Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoqiang's heart raced with urgency as he struggled to free himself from her body, saying, "I can't drag you down, let me go quickly..."

Heavenly Demon barked, "Don't move! If I decide to help you, I will see it through to the end!"

"Why would you want to help me?"

"Because, because you are my man!"

"You don't regret it?"

"No regrets!" declared the Heavenly Demon. Suddenly, in the pitch-black night sky, electric arcs flashed sharply, illuminating the entire land. She hastily said, "Little Qiang, pay attention -- if we can dodge these seven massive bolts of lightning, all will be well, but if we can't, we must use the magic treasure to defend ourselves. No matter what, we must try our hardest to survive!"

"Okay!" Wang Xiaoqiang said as he made a spell gesture with his hand and lightly swept it, causing the Penglai Immortal Sword to float out from his Sumeru Ring. It gleamed brightly and hovered above their heads, spreading out a cyan light that enveloped and protected their bodies.

Boom!

The first electric arc fell from above with unparalleled speed, heading straight for the two of them. The Heavenly Demon moved her fingers, changing the spell, and pointed forward twice with two fingers.

In the darkness of night, the purple Immortal Sword suddenly accelerated, just barely dodging the fierce strike of the descending thunder.

Boom...

The second thunderbolt.

The third thunderbolt.

The fourth thunderbolt.

The fifth thunderbolt.

One after another, they struck down from above.

Yet under the Heavenly Demon's fast Sword Control technique, all missed their mark. This was not because the Heavenly Demon's cultivation base was exceedingly high, but because she was not the true target of Heaven's Punishing Thunder; its formidable oppressive power was all focused on Wang Xiaoqiang.

But human strength has its limits. When the sixth thunderbolt struck, the Heavenly Demon, drained of Spiritual Power, found her strength waning and her Sword Control slowing. The electric arc overhead had not yet arrived, but the pressure it exerted was already there, forcing their bodies to plummet downward. Once their direction shifted, their speed greatly decreased, and it seemed inevitable they could not dodge. It was at this moment that Wang Xiaoqiang's hands moved through the spell gestures, his fingers dancing quickly. The Penglai Immortal Sword emitted an unprecedented burst of light, soaring defiantly into the sky to meet the massive bolt.

This time, Wang Xiaoqiang poured all his cultivation base into the effort.

In the next moment, the massive thunderbolt and the Penglai Immortal Sword collided.

"Boom!!"

A resounding explosion shook heaven and earth, filling the entire sky with white light and sword radiance. At that moment, the world seemed to pause.

Using the power of the Immortal Sword, they narrowly avoided another calamity, but the intense clash between the electric arc and the Immortal Sword still affected them. Since Heavenly Demon was not the primary target of the Lii Lei, she appeared to be undamaged, albeit ghastly pale with bloodshot eyes.

Wang Xiaoqiang, however, was not so lucky, his clothing burst and turned to ash, and blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth...

Clearly, in the preceding clash of immense forces, the disadvantaged Penglai Immortal Sword wasn't able to fully ward off the might of the Celestial Thunder, and Wang Xiaoqiang, linked to the Spiritual Power of the Immortal Sword, suffered the greatest injury.

At this point, Wang Xiaoqiang only saw remnants of thunder and lightning chaotically darting through his body, ferocious as wolves and as fierce as tigers, incessantly battering his every limb and orifice, while his internal organs felt as though they had shifted, the excruciating pain relentless and his body going limp, almost devoid of energy to even breathe!

Heavenly Demon held Wang Xiaoqiang's body tightly, striving to fly.

When it's too late, then it's fast, the seventh thunderbolt had already descended.

Intense light. Violent rumbling. Powerful pressure. Fierce speed...

This seventh massive thunderbolt was even more formidable than the six that had come before it. Falling with a force that could destroy heaven and earth, it was unstoppable.

At this critical moment of life and death, Heavenly Demon held Wang Xiaoqiang's body close, abandoned the sword, and plummeted downward. At the same time, she clasped the sword technique tightly in her hands, putting more force into driving the Sword Qi. For a moment, the Purple Sword Aura soared like a raging mountain, wailing as it turned and shot upward to meet the thunderbolt descending from the sky.

