Chapter 1091

These words, without a doubt, became the question haunting everyone’s heart.

"Fellows, the scene of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage, you all should still recall it vividly, right?" Monk Wu Xi brought it up.

The many Nascent Soul stage powerhouses naturally knew Monk Wu Xi was referring to the Nascent Soul tribulation.

Thinking of it now, a deep dread flickered in everyone’s eyes; judging by their expressions, clearly none wished to remember it a second time.

Yan Shuiming, hands behind her back, said, "But nothing in this world is absolute. Even the cruel Great Dao still leaves a sliver of hope for people!"

"Judging by the brewing of this tribulation, its might is clearly far inferior to the thunder tribulation we faced in breaking through to Nascent Soul!"

Master Ao Hu sighed emotionally, "That may be, but though it’s not as fierce as our own tribulation, it’s still a lightning tribulation!"

"The power of celestial thunder isn’t something the Fake Core Stage can resist at all!"

Monk Wu Xi looked up. "The tribulation’s falling!!"

First, a flash of lightning flickered, and then came the dull, rolling thunder.

In a split second, lightning struck the courtyard where Qin Qi was.

The entire yard was blown to pieces by the bolt, instantly revealing Qin Qi, sitting cross-legged inside.

Looking on, one saw clearly: Qin Qi’s gaze was grave, already braced for battle.

A layer of dazzling golden armor covered him, and around him swirled a massive amount of Celestial Spirit Pure Yang Power.

Just as the tribulation descended, the Celestial Spirit Pure Yang Power rapidly condensed together, forming a wall to intercept the thunderbolt.

However, what Qin Qi hadn’t expected happened at once.

As the rolling heavenly thunder poured down, his Celestial Spirit Pure Yang Power was torn apart like thin paper.

The next instant, the tribulation thunder struck his Protective Armor with deadly precision.

In a heartbeat, most of his Protective Armor was pierced through.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of fresh blood spewed from Qin Qi’s lips.

"Qin Qi!"

Ji Qingzhu and Ji Hongzhuang cried out anxiously.

The situation now could truly be called: some rejoice while others grieve.

Luo Mengyi and Wang Baihe both raised the corners of their mouths with a smile.

Wang Baihe chuckled inwardly, "That really gave me a scare—but now that I think on it, heh, the guy surnamed Qin is, after all, just at the Fake Core Stage. Tribulation? How could he possibly survive it so easily?"

"Just the first layer of thunder tribulation is enough to leave him severely wounded already!"

The other powerhouses, meanwhile, wore worried looks.

"Just the first layer of tribulation, and already it’s this bad?" Yan Shuiming’s willow brows drew together.

Monk Wu Xi’s expression was somber as well: "The birth of a tribulation always follows the numbers three, six, and nine. But at its weakest, there must still be three stages of tribulation!"

"Could it be that Qin Qi will perish under the tribulation?"

As for Qin Qi himself, he wore a grim expression as well. "This tribulation really wants my life—damn, it nearly shocked my soul out of my body!"

But he hadn’t even caught his breath yet—

From within the Spirit Pet Bag, the Spirit Evil Woman spoke tensely, "Master, don’t drop your guard—this tribulation is only just beginning!"

Qin Qi immediately wiped the blood from his lips and glanced upward.

Then, unable to hold back, he cursed, "Fuck... What the hell did I ever do to deserve this? Who’s ever heard of lightning tribulation when just breaking into Core Formation?!"

"One strike, fine—but how many more do you plan on bringing down?!"

Not even a second to catch his breath—

Sparks flew—a vast amount of thunder gathered in the sky above.

Then, with frightening speed, it fell again.

Seeing this, Qin Qi’s scalp tingled; he didn’t even dare breathe.

"Celestial Spirit Pure Yang Skill is useless now—I can only rely on the Pure Yang Sword Box to tank it!"

With that thought, he immediately summoned twelve Pure Yang Flying Swords.

Rumble—

The heavenly thunder fell, striking straight down at Qin Qi. Fortunately, he acted in time: the twelve Pure Yang Flying Swords flew out, clashing with the torrents of thunder power.

To the naked eye, a huge quantity of lightning was ceaselessly testing the limits of the swords.

From the look of things, this was clearly going to shatter the Pure Yang Flying Swords entirely.

"Shit..."

Qin Qi’s gaze sharpened.

He knew he couldn’t last at this rate; the sword defense had its limits, but he really had no other way out!

Time passed, second by second.

Sweat began dripping steadily down Qin Qi’s brow.

Up above, several Nascent Soul powerhouses shook their heads in unison.

"This lad using his Lifebound Magical Treasure to block the tribulation—at best it’s a temporary fix. The tribulation is not afraid of any magical treasure!" Monk Wu Xi sighed.

Master Ao Hu sneered at the side: "Monk Wu Xi, don’t talk as if you weren’t the same. When you and I broke through to Core Formation, who didn’t destroy a few magical treasures? Even a Spiritual Treasure’s worth sacrificing if it saves your life!"

"Still, you’re right, though—even with all the treasures in the world, at best you can get through the second stage. When it comes to the third, magical treasures and spiritual treasures are all useless!"

"Plus, this kid’s Lifebound Magical Treasure is already at its limit!"

Just as these Nascent Soul experts had said—

Crack, crack.

Under the barrage of tribulation, one Pure Yang Flying Sword shattered into fragments on the spot.

"Pfft!"

The destruction of his Lifebound Magical Treasure naturally caused backlash in Qin Qi, his face turning pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But still, the aftershocks of the tribulation were not spent.

Qin Qi could only whip out the Golden Cutting Wheel, flinging it up as fast as he could, hoping to use the Spiritual Treasure to stall the second tribulation’s power.

Thankfully, the thunder’s force had been mostly spent breaking the twelve Pure Yang Flying Swords, so by the time the Golden Cutting Wheel took over, the last of the lightning’s power faded away.

Thus, the second thunder tribulation was barely passed.

This brief breathing room left Qin Qi still shaken. "Spirit Evil Woman, do you think my Golden Cutting Wheel can survive the third thunder tribulation?"

The Spirit Evil Woman fell silent for a moment, then said words that made cold sweat trickle down Qin Qi’s back: "Master, the power of the third stage—no matter how many magical treasures or spiritual treasures you throw at it—it’s useless!"

"My advice: be mentally prepared and use every last trump card you have!"

After her words, Qin Qi only felt his heart go cold.

Spiritual Treasures are useless against the third thunder tribulation?

Wait, what other trump cards do I even have?

Isn’t this just a death sentence?!

"What other trump cards do I even have?" Qin Qi’s smile grew bitter.

The Spirit Evil Woman bit her red lips. "Master, there’s just nothing else to do. A thunder tribulation isn’t supposed to happen when you break into Core Formation in the first place!"

Though resentment filled Qin Qi’s heart, he knew as well as anyone: blaming the heavens was pointless now!

He had to fight for the tiniest sliver of survival in this deadly predicament.

"No, I can’t let myself die to this tribulation. If I die, Celestial Joyful Witch..." Qin Qi clenched his fists tightly.