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Song Shuhang’s fists bombarded the tribulation like a meteor shower. The energies of his eight nascent souls and the fat whale were all mobilized.

In addition, Song Shuhang was buffed by three top-tier body-tempering techniques at the moment, so every time he punched, he created a small explosion.

“Three, two, three, four, shake!” Song Shuhang yelled passionately while shaking his legs and gathering all his strength in his fists.

The 123 holy apes above his head cooperated with him as he attacked. They let out deep chants, adding some background music to the scene.

The 123 true dragons cooperated with Song Shuhang as well. Every time he punched, a true dragon shot forward along with his fist.

In the blink of an eye, Song Shuhang had thrown 123 punches, and 123 true dragons blasted into the sun fire tribulation together with his fists.

This style was very much in line with Song Shuhang’s aesthetics.

The fists and the sun fire tribulation continued to clash against one another. The sky and the earth shook, and the world seemed like it was going to be destroyed.

Affected by the strength of the fists, the sun fire tribulation swelled in size and became unstable.

The punches halted, and Song Shuhang started free-falling.

In the meantime, the glorious sun fire tribulation exploded with a deafening blast.

The sun fire scattered in all directions, turning into a shower of flames that poured down on the ground.

Two black lotuses appeared under Shuhang’s feet, supporting his body and allowing him to firmly stand in the air.

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The pitch-black tribulation clouds, the exploding sun fire, the shower of flames, the shining black lotuses, and the imposing figure in armor standing proudly in the sky were reflected in Sixteen’s eyes.

She could not help but grab Sister White Dragon, who was around her neck, and pull her body up to cover half of her face.

Her heartbeat accelerated, and her little face became slightly red.

This feeling was… It was the feeling that the heavenly tribulation was coming.

Sixteen looked at her original dantian. Her illusory core had solidified.

A golden core determined one’s path, and her golden core was about to take shape.

In the air, tribulation clouds appeared.

This time, the tribulation clouds weren’t there for Tyrannical Song but for her.

“Tyrannical Song’s heavenly tribulation has not ended yet, but my heavenly tribulation is already here. Sister, can you help me suppress my heavenly tribulation?” Sixteen gently pulled at Sister White Dragon.

Sister White Dragon was about to reply when someone interjected.

“There is no need to suppress your heavenly tribulation, so don’t worry about it.” The voice of the white horse sounded from outside the fog. “The experi— I mean, the fortuitous encounter I arranged for you and Tyrannical Song is something you have to face together.”

“My time is running out. Before I disappear, I’ll make sure that you and Tyrannical Song can return safely.

“Don’t resist.

“I will always be with you.”

The voice of the white horse became increasingly gentle but also more and more distant.