I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1238 - 759_2

In this instant, Mo Tushan underwent a transformation, swelling into a titan exceeding ten feet in height.

Despite the gruesome gashes marring his form, his vigorous life energy worked rapidly to mend the flesh.

He gripped a colossal black demon tower in his right hand, which was wreathed in thick dark vapors that coiled like obsidian dragons, enhancing his intimidating aura.

Periodically, the demonic mist shaped itself into humanoid skeletons, casting a sinister shadow over his brutal appearance.

"Boy, you have pushed me to the edge of my patience, forcing me to reveal this technique. Unless I consume you while you still breathe, the malice in my soul will never be settled!"

With eyes full of venom, Mo Tushan glared at Lu Qing.

His Black Demon Body was not a form he could assume lightly; each activation drained a massive quantity of vengeful soul essence blood that he had spent years painstakingly gathering.

That vast reservoir of essence blood was originally intended to fuel his advancement to the Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit.

Because Lu Qing had compelled him to exhaust it prematurely, his path to breakthrough was now severely hindered, fueling Mo Tushan's deep-seated fury.

Ending his tirade, he lunged forward, swinging the massive, nine-layered black demon tower to crush Lu Qing beneath its weight.

The sheer force of the blow was unmatched, causing the very space within the ninth barrier to tremble and ripple, nearly reaching the peak power level of a Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit expert.

A suffocating pressure intended to lock the space descended upon Lu Qing, attempting to paralyze him where he stood.

"This is bad! Everyone, defend yourselves immediately!"

Witnessing the devastation within Mo Tushan’s assault, Yu Jian and his companions turned pale with fright.

Even though they were positioned at the periphery of the area, they scrambled to activate their defensive Taoist skills and protective treasures.

They knew that if they didn't, the shockwaves from the impact of Mo Tushan’s strike could cause them significant harm.

"Can our friend actually survive this?"

While huddling behind their barriers, they kept their eyes glued to the center of the conflict.

The technique Mo Tushan unleashed possessed an immense sealing property that severely limited Lu Qing’s mobility.

Furthermore, the attack covered such a wide area that evasion was virtually impossible; he was forced to meet it head-on.

Such a monstrous blow was something even they would not feel confident surviving.

While Lu Qing was a master of the sword with peerless offensive capabilities, they doubted whether his defensive power was equally formidable.

Consequently, no one was certain he would emerge from this strike alive.

"Get ready to intervene and save him!"

Inside the Immortal Palace, even the Old Azure Dragons felt their hearts race with anxiety.

The power of laws began to churn within them, prepared to pull Lu Qing from the brink of death at a moment's notice.

Though the situation seemed drawn out, these events unfolded in the blink of an eye.

From the moment Mo Tushan’s fury fueled his giant transformation to the descent of the black demon tower upon Lu Qing.

From the spectators raising their shields to the Old Azure Dragons bracing for a rescue.

It all happened within the span of a single breath.

Under the collective gaze of everyone present, the massive black demon tower plunged toward Lu Qing like a falling star.

Then, a sight they would never forget unfolded before them.

Lu Qing, showing no sign of panic as the black demon tower came crashing down, simply reached out with one hand and pushed upward.

In the following second, the shadow of the demonic monument swallowed him whole.

Boom!

A violent explosion of energy, strong enough to pulverize a standard Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator, rippled across the entire seventh barrier.

The resulting distortions in space served as a testament to the strike's lethal power.

Had Yu Jian and the others not been Eighth Tribulation Primordial Spirit masters who had already reinforced their defenses.

The mere aftershocks of the collision would likely have left them badly wounded.

"The full might of Mo Tushan is truly terrifying!"

Fear gripped the hearts of Yu Jian and his peers.

They realized that if they were the ones facing Mo Tushan in this state, they would have had no choice but to flee.

Only because the passage was constructed by a Transformation Immortal did it remain intact under such overwhelming force.

"Is the boy finished?"

As the turbulent energy began to settle, that was the question on everyone's mind.

When they looked toward the center of the clearing, their eyes widened in shock.

Mo Tushan was still there, straining as he pressed down with the black demon tower.

But Lu Qing had not been flattened into a pulp beneath it.

Instead, he remained standing, completely unharmed.

He had stopped the descent of the tower simply by bracing his palm against its base, holding the massive weight at bay.

"How can this be happening?"

The crowd watched the scene in stunned silence.

It was beyond their imagination that Lu Qing could support a mountain-like demon tower with a single hand.

The sight was as jarring as an ant stopping a dragon in its tracks, leaving them breathless.

"Impossible!"

Mo Tushan was the most shaken of all.

Disbelief twisted his features; he could not grasp how his ultimate attack had been caught so casually by Lu Qing.

No matter how much Qi he poured into the tower to increase its weight, it would not budge an inch lower.

His rival’s arm was as immovable as a pillar holding up the heavens!

"As expected, a treasure that hasn't been fully refined is ultimately lacking."

Divine energy surged through Lu Qing’s veins, granting him immense strength.

He chose to put away the Green Mist Sword he had been holding.

Over the years, he hadn't found the time to perfectly master and refine this high-grade spirit sword.

The offense it provided wasn't quite enough to pierce through Mo Tushan’s reinforced demon body.

If that was the case...

Lu Qing shifted the black demon tower slightly and locked eyes with Mo Tushan.

"I nearly forgot, since you chose the physical body trial, your demon body must be your greatest source of pride."

"You arrogant brat!"

Looking into Lu Qing’s indifferent eyes, Mo Tushan felt a sudden, inexplicable shiver run down his spine.

He quickly suppressed the fear, his anger flaring up once more.

As a peak Eighth Tribulation Primordial Spirit expert and the top genius of the Black and White Temple, he refused to be cowed by an unknown youth.

He heaved the demon tower up again and slammed it down toward Lu Qing with even more ferocity.

He was convinced that the boy couldn't possibly keep up this defense forever!

However, the tower stopped mid-air this time, frozen and unable to descend further.

The cause was simple: two fingers had clamped onto the edge of the black demon tower.

Yet those two fingers were now larger and thicker than Mo Tushan’s entire torso.

Mo Tushan froze, his eyes bulging as he stared ahead, his face twitching as if he were looking at a nightmare.

A figure far more massive than himself had appeared before him at some point.

It held his tower between two fingers as if it were a mere plaything.

"Clearly, you have great faith in your demon body," Lu Qing’s voice boomed like rolling thunder from above. "In that case, I shall end you using the very strength you value most."

In that moment, Mo Tushan felt an irresistible force rip the tower from his grasp.

Immediately after, he found himself swallowed by a gargantuan shadow.

Glancing up, he saw a palm—many times larger than his own transformed body—descending from the sky.

"No!"

The cold shadow of death gripped Mo Tushan’s heart.

Terror washed over him as his demonic Qi flared wildly in a desperate attempt to escape.

But as the giant hand came down, it locked the surrounding space tight.

He was trapped and immobile, suffering the exact same fate he had tried to impose on Lu Qing.

Mo Tushan could only watch in despair as Lu Qing’s massive palm came crashing down upon him.

Boom!

With a single, devastating strike,