Chapter 759
I Can See Through Everything – Chapter 759
Chapter 759: Boundless Mighty Power, One Palm Suppresses and Kills!
As soon as Lu Qing’s longsword was in hand, the aura he gave off changed completely.
The calm ease from a moment ago vanished in an instant, replaced by chilling killing intent.
He was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, carrying a momentum that seemed able to cleave through anything.
The longsword in his hand radiated an unmatched edge, so keen it made everyone’s spirits tremble.
“Superior-grade spiritual sword!”
Everyone present was a true disciple from a major sect, and their knowledge was anything but shallow.
Feeling the terrifying sharpness coming off the sword in Lu Qing’s hand, they immediately understood—this was a spirit sword that had reached the level of a Superior-grade spiritual sword!
What shocked them even more was that the Sword Intent Lu Qing was releasing right now was extremely similar to Yu Jian’s.
That was clearly Heaven-Shattering Sword Qi, the core inheritance of the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect!
Could it be that this eerie five-tribulation Nascent Soul kid was a hidden piece the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect had planted?
Tao Fairy and Hei Ming looked at Yu Jian, uncertain and suspicious.
Even Qing Xi couldn’t help turning her gaze toward Yu Jian as well.
Then they saw it—Yu Jian’s face also held shock, but within that shock was a trace of realization, as if he had figured something out.
“So the Qingmang Sword ended up in Ah Qing’s hands.”
Inside the Immortal Palace, Old Canglong and the others, upon seeing the longsword in Lu Qing’s hand, finally understood.
“Superior-grade spiritual sword?”
Mo Tushan stared at the Qingmang Sword Lu Qing had produced, startled at first—he hadn’t expected the other side to possess a Superior-grade spiritual sword as well.
But very quickly, greed rose in his eyes.
As long as he could kill Lu Qing and seize that Superior-grade spiritual sword…
Then this trip through the Gui Xu Secret Realm would be a massive haul for him.
Even if he failed to clear the Flesh-Body Trial and enter the Immortal Palace in the end, it would still be far from a wasted journey.
“So that’s it. No wonder you’re so arrogant. You’re relying on a Superior-grade spiritual sword, huh? Kid, thanks for delivering my treasure sword right to me. I’ll accept this generous gift!”
The moment his words fell, Mo Tushan turned into a streak of black light. Under the shroud of a demonic tower projection, he appeared before Lu Qing in a flash and threw a punch.
With the boost of a Superior-grade demonic artifact, the omnipresent suppressive force of the Gui Xu Secret Realm seemed to be dispelled, and Mo Tushan’s speed surged to an extreme.
It was even a fraction faster than the top speed Lu Qing had displayed outside that day.
The pressure he released had already surpassed the limit of an eight-tribulation Nascent Soul, reaching a level comparable to a nine-tribulation Nascent Soul!
The terrifying burst of speed made it look as though Lu Qing couldn’t dodge in time. He could only watch as Mo Tushan’s fist smashed toward his skull.
Before the punch even landed, a ferocious grin had already appeared on Mo Tushan’s face.
He could practically see Lu Qing’s head being blown apart by a single blow.
Yet in the next instant, Mo Tushan sensed something wrong.
His fist struck Lu Qing’s face—only it hit empty space, with no resistance at all.
Lu Qing’s figure dissipated with that punch, like a bubble bursting.
“What?!”
Mo Tushan’s eyes widened. Even with his Nascent Soul perception, he hadn’t sensed in advance that what stood before him was only an afterimage.
“Your speed is too slow.”
At that moment, Lu Qing’s voice came from the side.
Boom!
Before Mo Tushan could even turn his head, a Sword Qi had already slashed into him.
This time, the demonic tower projection surrounding Mo Tushan shuddered violently under Lu Qing’s Sword Qi… and then exploded into fragments.
“Impossible!”
Mo Tushan’s eyes bulged. Even though Lu Qing’s Sword Qi also shattered after breaking the demonic tower projection, he still couldn’t accept what had happened.
The Nine Abysses Demonic Tower was his strongest reliance. The projection it manifested couldn’t be shaken even slightly by an eight-tribulation Nascent Soul at perfection.
And yet it couldn’t withstand a single strike from Lu Qing!
With the boost of the Superior-grade spiritual sword, Lu Qing’s Sword Qi had likewise broken past the eight-tribulation limit and entered the domain of the ninth tribulation!
Whoosh, whoosh!
Before Mo Tushan could react, Lu Qing swung the Qingmang Sword again.
Sword Qi like a raging storm swept toward Mo Tushan.
Every single strand of Sword Qi was no weaker than the strike from before.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Tushan was swallowed by a terrifying Sword Qi tempest.
