Ace Of Terrans

They exchanged glances, and when they could not explain, they turned to look at the two youngsters. Bo Qingtan said, "Brother Shi received guidance from an expert and comprehended the way of spear also. In the past few days, he alone dealt with forty demonic cultivators with his spear techniques. Not once did he use the sword."

Sect Master Ling gulped and said, "No wonder Senior Tian Long wants him to be a commander in the dragon army." 

This news shocked his two counterparts. They cast a gaze at him, and Sect Master Ling replied, "You do know that he is an ascender, but do you know that he is from the same world as Senior Tian Long? He is the first person to break the shackles to ascend from that lower real and to cross the gateway, and he had to kill a demon envoy they had left over there." 

The people were surprised, and Yun Xue mumbled, "So, he killed a demon when he was still in the lower realms?" 

Sect Master Ling nodded and said, "His life was in danger when he had just ascended, and thus, Senior Tian arranged for him to come to the east." 

Lei Wang asked, "Bo, you said that Shi Lang killed forty demonic cultivators on his own? How many demonic cultivators did you all deal with in total?" 

Bo Qingtan thought about it and said, "Ummm, over a hundred, and that is just when we were together. I am sure Brother Shi may have killed more than the number I reported to you." 

The three elders sighed, and Lady Xue said, "The younger generation is always exceeding the older one." 

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Shi Lang sat under the palace and waved his hand. The monument was flung to the side, and the lighting streaks from the clouds fell at Shi Lang. The young man sat under the lightning rain like a monk. The bolts did not harm him as if they were made of water. 

The lightning was testing the quality of his two spirit armaments. If the purity was not up to the mark, the spirit weapons would shatter, and the terran would die. The spirit weapons were a condensation of the dao path. The heavens were harsh to people who wished to excel. Not many made it through the heavenly tribulations. 

Those who did would become top names. Shi Lang had two such perfect weapons. He was bound to change the course of things in the immortal realm. They watched the Terran drench in the lightning rain, but his body felt no pain. Only his clothes seemed to have turned into dregs, leaving behind a bronze iron shining brightly as if the lightning was a great nourishment, and the luster kept increasing. 

Shi Lang waited for the lustrous glow to stabilize before he took it off his body. If this went on, the degree of tribulation would increase, proving to be a problem for Shi Lang. This was not in his favor. Although confident in his skill, he would not take death head-on. 

Strength only suited those who had the wisdom to utilize it. Shi Lang\'s body sank as the bolt of lightning hit him. This was the fourth bolt. It hit the spiritual weapon first before it rotated on its spot and deflected the lightning to Shi Lang\'s body. The Terran absorbed the lightning quickly and did not let anything go to waste. 

The tribulation reached its final phase, and Shi Lang finally stood up from the ground and looked at the sky filled with crimson lightning. He said, "Come on. It is getting late." 

The clouds rumbled, and the crimson lightning fell from the skies. The lightning streak was as thick as a human\'s thigh. The bolt was the seventh bolt of lightning in the tribulation. It collided head-on with the needle-like spear and sword. The impact of the collision sent out huge shockwaves, making the void tremble. 

The terran stood tall behind his spirit armaments. He did not make any comment because it was taking all his will to channel the spiritual energy through his body under the pressure of the heavenly tribulation. The bolt faded, and Shi Lang took back three steps before he spat out some blood in his mouth. 

The terran stretched his body and raised his head, and another lightning bolt fell on the weapons. The two weapons were buzzing, and a shrill whistle echoed in the surroundings. The impact threw Shi Lang off the ground, and he was flung on the ground like a rag doll. His body suffered some shallow cuts and wounds, too. 

Shi Lang tried to himself when the final and ninth bolt of the crimson lightning fell on his body. This bolt bypassed the spirit armaments and flung Shi Lang into the distance. His flesh exploded in different places, and even his bones became visible. Shi Lang could not stand up, but when the lightning bolt was about to hit him again, the spirit armaments moved through the void, clashing with the lightning snake. The struggle was devastating and lasted for seventy minutes before the lightning slowed. 

Shi Lang passed the tribulation for his two weapons, but now he would have to face the tribulation for the Immortal Lord realm. His body healed because of the award of spirit energy, his wounds healed quickly, and the terran stood up from the ground. 

He gazed at the sky and sat on the ground to cultivate again. His spiritual energy was running from inside the body to the outside. The terran was making a rush to the barrier of the Immortal Lord level. His body was not weak, and his resolve to break through was strong, too. 

The spiritual energy he consumed in condensing a spirit energy spear was replenished from the heavenly tribulation. He had enough energy to condense the spirit armor on his body. 

Shi Lang began to cultivate, and the clouds began to gather one more time. Sect Master Ling said, "He will be facing another tribulation. Why is he so careless?" 

Lei Wang sighed and said, "What are you talking about, Brother Ling? He makes the right choice by charging to the second realm in his present condition. He is not someone who will act rashly." 

Lady Xue sighed and said, "If he manages to break through now, he will have a strong foundation and co-relation between his Spirit armament and armor. This is why it is a good decision." 

Yun Xue and Bo Qingtan shook their heads at them and watched silently. Shi Lang did not hear anything from the people but sat in his position and allowed the lightning to run around his body. 

His energy had gradually covered his body, and Shi Lang was glowing wildly with it. After some time, his body began levitating, and the clouds rumbled. He did not care about the time or anything else but kept cultivating. Soon, lightning began to condense into a rudimentary armor. 

Shi Lang stretched his legs in the void and waited for the tribulation to begin. His eyes flung open as the clouds thundered. Then, everyone saw Lightning condensing in the clouds, which was purple. 

Sect Master Ling said, "The level of the tribulation is too strong." 

The other two nodded but could not intervene and watched the situation unfold from the sidelines. Shi Lang watched the streak of lightning fall on his body. The strength behind this streak was comparable to the entire tribulation that he went through earlier. 

Shi Lang squinted his eyes and grasped the void. His spirit armament, the sword, appeared in his grip. The terran did not dare take things easy. He watched the lightning streak vanish from amidst the clouds, and the young man held his sword before him. The purple lightning collided with his blade, pushing him from the void to the ground. 

However, the lightning streak did not disperse; it divided into eight separate streaks and attacked Shi Lang from all sides. The terran could not help but cough up blood. He managed to withstand the weakest lightning bolt of this round. 

Shi Lang took a deep breath and watched as the second purple lightning bolt charged at him. He grabbed it with his left, and the needle-like spear appeared in the void. He shoved his hand forward for the two armaments to fight with the heavenly lightning. 

This time, he did not let the heavenly lightning divide and controlled his sword to clash with the streaks. He did not come in direct contact with the tribulation, but he was still forced to slide on the ground for fifty meters and cough up blood. 

After all this struggle, he was still not out of danger. The third and the final bolt was onto him.