Chapter 760

I Can See Through Everything – Chapter 760

Chapter 760: Begging for Mercy and Torture, Dao Heart Near Collapse

Terrifying power raged through the seventh level of the Flesh-Body Passage.

Yu Jian and the others had already retreated into a corner of the space. They desperately drove their mana to keep their crumbling protective techniques from collapsing.

But compared to that, what truly shook them was what had just happened up ahead.

All of them forced their eyes open and stared forward, locked onto that towering figure—an immense body a full hundred zhang tall.

“What… what kind of monster is that?”

At this moment, Yu Jian and the others had no thoughts left. They could only gape at the scene.

Just a moment ago, when Mo Tushan tried to attack again, they watched with their own eyes as Lu Qing’s figure vanished from where it stood.

In its place appeared a sky-propping giant, more than ten times taller than Mo Tushan.

Then the giant brought a palm down, and in an instant, Mo Tushan was flattened.

That overwhelmingly shocking sight left them all stunned.

They couldn’t imagine what kind of existence Lu Qing truly was—how he could transform into such a terrifying giant.

“This looks like the True Witch Body of the ancient Wu Clan. How can Ah Qing use it?”

Inside the Immortal Palace, Old Canglong and the other two stared at the scene on the light screen, equally shaken.

Because they had checked his bloodline with the Mirror of Still Mind, they were absolutely certain Lu Qing was a pure human.

So why could he now display the witch body that, according to legend, only the ancient Wu Clan could wield?

And from the aura Lu Qing was giving off, he had clearly cultivated it to an extremely high level—one that even surpassed his sword dao attainments.

For a time, the three great exotic beasts were all uncertain and alarmed.

Boom!

Under everyone’s blank gaze, Lu Qing slowly lifted his palm.

Beneath it, a smear of pulp wrapped in demonic qi was pressed tightly against the ground.

As Lu Qing’s hand rose, that smear began to twist and struggle again. Demonic qi gathered nonstop, trying to re-form a body.

At the same time, a violent divine soul fluctuation surged out:

“Impossible! You can’t have that kind of power! I don’t believe it!”

It had to be said—the vitality of a perfected eight-tribulation Nascent Soul was astonishing. Even after being shattered, it still hadn’t perished immediately.

Clearly, Mo Tushan was not fully dead yet, still trying to make a last struggle.

But how could Lu Qing give him that chance?

His palm had only lifted a little when it came crashing down again.

Boom!

The body that had just barely taken shape was smashed back into pulp.

The gathered demonic qi scattered once more, dimming noticeably, and its aura dropped by a huge margin.

That single strike made Mo Tushan’s essence dissipate by another large portion.

Lu Qing didn’t pause. He lifted his hand again and slammed down once more.

Like that, with palm after palm grinding down, Mo Tushan’s life force grew weaker and weaker.

After seven strikes, it was feeble like a candle in the wind—almost impossible to sense.

That smear on the ground was pressed tight, without the slightest movement.

Lu Qing finally stopped. He withdrew the True Witch Body and returned to his original physique.

He flicked his hand, gaining a clearer understanding of his current strength.

Ever since stepping into the five-tribulation realm, his True Witch Body had reached the minor success stage.

The witch body he could manifest had, in truth, already reached a size of a thousand zhang.

But the space of the seventh level was limited, so he restrained part of its might, keeping it at around a hundred zhang.

Even so, Mo Tushan—who possessed perfected eight-tribulation Nascent Soul cultivation and controlled a superior-grade demonic artifact—still couldn’t withstand a single palm from him.

Lu Qing understood then that he had been underestimating himself.

Now, an eight-tribulation Nascent Soul was no longer his opponent. As for Nascent Soul Nine Tribulations… he would only know after truly fighting one.

He walked up to Mo Tushan’s pulp-like remains and sensed that faint thread of life. His expression was indifferent.

If he wanted, it would take at most three palms to kill Mo Tushan completely.

The reason he spent extra effort, slowly wearing away his essence, was only to let Mo Tushan feel what despair truly meant.

Even now, leaving him that last sliver of vitality was because Lu Qing didn’t want him to die so quickly.

“Demon whelp, why aren’t you yelling anymore?”

Lu Qing flicked out a wisp of transparent flame, letting it fall onto the mangled remains.

The terrifying heat of Nanming Bright Fire made it tremble violently.

A feeble divine soul fluctuation, carrying raw fear, came out:

“You… what are you, exactly?!”

“Nothing more than a five-tribulation Nascent Soul you looked down on and treated like an ant,” Lu Qing said calmly.

