Everyone was shocked upon seeing the thunderbolt, feeling as if they had been struck themselves. Their whole bodies were covered in exploding sweat pores.Even witnessing this scene directly made everyone dumbfounded."This... this... this... How was this possible?"Grandmaster Aurelius's speech became somewhat inarticulate, "Throughout history, nine heavenly thunderbolts during the tribulation had been the limit. How could there have been a tenth?""This is absolutely impossible!"Whether from the beginning of chaos or the present moment, "nine" had always been the maximum number. Although there was talk of "ten," it was just that—talk. Everyone believed that perfection led to decline.So, nine was already the maximum, and nothing else was possible!Even if one didn't consider it from this angle, anyone had never heard of facing ten heavenly thunderbolts during their tribulation.They wondered why this Remus was so unusual."What... What kind of person was he?" Master Erjon bu

Another quarter of an hour passed.The dark clouds above dissipated, the lightning disappeared, and all that remained was the bright sun shining high and the azure sky stretching for miles."It's over!" Grandmaster Aurelius finally confirmed.After saying these three words, silence descended upon Grandmaster Olympus again. Every person's face revealed a fatigue as if their souls had been drained.They were indeed exhausted. The scene just then was too surreal, draining all their mental energy. Whether they could forget this in this lifetime, perhaps even in the next lifetime or the one after, it would be etched into their souls."But... what a pity!" Master Erjon slowly spoke.After saying this, he became despondent. And it wasn't just him; all the vice patriarchs and vegetables were despondent.In the ears of the disciples, the so-called "pity" might have been that the thunderbolts annihilated Remus. But the venerable knew the pity lay in the fact that the sacred lands could no

Boom!Upon hearing these words, Remus suddenly felt a chilling wind rising from his heart, spreading outwards from the depths of his soul.These words... were not frightening!What was frightening was the person speaking them because the voice sounded exactly like the Saint Master's.The person coming... Was the Saint Master!Although Remus couldn't see her, he could sense that she should already have been standing in front of him, behind him, or maybe to the side. In any case, she wasn't very far away.A raging anger suddenly rose from his heart. Remus asked, "Why didn't you make your move earlier?"They had already come to this point! Every time he felt like he was about to escape from danger, she suddenly appeared.If she had wanted to kill him, she could have done it earlier. She wondered why she had waited until now.She felt that it was too tormenting!But the Saint Master seemed to ignore his question and asked, following her thoughts, "What exactly are you? Why do you

"What did they say?" the Saint Master asked, still standing in the forest of Monington.But the voice had come from the pavilion on the mountaintop within the sacred land.At that moment, outside the central pavilion at the center of the mountain's summit, Grandmaster Aurelius and the others stood. After encountering Wilda, they hurried here to report the situation.When they heard the Saint Master's question, Grandmaster Aurelius struggled to speak. "Ryunington congratulated Monington on gaining a peerless talent for the ages.""Shenington congratulated our Monington for having one more Immortal after many years.""Kenington congratulated our Monington sacred land for dominating this Grand Competition and leading the way!"After speaking these words, everyone fell silent simultaneously with a hint of despair.It wasn't surprising that the other three sacred lands had known about this. After all, the four major sacred lands had never been friends. They had always been competitor

As Joe's voice fell, a figure soared into the sky from outside the park, releasing an energy field as they walked through the air towards the park.This person had dark skin and bulging muscles, standing at two meters tall. His energy escaped as he moved through the air while making his way toward the park.Speaking in a clumsy Darsia language, he thundered, "I am Chris, inviting skilled martial artists from Darsia for a challenge!"Upon hearing the voice, everyone's gaze immediately turned towards him.All the people around the park and in front of screens remained silent.The rules of this Martial Artists Exchange Conference were simple: anyone could enter and spar freely."I'll go!"A middle-aged man in blue training clothes soared into the air and walked towards the park, clasping his fists as he said, "I am Ingron, the Head of the Iron Fist Sect in Darsia!""Let me see your moves!"Seeing someone stepping forward, the scene erupted with cheers and encouragement for Ingron