Chapter 766
I Can See Through Everything – Chapter 766
Chapter 766: Stationed at the Exit, Slaughter Them All
A streak of sword light flashed past, cleaving apart the black dharma palm and that Black-and-White Temple disciple. His life extinguished, his Dao erased.
With that sword light Lu Qing unleashed, the entire enormous plaza fell into a deathly silence.
Almost everyone stared at the scene in shock.
A Black-and-White Temple disciple at six-tribulation Nascent Soul perfection had been completely slain in a single move, without the slightest room to resist.
Only the few Nascent Soul experts who had witnessed his thunderous methods in the Sword Dao passage were not overly shaken.
Even so, they were equally stunned by Lu Qing’s sheer audacity.
After all, there were more than a dozen Black-and-White Temple disciples here. The strongest among them had even reached seven-tribulation Nascent Soul perfection.
Killing someone so openly—was he declaring war on the Black-and-White Temple in public?
“Senior Brother Jing!” “Junior Brother Jing!”
Seeing their junior brother cut down by a single sword, his aura gone, the remaining Black-and-White Temple disciples all cried out.
But the moment the words left their mouths, the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
They looked up—and their vision was already flooded by a sheet of white light.
In the next instant, amid razor-sharp sword qi, a chorus of screams erupted.
When the sword qi dispersed, a horrific sight appeared before everyone.
Where the Black-and-White Temple disciples had been standing, not a single person remained upright. The ground was littered with severed limbs and mangled bodies—too gruesome to look at.
Except for one person who still retained a thread of breath, every other Black-and-White Temple disciple had died, their aura completely gone.
Whether six-tribulation or seven-tribulation Nascent Soul, none of them could withstand Lu Qing’s terrifying sword qi for even a single breath.
Everyone gaped at the scene, dumbstruck.
A chill that pierced the marrow rose from the depths of their souls and swept through their entire bodies.
Those had been more than a dozen notorious, highly cultivated true disciples of the Black-and-White Temple!
The one with the highest realm could be counted among the strongest figures present.
Yet even so, they had still fallen to that horrifying sword qi just now.
This five-tribulation kid… he actually possessed such dreadful power?
Had everything before been nothing but playing the pig to eat the tiger—deliberately showing weakness to deceive everyone?
All eyes turned to Lu Qing, filled with fear.
Tap, tap…
In the dead silence, Lu Qing walked forward and stopped in front of the lone seven-tribulation Nascent Soul Black-and-White Temple disciple who still had a sliver of life left.
He glanced at the shattered inner armor exposed beneath the torn black-and-white Dao robe and raised an eyebrow.
“A peak mid-grade spirit artifact inner armor? You’re pretty lucky.”
“You… who are you, to dare lay hands on us? Aren’t you afraid Senior Brother Mo Tushan will come out and hunt you down for thousands of miles?”
The seven-tribulation Black-and-White Temple disciple, barely clinging to life, spoke with difficulty.
In his eyes were both confusion and terror.
Confusion—because he couldn’t understand why Lu Qing would be so bold as to massacre them.
Terror—because the other party had such frightening strength, yet had been acting weak all along.
What kind of forbearance was this? What kind of gloomy, calculating mind?
When had the Black-and-White Temple ever provoked an enemy this terrifying?
“Mo Tushan, huh. Don’t worry—before long, he’ll be going to keep you company.”
Lu Qing flicked a wisp of sword qi, which landed on the disciple’s brow.
With Lu Qing’s current realm, his strength had long since surpassed that of Daoist ‘Heaven-Shatterer’ from a hundred thousand years ago by who knows how much.
His Heaven-Shattering Sword Qi had been deduced and mastered to the absolute extreme, and on top of that he had fused in sword Dao inheritances like the Seven-Star Sword Formation and the Guixu Free-and-Easy Sword Technique.
It could be said that Lu Qing’s sword Dao cultivation had already reached a pinnacle beyond peaks.
