150: Chapter 150 Don't mention the [Thunder Immortal Sect] rules to me!

"Look at how little ambition you have! Focus, we'll be done and finished in a moment!"

The last thousand-foot Thunder Dragon, looking ferocious with blood-red eyes, was less than a hundred feet away from the Mount Shu Main Peak!

Ancestor of Mount Shu Yu Hengzi crazily formed hand seals with both hands, "Senior Brothers, help Little Seven slay this demon dragon!"

Instantly, seven white figures appeared above the Mount Shu Main Peak.

All seven of them appeared to be handsome young men in their twenties, and the pressure of the Spirit Transformation Realm Middle Stage exploded from their bodies!

Without exception, their robes fluttered, their white garments moving without wind, and the three characters 'Seven Saints' were written in wild, blood-red calligraphy on their backs!

After many years, the Seven Holy Sons of Shushan reappeared in Jianghu!

The Sage of Mount Shu had once cast the 'Seven Sons Heart-Link' Immortal technique for them; although the other six Saints had passed away, their souls were nurtured within the Sea of Consciousness of Yu Hengzi and had not truly departed.

As Ancestor of Mount Shu Yu Hengzi stepped into the Spirit Transformation Realm Middle Stage, under the effect of the 'Seven Sons Heart-Link' Immortal technique, the cultivation of the other six Saints was also raised to the Spirit Transformation Realm Middle Stage!

In other words, Shu Mountain possessed seven Old Ancestors at the Spirit Transformation Realm Middle Stage!

Even in the entire Central Province, this could definitely be considered top-tier combat power!

The Void Realm above Shu Mountain was torn open, and seven Immortal swords flew in from beyond the heavens!

The Seven Holy Sons of Shushan grasped the Immortal swords, twisted their wrists to form seven sword flowers, rotated their bodies in the air multiple times, and then suddenly slashed out seven thousand-foot sword beams, hacking fiercely toward the head of the thousand-foot Thunder Dragon!

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the seven thousand-foot sword beams hacked fiercely onto the head of the thousand-foot Thunder Dragon, slicing half of its head off and forcing it back a hundred feet.

The thousand-foot Thunder Dragon's blood splattered instantly, and it rolled back and forth in the air in pain.

The Seven Holy Sons of Shushan stepped forward, flashed to the front of the thousand-foot Thunder Dragon, rotated their bodies in the air, continuously twisted their wrists, and slashed out wave after wave of thousand-foot sword beams, hacking fiercely at the thousand-foot Thunder Dragon.

The thousand-foot Thunder Dragon roared at the sky in pain, thrashing about wildly in the air, until it was soon slashed into several pieces, crumbling into specks of thunder light that dissipated above Shu Mountain.

Above Shu Mountain, within the ten thousand miles of tribulation clouds, the faces of the two Thunder Gods, one fat and one skinny, changed abruptly; their throats turned sweet, and they spat out a mouthful of blood!

The nine Thunder Dragons from just now were summoned by their life-bound Magical Artifact, the 'Nine Tribulations Dragon Disk'.

The 'Nine Tribulations Dragon Disk' was their livelihood, and it had been smashed by Ancestor of Mount Shu Yu Hengzi!

Therefore, the two suffered a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, sustained Dao injuries, and spat out a mouthful of blood!

In fact, normally speaking, a Nascent Soul Realm Heavenly Tribulation would at most summon nine tribulation dragons, and only one of those dragons could have Nascent Soul Stage Peak Perfection cultivation, while the others would mostly be around the Nascent Soul Realm level five.

These two Thunder Gods, one fat and one skinny, were truly out for blood this time; they had summoned all nine Spirit Transformation Realm Peak tribulation dragons from their life-bound Magical Artifact, the 'Nine Tribulations Dragon Disk', all at once!

They truly did not expect that an ant from the Lower Realm could actually slay all nine Spirit Transformation Realm Peak tribulation dragons from their life-bound Magical Artifact, the 'Nine Tribulations Dragon Disk'!

The two Thunder Gods, one fat and one skinny, were truly suffering from misfortune upon misfortune; they were already starving to death and had hoped to rely on the Heavenly Tribulation to wipe out the seven Personal Disciples of Ancestor of Mount Shu Yu Hengzi and make a killing, but now, not only did they fail to earn the seven Nascent Soul souls, but their life-bound Magical Artifact, the 'Nine Tribulations Dragon Disk', had also been smashed!

