn’t Spatial Dao?’
Looking around arrogantly and overbearingly in that instant, Jiang He laughed out loud.
“Who else?”