Mo Tushan fell silent.

At this point, he understood completely: from start to finish, Lu Qing had been playing weak to lure him in.

And he himself was the real fool.

“Can you not kill me? I can pay any price. Techniques, treasures—whatever you want, I’ll find a way to get it for you!” Mo Tushan pleaded.

Lu Qing smiled. “Do you know why I left you a thread of life instead of killing you outright?”

Mo Tushan shuddered. He had thought Lu Qing spared him to negotiate, and a tiny hope had sparked in his heart.

But hearing Lu Qing’s words now, he instinctively felt something was wrong. A chilling dread rose from the depths of his soul.

Before he could say anything, a surge of divine ability descended, enveloping him. His already-weak divine soul was torn out and trapped within an illusory space in Lu Qing’s palm.

Endless illusions began to bloom from within Mo Tushan’s own spirit.

At the same time, Lu Qing’s voice sounded again.

“Of course it’s because you haven’t received real punishment yet. Demon whelp—enjoy it. Enjoy how the countless lives you slaughtered come to take revenge on you.”

Boundless terror flooded Mo Tushan’s heart. He screamed in panic.

“No! Don’t! Spare me—”

The sound cut off abruptly, but everyone could hear the fear in those final words.

They looked at the ground—at that lifeless smear of remains—and then at the illusory space in Lu Qing’s hand.

Inside it, Mo Tushan’s divine soul sank deeper and deeper, his face twisted, occasionally letting out wretched screams as he endured endless torment.

A coldness rose from everyone’s hearts and crawled up their backs.

A perfected eight-tribulation Nascent Soul expert, a direct true disciple of the Black-and-White Temple, had been destroyed like this—body ruined, divine soul pulled out and tormented.

At this moment, in everyone’s eyes, Lu Qing had become an existence of pure dread.

Hei Ming and Tao Fairy in particular looked at Lu Qing with open fear.

From his earlier behavior, he seemed to stand with the righteous side.

If he turned his attention to them, they had no confidence at all that they could withstand it.

There was no helping it—Lu Qing’s enormous, god-and-demon-like form just now, and the boundless might he raised with a casual gesture, were simply too terrifying.

Hei Ming and Tao Fairy even felt that if a true Nascent Soul Nine Tribulations expert came, they still might not be Lu Qing’s match.

Fortunately, Lu Qing did not pay them any mind. He stored that illusory space into the Li Huo Cauldron.

Then he collected Mo Tushan’s storage artifact, burned away the body, and also picked up the black demonic tower.

Although the artifact spirit of the Black Demonic Tower was still there, Lu Qing’s displayed strength had frightened it completely.

From beginning to end, it didn’t dare resist at all, obediently allowing itself to be stuffed into the storage artifact.

After finishing all this, Lu Qing walked to the several teleportation formations.

It had to be said: this trial passage truly lived up to being created by a Daoist of Transcendence.

Even after such a fierce battle, it showed not the slightest damage.

Even the seven teleportation formations on the ground had suffered no harm at all.

Lu Qing nodded toward Yu Jian and the other in greeting, then stepped into the teleportation formation leading to the Sword Dao passage.

With a flash of light, Lu Qing’s figure vanished within the formation.

“Hah…”

Seeing Lu Qing leave, the four people still on the seventh level of the Flesh-Body Passage all let out a breath at the same time.

Then they all froze, exchanged looks, and gave bitter smiles.

“Brother Yu Jian, who exactly is that? Even Mo Tushan fell so easily at his hands. Don’t tell me he’s some peerless genius your Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect secretly raised?” Hei Ming couldn’t help asking.

Tao Fairy and Qing Xi also looked at Yu Jian.

They hadn’t forgotten that the sword qi Lu Qing displayed earlier resembled the sect’s secret sword intent to an extreme degree.

If someone said Lu Qing had no connection to the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect, they wouldn’t believe it even if beaten.

But facing their questions, Yu Jian’s expression didn’t change. “That’s not something you need to pry into. Junior Sister Qing Xi, let’s go.”

With that, he also headed toward the teleportation formation leading to the Sword Dao passage.

Qing Xi hurried after him.

Originally, she had wanted to settle accounts with Tao Fairy.

But for some reason, after witnessing the battle between Lu Qing and Mo Tushan, she now felt listless. For a time, she couldn’t summon any desire to fight at all.

With another flash of light, Yu Jian and Qing Xi also disappeared into the teleportation formation.

“Senior Brother Hei Ming, what should we do now?” Tao Fairy asked.

