I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 1067 - 670: White Tiger’s Tribulation Crossing (Part 3)

Another Celestial Thunder Tribulation.

Someone else is attempting a Tier Seven ascension.

Inwardly, Vahag was engulfed in a storm of emotions, unable to calm for a long time. Even within the Golden Family, Tier Seven experts were few and far between, all without exception were elder level figures in the family, wielding enormous power and resources. The birth of each new Tier Seven came at least ten years apart from the last, or even longer. This wasn’t because the Golden Family lacked geniuses, but because the Celestial Human Three Tribulations were exceedingly difficult—out of ten Peak Tier Six attempting it, having one or two succeed would be considered good.

However, under Qin Tian’s command, just moments after the previous Celestial Thunder Tribulation had ended, another person attempting the tribulation appeared.

Judging by the scale of the thunderclouds, this person’s strength was probably no less than the previous one.

A thought flashed through Vahag’s mind—just how many Peak Tier Six are under Qin Tian? Just how deep is the foundation of these people? How are they so confident, so assured, that they can attempt Tier Seven ascension one after the other?

One must understand, the Celestial Human Three Tribulations are no joke; attempting it without complete assurance is a death wish. Yet Qin Tian’s people not only dared to attempt, but seemed full of confidence.

The first person who attempted the tribulation, although encountered some issues, ultimately succeeded. Would the person currently attempting the tribulation succeed too?

Vahag dared not think.

"Sir, we...?" Suti furrowed his brow, hesitating to speak.

"This isn’t something we can interfere with." Vahag shook his head, his tone laced with a resigned helplessness.

He had a clear view of the scene earlier where Qin Tian freely slaughtered the Stele Demons. The Low Tier Stele Demons were blown to bits by those iron balls falling from the sky, and the High Tier Stele Demons at Tier Six and Seven didn’t even see Qin Tian’s face before being inexplicably taken out by a bullet. The scene was too shocking, too unreal—one person standing there, doing nothing, yet thousands of spatial black holes around him expelling death.

If the Stele Demons were like this, he, at Tier Seven, dared not provoke them.

His body couldn’t remotely compare to Stele Demons with no physical weaknesses. When Stele Demons were shattered, they could reform; if he were shattered, he would truly be broken.

"Report the situation and have the family inform the Luohou Clan." Vahag immediately decided.

He had no grievance with Qin Tian, having been merely frightened by a single sentence from Qin Tian earlier. But there were many who were frightened away—the teams approaching from all directions were similarly rebuffed by Qin Tian’s doppelgangers, weren’t they? He wasn’t the only one, and there was no shame in it.

Since that’s the case, why make an enemy on purpose?

The Luohou Clan and Qin Tian have grievances, but that’s the Luohou Clan’s concern. Vahag was not of the Luohou Clan’s direct lineage, merely a member of a subsidiary family, with no need to stick his neck out for his master.

When gods fight, little ghosts suffer.

The Luohou Clan may not fear Qin Tian, but Vahag had no desire to unwittingly offend Qin Tian and get eliminated quietly. From the methods Qin Tian displayed earlier, he would likely not even need to lift a finger to dispose of Vahag.

"Go!"

Vahag gave the order, his voice carrying a hint of urgency he hadn’t even noticed himself.

The team immediately changed direction, beginning their retreat. Their speed was several degrees faster than when they arrived, with streaks of their golden battle armor trailing like afterimages across the desolate wilderness, as if something frightening was chasing them.

Vahag walked at the back of the group, unable to resist looking back at the sky where thunderclouds roiled.

Yet another bolt of Celestial Thunder crashed down, a purple-gold light slicing through the sky, illuminating the entire desolate wilderness.

He retracted his neck, quickening his pace.