The tempest’s might was so overwhelming that even the others were forced to retreat again and again, backing all the way to the corner of the space, staring in horror at the scene.
“How can he be this strong?”
Hei Ming and Tao Fairy were shaken to the core, unable to believe Lu Qing’s power could be this frightening.
Even someone as strong as Mo Tushan had been completely forced into the downwind.
They knew well that once Mo Tushan activated that black demonic tower, even they felt an immense threat.
And yet he was being suppressed head-on by Lu Qing. Those terrifying Sword Qi made the two of them almost start to doubt whether Mo Tushan had already fallen on the spot.
“Mo Tushan isn’t going to die, is he?” Qing Xi couldn’t help asking.
“Not that easy.”
Even Yu Jian was shocked by Lu Qing’s displayed strength, but he still shook his head.
“A direct-line true disciple of the Black-and-White Temple isn’t so easy to kill. The Demonic Art they cultivate places extreme emphasis on body refinement. Their vitality is unbelievably tenacious. As long as you can’t kill them completely in an instant, even if they get the slightest breathing room, they’ll recover very quickly. They’re a nightmare to deal with.”
“Roar!”
As if proving Yu Jian’s words, an enraged roar rang out. A demonic tower suddenly shot into the sky and rapidly expanded, directly shattering all the Sword Qi Lu Qing had unleashed.
Then a figure like a small mountain strode out from the storm of scattered Sword Qi—it was Mo Tushan.
At this moment, Mo Tushan had transformed into a giant more than ten zhang tall.
His body bore some terrifying wounds, but under his monstrous vitality, they were healing at high speed.
In his right hand he held an enormous black nine-story demonic tower. Dense black qi coiled around him like black dragons, making him look incomparably imposing.
Demonic qi occasionally took the form of human-shaped skeletons, adding layers of sinister evil to that imposing presence.
“Kid, you’ve truly enraged me. You actually forced me to use this move. If I don’t eat you alive, I’ll never swallow this hatred!”
Mo Tushan glared at Lu Qing with venom.
His Black Demonic Body could not be used casually. Each time he invoked it, he had to burn a huge amount of vengeful spirit essence blood he had painstakingly collected.
Originally, he had gathered that enormous store of vengeful spirit essence blood to break through to Nascent Soul Nine Tribulations.
Now Lu Qing had forced him to use it early. This would greatly delay his breakthrough, and how could Mo Tushan not hate him for it?
As his words ended, he seized the initiative. Gripping that enormous black nine-story demonic tower, he slammed it down from above, suppressing Lu Qing.
This strike carried unmatched might. Even the space of the ninth stage produced faint ripples, as the power had nearly reached the level of a peak nine-tribulation Nascent Soul.
That terrifying spatial suppression crashed down on Lu Qing, as if it would seal him in place completely.
“Not good! Defend, now!”
Sensing the power of Mo Tushan’s strike, Yu Jian and the others all turned pale.
Even from the corner of the space, they hurriedly activated their protective spells and treasures, shielding themselves.
Otherwise, once Mo Tushan’s strike fully landed, they would be caught in the aftershock and suffer heavily.
“Can that fellow daoist withstand it?”
Even as they activated their defensive treasures, their eyes remained locked on the front.
Mo Tushan’s move had an extremely strong sealing force, perfectly countering Lu Qing’s speed.
On top of that, it covered a vast area. There was no dodging it—only a direct block.
But such a terrifying blow… even if it were them, they had no confidence they could take it.
Lu Qing, as a sword cultivator, was indeed terrifying in attack—peerless in killing and slaughter—but his defense was another matter entirely.
So no one could be sure he would survive this strike.
“Prepare to save him!”
Even Old Canglong and the others within the Immortal Palace had their hearts in their throats.
Surging law power churned within them as they prepared to rescue Lu Qing at any moment.
It sounds complicated, but everything happened in a flash.
From Mo Tushan’s rage, his transformation into a giant, and his descent with the black demonic tower…
To the crowd activating protective methods, and Old Canglong and the others preparing to save someone…
All of it happened within a single breath.
Under everyone’s gaze, the massive black demonic tower came crashing down on Lu Qing like a falling star.
Then they witnessed a scene they would never forget.
Facing the black demonic tower collapsing like a mountain, Lu Qing’s expression didn’t change at all. He merely raised one palm and gently pushed upward.
In the next instant, the demonic tower’s shadow completely swallowed him.
Boom!
An overwhelmingly violent power erupted—enough to shatter ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators—and swept across the entire seventh-stage space.
It even stirred ripples through a layer of space itself, showing just how terrifying that strike was.