Among Nascent Soul experts, he was practically without rivals.
The sword qi he released was terrifying beyond compare. Even Mo Tushan as he had been in the Flesh-Body Passage would now find it difficult to block even a single sword from him.
And that was only because Lu Qing had not used much strength just now. Otherwise, this group of Black-and-White Temple disciples wouldn’t even have been able to leave corpses behind.
The sword qi pierced into his brow, and the seven-tribulation disciple’s body trembled violently.
His gaze dimmed. His Nascent Soul was completely severed and annihilated, and the last thread of vitality began to dissipate. Body and Dao both perished.
Lu Qing’s expression did not change. He collected the storage treasures from each dead Black-and-White Temple disciple one by one.
Then he scattered a sheet of transparent Nanming Bright Fire, burning all the corpses to ash.
He knew that with the Black-and-White Temple’s foundation, these Nascent Soul disciples likely had contingencies for revival.
But he did not care.
Although revival methods were wondrous, they were not without limits.
If nothing else, reviving a cultivator consumed an enormous amount of resources.
And the deeper the target’s cultivation had been in life, the more terrifying the resources required.
Lu Qing believed that even with the Black-and-White Temple’s deep reserves, reviving so many disciples above Nascent Soul five-tribulation would not be easy.
The resources spent would likely make them ache for quite a while.
Besides, he could take this chance to see how this evil path power that shook the starry skies would react.
The other experts watched Lu Qing smoothly kill, loot, and destroy the evidence, yet not a single person dared to say a word.
He’d butchered Black-and-White Temple people like slaughtering chickens—who would dare provoke a ruthless man like that?
After cremating all the Black-and-White Temple disciples, Lu Qing swept his gaze around.
Wherever his eyes passed, everyone instinctively backed away, not daring to meet his stare.
In the end, Lu Qing’s gaze settled on a Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect disciple.
“Fellow Daoist, I have a few matters I’d like to ask. Would that be alright?”
That Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect disciple stiffened slightly, not expecting Lu Qing to address him out of nowhere.
But as a disciple of a top-tier sect, he still maintained his composure. He cupped his hands in greeting and said, “I wouldn’t dare call it instruction. What would you like to ask, Your Excellency?”
“Fellow Daoist needn’t be nervous. I’ve met your sect’s Yu Jian a few times.” Lu Qing smiled faintly. “What I want to ask is—do you know where the Black-and-White Temple’s other people are?”
Lu Qing remembered that the Black-and-White Temple disciples who entered the secret realm were not limited to these dozen or so.
He just didn’t know whether the remaining disciples were still in the trial passages or elsewhere.
Hearing that, the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect disciple paused in surprise, but he still answered honestly. “I’m not sure. However, after we came out, we didn’t see any other Black-and-White Temple disciples leave from here. I’d guess they’re still in the passages trying to clear the trials.”
As for everyone else, upon hearing Lu Qing’s question, their eyes widened.
Could it be that after slaughtering these dozen Black-and-White Temple disciples, he still wasn’t satisfied—and meant to kill the rest as well?
“So that’s how it is. Many thanks, Fellow Daoist.”
After expressing his thanks, Lu Qing fell into thought.
He was considering whether to wait here for them to come out, or pick a trial passage at random and go in to hunt down those Black-and-White Temple disciples.
After pondering for more than ten breaths, Lu Qing ultimately chose to wait outside.
After all, if he entered a trial passage at random, setting aside whether he could even run into those Black-and-White Temple disciples…
What if, while he was clearing the trial, the Black-and-White Temple disciples from the other passages came out, heard what had happened, and immediately fled?
Lu Qing did not want to let a single Black-and-White Temple disciple go, so he decided to wait outside.
Though it would take more time, it would ensure he could kill every Black-and-White Temple disciple inside the passages.
Once he had made his decision, Lu Qing found a spot outside the plaza and sat down cross-legged.
To prevent others from disturbing him, he casually set up a simple formation as a warning.
