Tribulation

The sixth bolt came with a ferocity that eclipsed all before it.

Ling Tian knew he had to be faster, more precise.

Drawing upon his Void Piercing Thrust, he focused his energy into his blade, the Tianwu Sword humming with power.

As the lightning descended, he launched himself forward, his blade slicing through the air with impeccable precision.

The thrust met the lightning in mid-air, splitting it into two harmless arcs that dissipated around him.

The force of the strike left him momentarily breathless, but he stood firm, his grip on the sword unyielding.

"Is that all you've got?" he shouted defiantly, his voice cutting through the storm.

The heavens seemed to tremble in response, the clouds roiling with anger.

The seventh bolt was a writhing serpent of energy, twisting and turning as it descended.

Ling Tian's eyes narrowed as he assessed the incoming strike.