Chapter 758
I Can See Through Everything – Chapter 758
Chapter 758: Razor-Cold Killing Intent
“Come out and meet your death.”
Lu Qing said it as lightly as if he were about to casually crush an ant.
Everyone was stunned by Lu Qing’s arrogance.
They couldn’t believe those words had come from someone who was merely a Five-Tribulation Nascent Soul cultivator.
As for Mo Tushan, he felt a vicious blaze surge up from the depths of his heart, and rage exploded in an instant.
“You’re asking to die, brat!”
With a furious roar, Mo Tushan’s burly body took a single step—and he was already in front of Lu Qing, smashing out a punch.
In his wrath, he didn’t even use an artifact. He only wanted to rely on the terrifying strength of his fleshly body, to pound Lu Qing down with punch after punch.
“This is bad!”
Yu Jian hadn’t expected Lu Qing to provoke hatred the moment he opened his mouth.
Feeling the killing intent pouring off Mo Tushan, his gaze sharpened and he was about to intervene.
But in the next moment, the sword he had just raised froze in midair as he stared blankly ahead.
A dazzling sword light suddenly flared, illuminating the entire space of the seventh checkpoint of the Flesh-Body Passage.
Boom!
The sword light slashed straight into Mo Tushan, blasting his towering body backward.
Even when he hit the ground, he couldn’t fully steady himself and staggered back several steps.
“What?!”
In that instant, everyone was shocked.
No one had imagined that Mo Tushan, at eight-tribulation perfection, would be forced back by a single strike from Lu Qing.
Especially Mo Tushan himself. He looked at the inner armor on his forearms, where deep sword scars had been carved, then raised his head and stared at Lu Qing in disbelief.
That sword light just now had been viciously sharp. If he hadn’t protected himself with an artifact at the last moment, he would have suffered a fatal cut on the spot.
He was only a Five-Tribulation Nascent Soul—yet the sword qi he unleashed was even more frightening than Yu Jian’s. How could that be possible?!
Yu Jian and Qing Xi were equally shaken.
They were both top-tier Nascent Soul sword cultivators. How could they fail to see how terrifying Lu Qing’s strike was?
If they asked themselves honestly, even if they went all out without using any trump cards, their sword qi might not be any stronger than that.
At this moment, the two of them finally understood why Lu Qing had been able to clear the Sword Dao passage and make it here.
This man’s attainment in the sword was in no way beneath theirs!
“He almost cut down Mo Tushan with one sword?”
Not only the few prodigies at the seventh checkpoint of the Flesh-Body Passage—even the three exotic beasts within the Immortal Palace were stunned as well.
Just now, when they saw Mo Tushan suddenly attack, they had been worried whether Lu Qing could withstand it.
Yet in the blink of an eye, it was Mo Tushan who suffered the loss—nearly taken by Lu Qing’s sword.
“No need to rush. I have something I want to ask you. After you answer, I’ll naturally give you a suitable way to die.”
Under everyone’s shocked gaze, Lu Qing’s expression remained calm as he spoke blandly.
“Brat, I didn’t expect you to be hiding your strength all along. I underestimated you. No wonder you made it to the seventh checkpoint.”
Mo Tushan stared hard at Lu Qing, his expression turning grave.
That sword just now made him realize that this youth, who looked like he only had Five-Tribulation cultivation, was far from simple.
He didn’t know how Lu Qing had disguised his aura so perfectly that no one sensed anything amiss.
But he did understand one thing: the strength Lu Qing had shown was already enough to threaten his life.
“It’s only the seventh checkpoint. It’s not some terribly hard barrier,” Lu Qing shook his head. “So, are you ready to answer my question?”
“What do you want to ask?” Mo Tushan replied evenly.
At the same time, a force within him was quietly gathering.
“That human-bone necklace you’re wearing—those are all refined from infant skulls, aren’t they?”
Lu Qing’s gaze fell on the string of skulls hanging on Mo Tushan’s chest.
As soon as he said that, everyone froze again.
They had guessed what Lu Qing might ask—why Mo Tushan had attacked him back then, and so on.
But no one expected a question like this, something that seemed unrelated.
Mo Tushan hadn’t expected it either.
After a brief pause, as if he realized something, he slowly ran his hand over the skull necklace and a savage grin spread across his face.
“So that’s it. I was wondering why you dared to come looking for me on your own—turns out it’s for that laughable sense of ‘justice.’ You so-called righteous cultivators really do love finding such nauseating excuses.”
“That’s right. This necklace really was refined from infant heads. And not just any—nine female infants born at the most yin-heavy hours, and nine male infants born at the most yang-heavy hours. Well? Doesn’t it look good?”
Mo Tushan stroked the skulls as if caressing something precious. The strange, sinister look on his face sent a chill through everyone who saw it.
“Demonic scum!”
Yu Jian’s face changed as he shouted, sword intent surging around him.
Qing Xi’s face was even colder with killing aura, the blade in her hand flickering with sword light.
It looked as if she might cut him down in the next breath.
Even Tao Fairy and Hei Ming looked surprised.
They had heard the rumors long ago, but hearing Mo Tushan admit it himself still shocked them with his viciousness.
The Black-and-White Temple truly deserved its reputation as the most sinister sect. In sheer inhuman cruelty, even the Enchantress Pavilion and Netherworld Palace were far behind.
Everyone couldn’t help looking toward Lu Qing, wanting to see his reaction—after all, he was the one who had asked.
Then they saw that Lu Qing’s expression didn’t change at all.
He only nodded slightly. “Good. Then you can die. And that Black-and-White Temple of yours won’t need to exist anymore.”
“You want to make a move against our Black-and-White Temple too?”
Mo Tushan acted as if he’d heard the funniest joke, his expression dripping with contempt.
“Brat, you truly don’t know the meaning of your own limits—”
But before Mo Tushan could finish, a streak of sword qi had already slashed to his front, forcing the rest of his words back down his throat.
This time, however, Lu Qing’s sword qi didn’t injure Mo Tushan.
Because a shadowy black demonic tower suddenly appeared, shrouding Mo Tushan and completely blocking the sword qi.
“Brat, I’ll admit you have some skill. In return for those two strikes of yours…”
“Next, I’ll break you piece by piece, draw out your Nascent Soul, and refine it into my Nine Abysses Demonic Tower.”
“I’ll make it so you can neither live nor die, and suffer forever beneath demonic flames!”
Mo Tushan felt power in his body rising like a mountain, and he looked at Lu Qing with a cruel smile.
“So that’s how it is—this superior-grade demonic artifact is what gives you confidence.”
Looking at the demonic tower projection around Mo Tushan, and the dreadful might it radiated, Lu Qing’s expression remained indifferent.
In the next moment, a superior-grade spiritual sword appeared in his hand.
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