If Yu Jian and the others had not all been eight-tribulation Nascent Soul powerhouses, and had not already activated protective techniques in advance…
Then that single shockwave alone would have injured them badly.
“When Mo Tushan goes all out, he’s actually this terrifying…”
Yu Jian and the others felt chilled to the bone.
If they were the ones facing Mo Tushan in his current state, they would likely only be able to avoid his edge for the time being, unable to contend head-on.
If this trial passage had not been arranged by the Daoist of Transcendence, then under such power, it would probably have shattered long ago.
“Is that kid dead?”
After the storm of power passed, that was the second thought that rose in everyone’s mind.
But when they looked forward again, all of them couldn’t help widening their eyes.
There ahead, Mo Tushan still gripped the black demonic tower, maintaining the posture of pressing downward.
Yet beneath that tower, Lu Qing had not been ground to dust.
On the contrary—he stood there perfectly intact.
The reason he wasn’t crushed was because the single palm he had raised was steadily supporting the edge of the black demonic tower, preventing it from fully descending.
“How is that possible?”
Everyone stared, dumbfounded.
No one had imagined that Lu Qing could stop a demonic tower the size of a small mountain with just one palm.
The scene was like watching an ant flip over a dragon—so shocking it left them reeling.
“This is impossible!”
The one who could least accept it was, of course, Mo Tushan.
His face twisted with disbelief. He simply could not believe his strongest strike had been caught barehanded by Lu Qing.
No matter how he urged the tower’s might, he couldn’t press it down even a fraction more.
Lu Qing’s arm was like a pillar holding up the heavens—utterly unmoving.
“As expected. A treasure you haven’t fully refined is still a bit lacking.”
Power of Divine Ability surged within Lu Qing, layering onto his body and granting him boundless strength.
He put away the Qingmang Sword.
All these years, he had never found the time to fully refine this Superior-grade spiritual sword and take complete control of it.
The might he could draw out truly wasn’t enough to cut down Mo Tushan, whose Demonic Body was terrifyingly strong.
Since that’s the case…
Lu Qing lifted his hand, shifting the black demonic tower above his head slightly aside, and met Mo Tushan’s gaze.
“I almost forgot—you chose the Flesh-Body Trial. Looks like that Demonic Body of yours is your greatest reliance, huh?”
“Arrogant vermin!”
Mo Tushan stared at Lu Qing’s calm eyes, and for some reason, a chill crawled up from the bottom of his heart.
But he quickly crushed that chill—and his fury flared even hotter.
He was a dignified eight-tribulation Nascent Soul at perfection, and the most outstanding disciple of his generation in the Black-and-White Temple. How could he possibly show fear before some lowly nobody?
At once, he raised the demonic tower again and slammed it down at Lu Qing with brutal force.
He refused to believe this kid could withstand his bombardment forever!
However, this time the demonic tower fell only halfway before it suddenly froze in place, unable to move at all.
The reason was simple: two fingers had pinched the black demonic tower.
And those two fingers alone were already thicker than Mo Tushan’s entire arm.
Mo Tushan’s body went rigid. His eyes bulged as he stared forward, his eyelids twitching as if he had seen something incomparably terrifying.
A figure far larger than him had appeared at some unknown moment, standing right before him.
With two fingers, it lightly pinched the demonic tower in Mo Tushan’s hand as if it were a toy.
“You look very confident in your Demonic Body.” Lu Qing’s voice boomed like rolling heavenly thunder, as though it descended from the skies. “Then I’ll send you off using the strength you’re most proud of.”
As he spoke, Mo Tushan felt an utterly irresistible force surge in, wrenching the demonic tower from his grasp.
Then a shadow enveloped him.
He looked up and saw a palm tens of times larger than his body crushing down from above.
“No!”
An overwhelming sense of mortal danger wrapped around Mo Tushan’s heart.
Terror filled his face. Under that fatal threat, demonic qi erupted frantically as he tried to retreat.
But the instant the giant palm fell, the surrounding space was already suppressed as well.
Mo Tushan couldn’t move even the slightest bit—exactly like what he had just tried to do to Lu Qing.
He could only watch in despair as Lu Qing’s palm ground down onto the top of his head.
Boom!
With a single palm strike, Mo Tushan’s mountain-sized body—so tough that even ordinary spiritual artifacts could hardly shake it—
Was as fragile as an eggshell before Lu Qing.
It was smashed flat by boundless force in one blow!
Rumble!
An even more terrifying might erupted than before, sweeping in all directions.
Even the protective techniques on Yu Jian and the others shuddered violently, as if they might collapse in the next instant.
Apocalyptic power, like the end of the world itself, raged across the entire seventh-stage space.
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