I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1251: 766: Guarding the Exit, Slaughter Without Mercy

A flash of sword light swept across the air, cleaving through both the dark magic palm and the Black and White Temple disciple, leaving nothing but a corpse in its wake.

Following the strike of Lu Qing’s blade, the vast plaza was instantly plunged into a profound silence.

Shock gripped nearly every spectator as they processed the scene.

A disciple of the Black and White Temple at the six-tribulation perfection stage had been utterly obliterated in a single move, granted no chance to resist.

However, the few experts at the Primordial Spirit Realm who had witnessed his overwhelming displays within the Sword Dao test channel were less stunned by his power.

Instead, they were taken aback by Lu Qing’s sheer recklessness.

It was common knowledge that more than ten disciples from the Black and White Temple were present, with their leader reaching the Seven Tribulations Perfection realm.

By executing one so publicly, was he effectively declaring a blood feud against the Black and White Temple?

“Brother Jing!” “Junior Brother!”

The remaining Black and White Temple disciples cried out in horror as they saw their comrade fall lifeless to a single blade.

Yet, the moment their shouts rang out, a chilling sensation crawled up their spines.

Looking up, they found their entire field of vision consumed by a blinding white radiance.

A chorus of agonizing screams erupted an instant later amidst the whistling of sharp sword Qi.

As the sword Qi faded, a gruesome tableau was revealed to the onlookers.

The spot where the Black and White Temple disciples had stood was now a wasteland of carnage, littered with severed limbs and broken bodies.

Only one individual clung to a faint thread of life; the rest were dead, their life auras completely snuffed out.

Whether they were six or seven tribulation Primordial Spirits, none could endure even a heartbeat against Lu Qing’s devastating sword Qi.

The crowd watched, mouths agape, staring at the devastation.

A bone-chilling cold radiated from the depths of their Divine Souls, spreading through their limbs.

These were more than ten elite true disciples of the notorious Black and White Temple!

Their strongest member was regarded as one of the most formidable figures in this place.

Nevertheless, they had been cut down like grass by that terrifying sword Qi just moments ago.

How could a mere five-tribulation youth possess such monstrous strength?

Had he been masking his true power this entire time to deceive them all?

Dread filled the eyes of everyone as they turned their gaze toward Lu Qing.

Plop, plop…

In the heavy silence, Lu Qing stepped forward calmly, coming to a halt before the lone survivor—the seven tribulation Primordial Spirit disciple.

Noticing the shattered inner armor beneath the shredded black and white Taoist robes, Lu Qing tilted his head slightly.

“Middle Grade peak Spiritual Armor? It’s quite durable.”

“Who are you? How do you dare strike us? Do you not fear that Brother Tu Shan will hunt you across thousands of miles once he emerges?”

The dying seven tribulation disciple struggled to force the words out.

His eyes were a mixture of bewilderment and terror.

He was confused by Lu Qing’s audacity to slaughter them and terrified that a man of such power had spent so long feigning weakness.

What sort of terrifying patience and sinister calculation did this require?

When had the Black and White Temple earned the enmity of such a frightening foe?

“Mo Tushan? Don’t worry, he’ll be joining you shortly.”

With a casual flick of his finger, Lu Qing sent a wisp of sword Qi into the forehead of the seven tribulation Primordial Spirit.

At his current level, Lu Qing’s power far surpassed that of the Potian Taoist from tens of millennia ago.

He had refined and mastered the [Sky-breaking Sword Qi] to its absolute limit, integrating it with sword legacies like the [Seven Star Sword Formation] and the [Returning Ruins Free Sword].

It was no exaggeration to say that Lu Qing’s Sword Dao had reached a pinnacle state.

Within the Primordial Spirit realm, he stood virtually without equal.

The sword Qi he commanded was immeasurably potent; even Mo Tushan in the physical trial would have been unable to parry his strike.

He had held back just now; otherwise, these Black and White Temple disciples would have been reduced to mist, leaving no remains behind.

As the sword Qi pierced his brow, the disciple’s body convulsed.

His eyes grew dull as his Primordial Spirit was completely wiped out. The final embers of his life faded; he was dead, and his Dao had fallen.

Lu Qing’s expression didn't flicker as he methodically gathered the Storage Magical Treasures from the fallen disciples.

He then summoned a shroud of transparent Nanming Leaving Fire to incinerate the corpses.

He was well aware that given the Black and White Temple's resources, these Primordial Spirit disciples likely possessed means of resurrection.

But he was indifferent.

Resurrection arts were profound, yet they were bound by strict limitations.

For one, reviving a cultivator demanded a staggering amount of wealth.

Furthermore, the higher the cultivation level of the deceased, the more astronomical the required resources became.

Lu Qing calculated that even with the vast treasury of the Black and White Temple, reviving nearly a dozen disciples above the five-tribulation stage at once would be a painful blow.

The cost in resources would surely make them suffer.

Moreover, he intended to use this to gauge the reaction of this wicked power that spanned the stars.

Other powerful figures watched in silence as Lu Qing efficiently killed, looted, and erased the evidence. No one dared to mutter a word.

He slaughtered members of the Black and White Temple as if they were common poultry; who would be foolish enough to provoke such a ruthless individual?

Once the bodies were reduced to ash, Lu Qing began to scan the area.

Wherever his eyes turned, people instinctively looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.