“What can we do? Go back to our own passages and keep clearing the trial. Are we supposed to follow them?” Hei Ming said with a wry smile.

Tao Fairy immediately shook her head again and again.

After seeing how terrifying Lu Qing was, how could she dare approach such a ruthless figure?

Just thinking of the scene where Lu Qing became a hundred-zhang giant and slapped Mo Tushan flat made her heart tremble uncontrollably.

The techniques of the Enchantress Pavilion were mysterious. They could be used silently to charm all living beings and make them submit beneath her feet.

But in the face of someone like Lu Qing, she didn’t even dare release the slightest trace of alluring aura.

She was afraid that a single burst of anger from him would crush her as well.

This wasn’t a guess—it was instinct.

Born with a divine soul stronger than ordinary people, Tao Fairy trusted her instincts deeply.

And it was precisely because of this inborn, wondrous intuition that she could climb from a small outer disciple of the Enchantress Pavilion step by step, becoming the current true disciple senior sister.

So she absolutely did not want to get close to that terrifying man again.

“To think Mo Tushan died just like that. With this, the Black-and-White Temple is going to be thrown into chaos.”

After his mood steadied a bit, Hei Ming began to feel a touch of schadenfreude.

Although Netherworld Palace and the Black-and-White Temple were both on the demonic side, they didn’t get along.

And Hei Ming had no real relationship with Mo Tushan anyway.

Mo Tushan’s body had already been completely destroyed, and his divine soul had been captured. With the ruthlessness Lu Qing had shown, there was no way he would survive in the end.

A top young-generation disciple dying inexplicably, with shape and soul extinguished—

Hei Ming didn’t even need to think to know the Black-and-White Temple would rage.

After all, even if Mo Tushan had some contingency plan and could resurrect in the end…

He would still have to start from scratch. His peerless cultivation—honed over many years and supported by who knew how many resources—would all be washed away.

Add to that the loss of all those treasures, and it was an enormous blow to the Black-and-White Temple.

With the temperament of those lunatics, who knew what they would do?

But Hei Ming did know one thing: this time, there would be quite a show to watch.

“Senior Brother Hei Ming, this concubine still feels uneasy. Why don’t I return with you to the laws passage and rest there for a while?” Tao Fairy suddenly said in a soft, sweet voice.

“No need,” Hei Ming refused. “I happened to gain some insight into the trial of the seventh level in the laws passage earlier. Going back now, I can press on in one burst and see if I can clear it. I won’t be able to look after you.”

If this had happened earlier, Hei Ming wouldn’t have rejected a breathtaking beauty throwing herself at him.

But after seeing Lu Qing’s strength, he had no such thoughts for now.

He had never imagined a Nascent Soul could be so powerful.

Lu Qing’s existence made a fierce sense of insecurity rise in him.

Even the few secluded Nascent Soul Nine Tribulations experts in his sect, who devoted themselves to bitter cultivation, had never made him feel such a terrifying threat.

Right now, he only wanted to clear the trial quickly and enter the Immortal Palace.

If he could obtain the opportunities within it, perhaps then he would have the capital to contend with Lu Qing.

Ignoring Tao Fairy’s resentful gaze, Hei Ming stepped onto the teleportation formation leading to the laws passage and left swiftly.

“So, men really aren’t a single one of them worth trusting.”

When she saw Hei Ming truly leave, Tao Fairy’s resentful gaze turned cold.

She thought for a moment, her expression shifting, and in the end, she stepped onto another teleportation formation.

With a flash of light, Tao Fairy’s figure also disappeared.

The seventh level of the Flesh-Body Passage returned to its usual calm.

But inside the Immortal Palace, Old Canglong and the others who had been watching the whole time were far from calm.

“He really won… A perfected eight-tribulation Nascent Soul cultivator, and one who controlled a superior-grade demonic artifact, was actually killed by Ah Qing that easily?” Old Canglong murmured.

In the eyes of Black Savage Bull and Ming Feng, shock was equally clear.

At this moment, even though these three great exotic beasts possessed Dao-Integration realm cultivation, they were still deeply stunned by the strength Lu Qing had displayed.

Unlike Yu Jian and the others at the Nascent Soul Realm, the three of them knew that Lu Qing’s current cultivation truly was only a five-tribulation Nascent Soul.

With a five-tribulation Nascent Soul body, reversing the odds to kill an eight-tribulation Nascent Soul—

And not just any eight-tribulation Nascent Soul, but a heaven-chosen genius from a major power—

Even in the ancient era, they had never seen anything like it.

How could they not be utterly shocked?

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