Heath was deeply focused on refining a batch of ninth-grade alchemical pills in the great hall of Third Mountain. The thunder roared in the sky as he was about to refine the pill. The sacred land seemed to transform into an apocalyptic scene.
This sudden phenomenon startled Heath and caused his thoughts to become chaotic. As a result, the pills he was about to solidify burst open.
The pills were destroyed on the spot, emitting billowing black smoke.
Heath ignored the smoke billowing from the destroyed pills, but dashed out of the great hall immediately.
Looking at the rolling thunder in the sky and the terrifying aura emanating from it, Francis' pupils contracted and exclaimed, "Is— is this the Royal Paragon Tribulation?"
"Somebody has advanced to royal paragon?!"
As a Mighty Supreme Paragon, Francis was familiar with the Royal Paragon Tribulation.
After a silent assumption for a while, he couldn't determine who had advanced at this moment. There weren't many level nine paragons within the sect.
A paragon realm cultivator could only be considered a disciple in the Grandiuno Sacred Land. To become an elder, one at least has to be a royal paragon.
Based on his familiarity with the disciples' attainment levels, even the several core disciples were still far away from a level nine paragon.
Francis shook his head and transformed into a stream of light, flying towards the Second Mountain.
At the same time, Amethyst, dressed in a purple robe, sensed the Royal Paragon Tribulation from the cave heaven opened his eyes.
His sharp, wolf-like eyes seemed to penetrate the void. He gazed towards the Second Mountain.
Severin was not afraid of the tribulation. He raised his fist and smashed it forward.
The surging power of his body smashed forward, his fist produced a deafening sonic boom in the air!
With a loud rumble, the dark clouds were blasted open immediately.
Before the tribulation could unleash its anger, Severin stepped forward abruptly. His body was pervaded with infinite sky-soil energy, breaking through the void with an unmatched posture, once again rushing towards the thunder
The thunder in the dark clouds was unwilling to be outdone. It stirred up a huge net-like thunder in the clouds.
The huge thunderbolts fell straight down and struck Severin's body fiercely.
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