Eventually, Lu Qing’s gaze settled on a disciple from the Sky-breaking Sword Sect.

“Fellow Daoist, might I ask you a few questions?”

The disciple stiffened, surprised to be singled out by Lu Qing.

However, as a member of a premier Sect, he managed to keep his composure.

Clasping his hands in a respectful salute, he replied, “I wouldn't presume to teach you, but please, ask what you wish.”

“Relax, friend. I’ve crossed paths with your sect’s Yu Jian a few times,” Lu Qing said with a faint smile. “I was curious if you knew the whereabouts of the other Black and White Temple disciples?”

Lu Qing recalled that the number of Black and White Temple members who entered the secret realm was far greater than this small group.

He wasn't sure if they were still in the trials or elsewhere.

The Sky-breaking Sword Sect disciple was momentarily stunned but answered truthfully: “I am not entirely certain. However, since we arrived, no other disciples from that temple have emerged here. I suspect they are still struggling within the passages.”

The surrounding cultivators felt their eyes widen at Lu Qing’s inquiry.

Was it possible that after slaughtering a dozen disciples, Lu Qing was still unsatisfied and intended to hunt down the rest?

“I see. My thanks, friend.”

Lu Qing grew quiet, lost in thought after his expression of gratitude.

He weighed his options: should he wait here at the exit or plunge into a trial passage to track down the remaining disciples?

After a brief moment of reflection, Lu Qing decided to stay put.

Entering a random passage provided no certainty of finding his targets.

If he were inside a trial while the disciples emerged from another, they might hear of the massacre and flee immediately.

Determined to let no one from the Black and White Temple escape, he chose to stand guard outside.

While this required more time, it ensured that every disciple still in the passages would have to face him.

Having reached a decision, Lu Qing found a spot at the edge of the plaza and sat down cross-legged.

To prevent any interruptions, he casually laid down a simple warning array.

The other cultivators were shaken as they watched him settle in.

The meaning of his actions was unmistakable.

He was going to wait for the remaining Black and White Temple disciples to appear so he could finish them off.

Yet, Mo Tushan—an Eight Tribulations Perfection Primordial Spirit—was still inside the trials.

Did this mysterious Five Tribulations youth truly intend to challenge Mo Tushan directly?

The thought filled the observers with a blend of terror and excitement.

Mo Tushan’s power was legendary; he was one of the few Eight Tribulations experts to enter the Returning Ruins Secret Realm this time.

He was so formidable that he didn't even fear the combined might of the Sky-breaking Sword Sect and the Kongming Sect.

Once he stepped out and discovered his sect mates had been slaughtered, his fury would be world-shaking.

On the other hand, this mysterious Five Tribulations cultivator was also terrifyingly strong.

His Sword Qi was unrivaled, and he had dispatched the Black and White Temple’s True Disciples with effortless ease.

His true depth was a mystery that no one could fathom.

The prospect of a clash between these two titans left everyone feeling a strange surge of anticipation.

Those waiting in the plaza were still unaware that Mo Tushan had already been defeated by Lu Qing inside the passage.

His Primordial Spirit had been torn out and was currently trapped within the Illusion Realm Space.

Only Yu Jian and Hei Ming knew of that battle.

Since they were still fighting through the trials and communication talismans were useless inside the passages, the news had not traveled.

Thus, no one knew that Mo Tushan had already fallen to Lu Qing's hand.

“Ah Qing certainly possesses a formidable killing intent.”

Inside the Immortal Palace, the Black Bull gave a small nod of approval.

In truth, after observing Lu Qing’s conduct in the Sword Dao Channel, the bull had already marked him as a man of decisive and merciless character.

Seeing him now, killing over ten Primordial Spirit disciples without a second thought and preparing to wipe out the rest, the Black Bull felt even more impressed.

In the ancient era, its master and his followers had been brought to ruin precisely because they were too merciful.

The bull was delighted to see that this successor, chosen for the master’s sake, knew how to be ruthless when the situation demanded it.

Nearby, Ming Feng watched the events through the light portal. Its face was mask-like, yet a glimmer of respect shone in its eyes.

As the Old Cyan Dragon suspected, Ming Feng was actually the one among the three with the most bloodthirsty nature.

Consequently, Lu Qing’s methods were very much to its liking.

Because it had just been arguing with the stubborn bull, it maintained a cold exterior to avoid giving the bull any satisfaction.

Days slipped by in quick succession.

Lu Qing remained a silent sentinel at the exit of the eight trial passages.

His presence cast a hush over the entire plaza.

Many experts watched the eight spatial vortices with a mix of anxiety and bated breath.

During this period, several cultivators emerged from the trials, though none belonged to the Black and White Temple.

These experts were quickly pulled aside by their respective groups the moment they appeared.

Upon hearing of the events outside, they were stunned and joined the vigil.

Finally, on the fifth day, another cultivator was ejected from a trial passage and deposited by the spatial vortex.

This individual was clad in the Black and White Taoist Robes of the Black and White Temple!

The crowd collectively held its breath the moment they saw him.

However, before they could even turn their heads, they felt a familiar chill.

A streak of Sword Light had already flashed, passing through the neck of the emerging disciple.

The Black and White Temple disciple froze instantly as a thin red line traced his throat.

Slowly, his head slid from his shoulders and fell to the ground.