Rebirth of the Tribulation Immortal

The final battle was fast approaching, and Tang Xiu knew that every decision he made now would determine the future. The Dragon King's reach was vast, and the Dragon's Fang was a powerful force. However, with the support of Xu Liang, Lei Xian, and the White Lotus Sect, Tang Xiu felt ready to challenge this tyrant.

The first step was infiltration. Tang Xiu needed to find a way into the heart of the Dragon's Fang, where the Dragon King resided. The Dragon's Fang was heavily fortified, with layers of guards, secretive sects, and traps designed to deter intruders. But for someone as resourceful as Tang Xiu, nothing was impossible.

Lei Xian had insider knowledge that would be crucial. She knew the secret passages, the hidden routes, and the weaknesses within the Dragon's Fang. Through her, Tang Xiu and Xu Liang would enter undetected.

"Once we're inside, we'll need to stay low," Lei Xian advised as they gathered in a hidden safehouse. "The Dragon King has spies everywhere. We can't afford to get caught."

Tang Xiu nodded. "We'll move carefully. No mistakes."

Their plan was simple: get inside, gather intelligence, and strike when the time was right. But as they traveled toward the Dragon's Fang, Tang Xiu couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to become much more complicated.

As night fell, Tang Xiu, Xu Liang, and Lei Xian crept through the shadows, moving with the precision of hunters on the prowl. The Dragon's Fang stronghold loomed ahead, a massive fortress surrounded by towering walls, hidden behind a thick forest. Tang Xiu could feel the oppressive aura of the place—an energy that clung to the air like a heavy fog.

The trio moved silently through the trees, avoiding the guards patrolling the perimeter. They knew that one mistake could ruin everything. Tang Xiu's eyes scanned the surroundings, alert for any movement. His cultivation had sharpened his senses, allowing him to pick up even the slightest change in the atmosphere.

At last, they reached the entrance—an old, abandoned temple on the outskirts of the fortress. This was the secret route Lei Xian had mentioned. It was a forgotten pathway, hidden beneath the overgrowth, and known only to a few within the Dragon's Fang.

"We're in," Lei Xian whispered. "Stay close, and follow me."

Once inside, they navigated through dark corridors and hidden passageways. The place was a labyrinth, designed to confuse intruders. But with Lei Xian's guidance, they made their way deeper into the stronghold.

As they moved, Tang Xiu's mind raced. He knew the Dragon King's power didn't lie solely in brute strength. The man was a master of manipulation, control, and knowledge. If he could control the martial arts world, reshape reality itself with the manipulation of qi, he would be an almost unstoppable force.

The deeper they went, the more they felt the weight of the Dragon King's presence. It was as though the very walls were steeped in dark energy, and the further they ventured, the more palpable it became.

Eventually, they reached a large chamber, one that was far too quiet for comfort. Tang Xiu paused, his instincts screaming that something was wrong. He exchanged a glance with Xu Liang and Lei Xian.

"Stay alert," he whispered.

The three of them stepped into the chamber, their movements slow and cautious. The room was empty, save for a massive dragon-shaped sculpture that stood at the far end, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. The moment they stepped into the room, the door behind them slammed shut, trapping them inside.

A voice, smooth and mocking, echoed through the chamber.

"Well, well, well. What have we here? The great Tang Xiu, the man who dares to defy the Dragon's Fang."

From the shadows emerged a figure—tall, with an air of undeniable power. His eyes glowed with a fierce intensity, and his presence seemed to consume the room itself. Tang Xiu's heart skipped a beat as the man stepped forward, revealing his true form.

It was the Dragon King.

"I've been expecting you," the Dragon King said, his voice calm but filled with venom. "You've made a bold move, but you've underestimated me. You see, this isn't just about the Dragon's Fang anymore. It's about much more. You're playing a game you can't possibly win."

Tang Xiu stood firm, despite the overwhelming presence of the Dragon King. He had come too far to turn back now. "I've already defeated your pawns. I'll do the same to you."

The Dragon King smiled coldly. "You still don't understand, do you? This war was never about power. It was about control over something much bigger than you can imagine. Something you're too naïve to comprehend."

A flash of movement, and the Dragon King was gone. The next moment, he appeared in front of Tang Xiu, his speed a blur. A powerful strike came crashing down toward him, but Tang Xiu was ready. He barely dodged the attack, his heart racing with the realization of how dangerous this man truly was.

"This is no ordinary fight," the Dragon King taunted. "It's the culmination of everything you've learned, everything you've done. And I will break you. Just like I did to your ancestors."

Tang Xiu's mind raced. The Dragon King wasn't just powerful—he was centuries ahead in understanding of cultivation and martial arts. His strength was beyond what Tang Xiu had imagined. Yet, Tang Xiu had one thing the Dragon King did not—experience. The ancient cultivation knowledge that lay within him was his advantage.

The two clashed in a flurry of strikes, each move a deadly dance of power. Tang Xiu fought with all his might, relying on his superior techniques and knowledge of ancient cultivation methods. But the Dragon King was relentless, using his own dark powers to push Tang Xiu to his limits.

"You cannot win," the Dragon King snarled, his eyes glowing brighter. "I am the master of the world's qi. I control everything!"

Tang Xiu gritted his teeth, his muscles aching from the constant barrage of attacks. "I'll prove you wrong."

In a sudden burst of energy, Tang Xiu activated the hidden power within him. The ancient cultivation techniques surged to the surface, and for a brief moment, his entire being radiated with a golden light. He was no longer the weak, inexperienced teenager who had once failed the tribulation. He was a force of nature.

The Dragon King recoiled as Tang Xiu's aura enveloped the room, the very walls trembling with the power he was unleashing. It was as if the heavens themselves were backing him.

"You may control qi," Tang Xiu said, his voice steady and filled with authority, "but I control my destiny."

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