One must know that if a Thunder God loses their life-bound Magical Artifact, they cannot bring down a Heavenly Tribulation; to put it bluntly, the two of them had their rice bowl smashed by Yu Hengzi!

"Brother Lei, what do we do? Our livelihood has been smashed! What are we going to do now?"

The chubby Thunder God had a mournful face, his whole body like a deflated balloon, and he sat down on the ground with a thump, hanging his head.

"In for a penny, in for a pound. Since he smashed our rice bowl, we'll just kick over the whole pot!"

"We will take action ourselves and kill all seven of these Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators and those seven Nascent Soul Realm cultivators! These fourteen top-tier souls will be enough for us to live comfortably in this Immortal Realm for a thousand years!"

"Brother Lei, calm down. Doing this will violate the Thunder Immortal Sect rules, and that's a capital offense!"

"Don't talk to me about Thunder Immortal Sect rules! According to the rules, they should pay us our salaries on time. It's been over three hundred years; where are our salaries? We are starving to death now; why aren't they following the rules to pay us our salaries?"

The Skinny Thunder God's mouth twitched, blue veins bulged on his forehead, and his expression was extremely agitated.

"Brother Lei, what you say makes sense. But I'm still afraid..."

"If the higher-ups blame us, you just push all the blame onto me and say that I forced you to do it!"

The fat Thunder God's eyes darted around slyly twice, and a smug look of conspiracy fulfilled curled the corners of his mouth.

Ancestor of Mount Shu Yu Hengzi looked at the gradually dissipating thousand-foot Thunder Dragon and finally let out a sigh of relief; he turned to look at the seven Personal Disciples on the Mount Shu Main Peak, who would be able to completely step into the Nascent Soul Realm in another stick of incense's time.

Above Shu Mountain, the ten thousand miles of tribulation clouds did not dissipate, and two Immortal figures, one fat and one skinny, slowly walked out from within.

The two Immortals had their noses in the air, full of arrogance, wearing blue robes with the three characters 'Thunder Immortal Sect' written in wild calligraphy on the back.

The two Immortals, one fat and one skinny, had blue electrical currents flashing incessantly all over their bodies, constantly emitting a "Crackle!" sound that made one's scalp tingle.

Ancestor of Mount Shu Yu Hengzi had heard his Revered Master say many years ago that there was no such thing as a Heavenly Tribulation in this world; it was nothing more than some Immortals playing tricks and pretending to be gods!

To be honest, he was skeptical at the time, but now that he saw with his own eyes the two Immortals, one fat and one skinny, walk out from the tribulation clouds, he finally believed that what his Revered Master said back then was true; this Heavenly Tribulation was clearly these two playing tricks, with the goal of blasting his seven Disciples to death.

Thinking of this, the Sage of Mount Shu's mouth twitched, his fists clenched tightly, and he looked coldly at the two Immortals above.

The Skinny Thunder God cast a disdainful glance at the Sage of Mount Shu below, "These seven people ignore the Immortal rules and dare to gather together to sneakily form their Nascent Souls at the same time, which is the crime of gathering to cause chaos! This Immortal was ordered to bring down the Heavenly Tribulation to kill these seven, yet you dare to stop me! I will count to three..."

"If you want to blast my seven Personal Disciples to death, just say so; don't play tricks and whine there! If you have the guts, come down, and see if I don't smash your mouth to pieces!"

Ancestor of Mount Shu Yu Hengzi did not wait for the Skinny Thunder God to finish speaking, pointed his finger at the Skinny Thunder God, and angrily rebuked him.

Immediately after, the Ancestor of Mount Shu crazily formed hand seals with both hands, and a hundred-foot-tall Ten Thousand Year Corpse King, wielding iron fists dozens of feet long, blasted toward the two Thunder Gods, one skinny and one fat!

"Ant of the Lower Realm, you are courting death!"

The two Thunder Gods, one fat and one skinny, transformed into two beams of blue light, moving at extreme speed, and flashed directly in front of the Ten Thousand Year Corpse King; the two of them crossed their arms, combined their strength into one punch, and blasted it directly onto the face of the Ten Thousand Year Corpse King!

The Ten Thousand Year Corpse King turned into a shooting star, smashing heavily into the ground and creating a deep pit dozens of feet wide! Fast! Too fast!