The tip of the Qingping Sword, which had once been baptized by thunder, was flickering with sizzling currents.
— Nine Heavens Jade Thunder was brewing.
Ji Ruqinglong's heart skipped a beat when Su Bei's gaze met his, and he instinctively took a step back, cold sweat drenching his back.
He had realized what the madman in front of him intended to do. Ji Ruqinglong tried to move his body, but the fear emanating from the abyssal stare rendered his limbs stiff.
His throat quivered as he stammered,
"Su Bei, have you gone mad... You're actually trying to forcibly draw the Heavenly Tribulation."
"You'll turn to ashes too..."
In the midst of the flashing lightning and roaring thunder, Su Bei licked the corner of his mouth and turned his gaze to the motionless Ji Ruqinglong.
As if he hadn't heard his words, he said in a low voice,
"Sect Master?"
"It's your turn."