"Boom!"

The Purple Light Sword Beam collided with the white electric arc.

The sound could split the heavens, and the force could shatter the earth, a strong burst of light made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang could no longer feel any of these, in this contest of Heavenly Force against human strength, the Heavenly Demon, connected by the Purple Sword Aura, was the most severely wounded. Wang Xiaoqiang's body was also affected once more. Both of them lost consciousness at the same moment, and their bodies separated mid-air, drifting in the night before falling down...

Darkness, not a hint of light.

Wang Xiaoqiang's consciousness was trapped in a chaos of utter darkness, the only sensation was that of searing electricity tearing through his flesh, flowing toward his hands, tempering the meridians of his hands… causing waves of pain.

Finally, amid the immense pain, his faint consciousness completely dissipated…

When he regained consciousness, three days had already passed.

He opened his eyes to find no sign of the Heavenly Demon.

Xia Xueyan, Yuerong, and Ziman were all tearfully staring at him intently, overjoyed and relieved to see him awake,

All three women exclaimed in delight…

"Ah, he's awake, he's awake! The ancestor is awake!" Ziman cried with joy, clearly showing that the Merman Tribe lacked none of the emotions of humans.

"Little Qiang, how are you feeling??" Yuerong asked with a concerned face.

"Little Qiang, you can't die, oh, I'm already carrying your child," Xia Xueyan said, a bit embarrassed.

Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't expected to survive a great disaster and hear such wonderful news. He held Xia Xueyan's hand, "I haven't had the chance to hold my son yet, of course I can't die!"

Xia Xueyan chuckled, tearing up as she gently chided, "You, how do you know it's a son??"

Wang Xiaoqiang thought to himself that on Earth, his wife and girlfriends always had sons. In this life, Wang Xiaoqiang would sire only sons, but he simply said, "I'm guessing."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoqiang weakly shifted his gaze, searching for the Heavenly Demon's figure. However, there was no sign of the captivating figure of the Heavenly Demon in the room. He couldn't help feeling a wave of melancholy as he asked, "Where is the Heavenly Demon?"

"What Heavenly Demon?" Yuerong asked in surprise.

The Heavenly Tribulation was directed at him, Wang Xiaoqiang, not the Heavenly Demon, so he felt that the Heavenly Demon wouldn't have died. But hearing Yuerong's words, Wang Xiaoqiang realized the Heavenly Demon had already left. His heart couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

Still, to be on the safe side, Wang Xiaoqiang called for the Immortal River Mystic Serpent, ordering it to command all the Aquatic Dark Soldiers to conduct a thorough search for the woman known as the Heavenly Demon.

The Immortal River Mystic Serpent accepted the order and left. Half a day later, it returned with a report that there was no sign of her.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help feeling sentimental and melancholic.

That woman like a demon leader, that strong and domineering woman, the woman who had been intimate with him, the woman who had saved him in a moment of peril, always arrived like a shadow and left like the wind.

This woman, like the wind, brought Wang Xiaoqiang unexpected encounters and left him with lingering feelings of loss.

…

Wang Xiaoqiang spent a week recuperating in the palace, and his body finally fully recovered. Only his hands would sometimes swell with pain, as if an electric current were coursing through them.

This sensation was very frustrating for Wang Xiaoqiang.

One day, as his hands began to hurt again, he lashed out in annoyance and struck a table with both hands.

Crack!

Crack!

Two arcs of electricity shot out from his palms, shattering the table into pieces and leaving it scorched black.

"Eh? The lightning from my Thunderclap Annihilation Palm is thicker than before, but I haven't been specifically cultivating this technique recently?" Wang Xiaoqiang was surprised yet puzzled. Suddenly, he thought of Heaven's Punishing Thunder and had a realization, "Ah, right, the Heavenly Thunder must have entered my body and my hands, strengthening the veins in my hands, and made my Thunderclap Annihilation Palm stronger!..."

With this thought, Wang Xiaoqiang was delighted… Ha, ha, I, Wang Xiaoqiang, faced a Heavenly Tribulation, not only did I survive, but I also turned misfortune into a blessing and enhanced my technique. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)

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