I alone am the Honoured One!

577  The Heaven sent child [3]

*CRACKLE* The first streak of golden lightning tore through the sky, descending like a divine spear aiming to obliterate Zhao Tian. It was a bolt of pure destruction, aimed directly at Zhao Tian, who stood in the center of the shattered arena. He made no move to dodge. No defensive formation, no barrier of astral energy, no talismanic shield—just his body, standing against the heavens BOOM!

*CRACK* The arena shook violently, cracks forming across its surface as the energy surged outward.

Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring Zhao Tian's figure.

Yao Jing stood at the edge of the arena, her fists clenched tightly as her heart pounded in her chest. Her instincts screamed for her to intervene, but she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing herself to stay put. When the dust finally settled, Zhao Tian's figure emerged and his robes were scorched, his hair slightly disheveled, but no visible injuries on his body.

The crowd was stunned into silence.

Most cultivators would have been injured by a single bolt of Heavenly Tribulation.

"Unbelievable…" Xu Guangjing muttered, his usual stern demeanor replaced by sheer disbelief. Yan Zijin, who rarely showed emotion, furrowed her brows. "This isn't a normal tribulation. The heavens are testing him far beyond what they would test an ordinary cultivator." Above, the storm intensified as the vortex grew larger, darker, and more violent, the golden lightning within it swirling chaotically as it prepared to unleash the next strike.

The second bolt came faster than anyone expected, descending with a roar that seemed to tear the very fabric of reality.

CRACK! BOOM!

The impact was deafening, shaking the arena to its core.

Yet again, Zhao Tian didn't flinch and the golden lightning surged into him, crackling across his body before dissipating harmlessly. A sharp gasp escaped Yao Jing's lips as she watched the Heavenly Lightning. "Tian'er!"

On the podium, Ji Shuang's face grew pale as she observed the storm and she turned to the sect disciples scattered throughout the stands.

"All of you, evacuate immediately!" she commanded, her voice carrying a weight of authority.

"But, Sect—"

"No arguments!" Ji Shuang cut them off sharply.

"This tribulation isn't ordinary. If it grows any stronger, even spectators might be caught in its aftermath!"

Reluctantly, the disciples began to file out of the arena, their expressions a mix of fear and awe as they glanced back at Zhao Tian. The third bolt descended with terrifying speed, striking Zhao Tian like the wrath of a vengeful god. BOOM!

This time, the impact caused a massive crater to form beneath him, the arena groaning under the strain of the heavenly punishment. The crowd that remained held their breath as Each bolt was exponentially stronger than the last, and yet Zhao Tian continued to endure, his body unscatched. From her vantage point, Velnorah chuckled softly, her crimson eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Hubby, you're truly a feast for the eyes. To resist such divine wrath… How delightful."

By the time the fourth bolt descended, the heavens themselves seemed enraged.

*THOOM* *RUMBLE* The vortex rumbled like an angry beast, and the lightning gathered into an enormous, crackling mass of energy before striking down with unmatched ferocity.

KRA-KA-BOOM!

The force of the strike sent shockwaves rippling across the arena, shattering what remained of the platform.

Nearby buildings trembled, and even the air seemed to vibrate with the sheer intensity of the energy.

Eldric Grey's eyes narrowed in contemplation "These lightning strikes are already comparable to the 6th degree of Heavenly Tribulation."

Without hesitation, Ji Shuang turned to the Wing Masters. "Get everyone out of here! If this continues, the tribulation might cause more destruction and even cause casualties."

The Wing Masters nodded and quickly began to evacuate the remaining disciples, voices carried across the arena. "Everyone, retreat immediately! This is an order!"

As the sect disciples and spectators hurriedly evacuated, the heavens above rumbled once more, preparing for the next wave of judgment. The storm roared, its fury reaching a crescendo as it prepared to unleash its wrath again.

Yan Zijin, who was standing beside Ji Shuang, spoke with a slight frown "Geniuses can only endure up to the 7th degree and only some people have withstood the 8th degree of the Heavenly Tribulation."

"I wonder how much this genius can withstand."

Golden arcs of lightning coiled and twisted within the blackened clouds, the energy palpable even to those who had retreated a great distance from the arena. Zhao Tian tilted his head slightly, gazing up at the swirling tempest and a soft sigh escaped his lips.

The fifth bolt descended, but this time, it wasn't just one.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! BOOM!

Multiple streaks of lightning, each larger than the last, converged into a singular spear of pure destructive power.

The air vibrated with its intensity, and a deafening roar echoed across the sect grounds.

The bolt struck Zhao Tian with cataclysmic force, and for a moment, it seemed as if the very world had gone silent.

The impact created an explosion of light and energy, blinding everyone who dared to look directly at it.

A massive shockwave rippled outward, obliterating what little remained of the arena and sending chunks of debris hurtling in every direction.

The sky itself seemed to tremble under the sheer power of the attack.

When the light finally faded, a massive crater now marred the center of the arena as smoke and dust obscured everything, leaving the outcome uncertain.

"Is he..." Yan Zijin's voice trailed off as her sharp eyes tried to pierce through the haze.

Yao Jing stood frozen at the edge of the destruction, her heart pounding like a drum. "Tian'er..." she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Finally, as the dust began to settle, a figure emerged from the chaos. Zhao Tian stood tall in the center of the crater, his robes tattered and his hair disheveled.

Yet, his body remained untouched, unscathed, as if the lightning had never truly reached him.

The disbelief among the spectators reached its peak.

"No injuries… Not even now?" Xu Guangjing muttered, his voice shaking. "This isn't human."