I used the Tiger Stinger skill, a challenge to heaven's assault as I faced against the bolt with my sword and decided to break through it before it bore through me. I flashed forward, both slashing and thirsting my sword, hand extended and my legs taught from the jump, I came in a challenge against heaven's will, and my sword and the lightning clashed at one point.
A loud explosive sound echoed in the vicinity, enough that the many cultivators that have just arrived were forced back from the shockwave of my affront to heaven's doom.
But in this battle, I came up short, and the lighting bolt was far more powerful than what power I could muster in my challenge. I was struck down against the ground, where my whole body was ravaged by tendrils of red lightning. Yet, the lightning didn't burn my body this time, it had to struggle against my robe, the robe made from hundreds of thousands of small inscriptions that hardened it and made it sturdier.