Seeing him sit down, every other expert’s heart jolted.
How could they not understand what Lu Qing’s action meant?
He was going to wait here for the Black-and-White Temple’s remaining disciples to come out—then kill them.
But inside the trial passages, there was still Mo Tushan, an eight-tribulation Nascent Soul at perfection.
Could it be that this mysterious five-tribulation cultivator in front of them intended to clash head-on with Mo Tushan?
Thinking of that, the crowd was stunned—and yet couldn’t help feeling excited.
Mo Tushan’s strength was beyond doubt. As one of the few eight-tribulation Nascent Soul cultivators who entered the Gui Xu Secret Realm this time, he was overwhelmingly domineering. Even facing a joint force of the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect and the Kongming Sect, he had shown not the slightest fear.
When he came out and discovered that someone had dared to slaughter the Black-and-White Temple’s people, he would certainly explode with rage.
And this mysterious five-tribulation cultivator was likewise frighteningly powerful.
With sword qi alone, he had wiped out more than a dozen Black-and-White Temple true disciples with almost no resistance. His depth was unfathomable, and no one could see through him.
If these two great powerhouses clashed, just imagining it made everyone inexplicably thrilled.
The experts waiting outside the passages did not know that Mo Tushan’s physical body had already been slain by Lu Qing inside.
Even his Nascent Soul had been extracted—still sinking in the illusory space to this very moment.
After all, that battle between Lu Qing and Mo Tushan had only been known to Yu Jian and Hei Ming and the others.
Those few were still inside the trial passages striving to clear the trials. And within the passages, communication treasures could not be used to pass messages.
So no one outside knew that Mo Tushan had already been defeated by Lu Qing.
“Ah Qing really does have a heavy killing intent.”
Within the Guixu Immortal Palace, Black Savage Bull nodded slightly, praising him.
In fact, from Lu Qing’s performance back in the Sword Dao passage, it had already seen that Lu Qing was the decisive type—one who killed without hesitation.
Now, seeing him kill more than a dozen Nascent Soul experts without changing expression, and then sit at the exit, determined to slaughter the Black-and-White Temple to the last… Black Savage Bull admired him even more.
Back in ancient times, its master and his disciples had been too softhearted, and that was what ultimately brewed catastrophe.
Now, seeing that the last disciple they had accepted on behalf of their master was decisive, and utterly ruthless when it was time to kill…
How could it not feel delighted?
On the other side, Ming Feng watched Lu Qing on the light screen. Though her face remained expressionless, deep in her eyes she could not help revealing a trace of approval.
Just as Old Canglong had thought, among the three of them, Ming Feng was actually the one with the heaviest killing intent.
So after seeing Lu Qing’s methods, she felt more and more that Lu Qing’s temperament suited her tastes.
It was just that she had only recently finished arguing with that bull and didn’t want to give it a good face, so she kept a cold expression the whole time.
Time passed. In the blink of an eye, several days went by.
Lu Qing remained seated cross-legged on the plaza outside the exits of the eight great trial passages.
As a result, the entire plaza was steeped in silence.
Many experts from all factions stared toward the eight spatial vortexes, tense and expectant.
During this time, a few experts were eliminated from the passages and emerged, but none of them were disciples of the Black-and-White Temple.
The moment those experts appeared, they were called away by members of their own factions.
After learning what had happened outside, they were shocked—and then joined the waiting as well.
At last, on the fifth day, yet another expert was eliminated by a trial passage and teleported to the front of a spatial vortex.
And the robes that expert wore were precisely those of the Black-and-White Temple!
At the sight of that Black-and-White Temple disciple, everyone’s breathing tightened.
But before they could even turn their heads, they already felt the hairs on their bodies stand straight up.
A streak of sword light had already flashed, slicing across the Black-and-White Temple disciple’s neck.
That disciple’s body went rigid. A thin line of blood surfaced at his throat.
A head slowly fell from his body.
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