"Slash!"
Without a change in expression, Ji Haoyuan raised his hand once more.
Clang, clang, clang!
Six or seven Spiritual Flying Swords, all above the second tier, instantly formed the Six Harmonies Sword Formation in mid-air, welcoming the falling silvery-white lightning once again.
These flying swords were trophies gained from foes he had vanquished in the past.
Now, they were put to good use.
Boom!
The Sword Array formed by six or seven flying swords started disintegrating after holding out for about a breath's time.
This illustrated just how terrifying the power of the Celestial Tribulation was.
Yet, this was merely the first bout of tribulation.
Ji Haoyuan had an inkling about the situation.
It likely had to do with the eleventh-grade Golden Core he had condensed.
The purer the Golden Core that a cultivator forms, the greater the power of the descending tribulation.
Therefore,
