I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1239 - 760

A terrifying power surged violently through the seventh level of the Physical Body Path.

Yu Jian and his companions had already retreated to the furthest corner of the area. They were desperately circulating their Mana, struggling to maintain a fragile Protective Technique against the pressure.

However, their shock regarding the defensive barrier paled in comparison to the sight unfolding before them.

They strained their eyes, staring fixedly at the center of the room where a majestic, towering figure stood over a hundred feet in height.

"What kind of monster is that?"

At this moment, Yu Jian and the others were devoid of any other thoughts, their eyes wide with disbelief at the spectacle.

Just moments ago, as Mo Tushan prepared another assault, they had witnessed Lu Qing’s form vanish from its original position.

In his place, a colossus more than ten times the size of Mo Tushan appeared.

The giant then delivered a crushing palm strike, flattening Mo Tushan in an instant.

The sheer impact of the scene left them completely paralyzed with shock.

They were unable to fathom what Lu Qing truly was, or how he possessed the ability to transform into such a fearsome giant.

"That looks like the True Witch Body of the Ancient Witch Clan. How is Ah Qing able to manifest it?"

Inside the Immortal Palace, the three Old Cyan Dragons were equally stunned as they watched the events unfold on the screen.

Because they had previously utilized the Calming Mirror to verify his bloodline, they were certain that Lu Qing was of pure Human Race descent.

So why was he now capable of displaying the Witch Body, a transformation unique to the legendary Ancient Witch Clan?

Furthermore, the aura Lu Qing was currently radiating suggested he had reached an incredibly profound realm, one that perhaps even eclipsed his Sword Dao Cultivation.

Confusion and suspicion filled the minds of the three Mutant Beasts.

Boom!

Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, Lu Qing slowly lifted his palm.

Beneath his hand lay a mangled heap of flesh, saturated with Demonic Qi and plastered firmly against the floor.

As Lu Qing's hand rose, that mass of meat began to writhe and struggle once more. Demonic Qi surged toward it, attempting to reconstruct the Physical Body.

Simultaneously, a powerful ripple of the Primordial Spirit echoed out: "Impossible! You couldn't possibly possess such strength! I don't believe it!"

It had to be noted that the life force of an Eight Tribulation Primordial Spirit was exceptionally robust; even when torn to shreds, it did not perish immediately.

Clearly, Mo Tushan was not yet dead and was still attempting a futile struggle for survival.

But Lu Qing had no intention of granting him such a chance.

As soon as his palm had risen slightly, he slammed it down again with overwhelming force.

Boom!

Mo Tushan’s partially reconstructed Physical Body was once again reduced to a bloody paste.

The gathered Demonic Qi shattered again, turning much darker as his aura plummeted significantly.

This single strike had caused a massive portion of Mo Tushan’s essence to dissipate forever.

Indifferent, Lu Qing raised his hand and struck yet again.

In this manner, with every palm strike Lu Qing delivered, Mo Tushan’s life force grew increasingly faint.

After seven strikes, his flame of life was as fragile as a candle flickering in a gale, nearly impossible to detect.

The mess of flesh stuck to the ground finally stopped moving.

Lu Qing ceased his assault and retracted the True Witch Body, returning to his original Physical Body.

He flexed his hand, gaining a clearer understanding of his current capabilities.

Since he had entered the Five Tribulations realm, his True Witch Body had reached the level of small success.

In truth, his manifested Witch Body could reach a size of a thousand feet.

It was only the confined space of the seventh level that had forced him to restrain its power, keeping it at a mere hundred feet.

Yet even under such restraint, Mo Tushan—despite his Eight Tribulations Perfection Cultivation and his superior Demon Treasure—could not endure even a single palm strike.

Lu Qing realized he had slightly underestimated his own prowess before this.

An Eight Tribulation Primordial Spirit was no longer a threat to him; as for the Nine Tribulations, he would need a real battle to be certain of the outcome.

Approaching the meat paste that used to be Mo Tushan, Lu Qing sensed the lingering, weak life aura with an expression of cold indifference.

In reality, had he wished for it, three palms would have been more than enough to end Mo Tushan’s life entirely.

The reason he had exerted extra effort to slowly grind away his essence was simply to ensure Mo Tushan experienced the true meaning of despair.

He had left a sliver of life remaining only because he didn't want Mo Tushan to die quite yet.

"Demon Child, why have you stopped screaming?"

Lu Qing flicked a small spark of transparent flame onto the heap of meat.

The intense heat of the Nanming Leaving Fire made the mass of flesh convulse.

A weak ripple of the Primordial Spirit, saturated with terror, drifted out: "You... what kind of monster are you?!"

"Merely a Five Tribulation Primordial Spirit that you dismissed as an ant," Lu Qing replied tonelessly.

Mo Tushan fell into a stunned silence.

At that moment, he realized the truth: from the very beginning, Lu Qing had been playing the pig to eat the tiger.

He was the only fool in the room.

"Is it possible to spare my life? I will pay any price. Cultivation Techniques, treasures—whatever you desire, I will do anything to obtain them for you," Mo Tushan begged.

Lu Qing smiled thinly. "Do you know why I spared a trace of your life instead of killing you outright?"

Mo Tushan shuddered. He had initially hoped Lu Qing was keeping him alive to negotiate, which had sparked a tiny flame of hope.

But hearing Lu Qing’s tone now, he instinctively realized something was horribly wrong, and an icy dread crawled from the depths of his Divine Soul.

Before he could utter another word, a wave of Divine Skills descended. It enveloped him, yanking out his incredibly weakened Primordial Spirit and sealing it within an Illusion Realm Space inside Lu Qing’s palm.