I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1254 - 768: Sword Severing Nine Tribulations

As the miniature world materialized within Lu Qing’s palm, every powerful expert present felt their hair stand on end.

A bone-chilling coldness radiated from the depths of their Divine Souls, surging through their limbs and freezing their blood.

The aura emanating from the small world in Lu Qing’s hand was nothing short of catastrophic.

It forced their bodies to shudder uncontrollably while their Heart and Spirit quaked, feeling as though a massive, suffocating shadow had completely eclipsed their Primordial Spirits.

Several experts instinctively attempted to activate their movement techniques, desperate to flee the scene immediately.

However, their realization came too late.

The moment the miniature world appeared, it began a rapid expansion.

In a mere breath’s time, the entire square was swallowed by it.

Suddenly, everyone felt as if they had been dragged into a tangible, separate reality, effectively severed from the outside world.

Even the middle-aged man adorned in the Purple Dragon Robe was not exempt from this sensation.

He discovered that his link to the void had been severely diminished.

His ability to sense the Sea of Laws grew hazy and distorted, sending a wave of alarm through him.

It must be noted that he was currently at the Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit, a mere step away from the peak of the Unity Realm Stage.

Under normal circumstances, his Divine Soul maintained an ironclad connection with the Sea of Laws, communicating with it through a simple thought.

Yet now, that connection was failing; he wondered what sort of monstrous Secret Technique this youth had unleashed!

As these thoughts raced through his mind, the man in the Purple Dragon Robe forced his Heart and Spirit to steady, bracing himself for the coming conflict.

He understood that he was facing a foe unlike any he had ever encountered.

Regret was a useless emotion now; the only path forward was through battle!

He refused to accept that a cultivator of the Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit could not shatter his opponent's Secret Technique.

"What manner of Secret Technique is this?"

Deep within the Immortal Palace, the three Old Azure Dragons were equally stunned.

They could sense that Lu Qing’s current move incorporated the essence of various Sword Dao Secret Techniques.

Most notably, it carried the distinct aura of their master’s "Returning Ruins Free Sword."

However, the "Returning Ruins Free Sword" was incredibly profound.

Even those at the Unity Realm Stage struggled to fully grasp and master its intricacies.

To integrate it into an entirely different Secret Technique—could a mere Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator truly achieve such a feat?

Despite knowing Lu Qing possessed an extraordinary talent for the Sword Dao, the three Old Azure Dragons found the scene before them difficult to fathom.

"Old man, this is a new technique I have recently comprehended. Since you have reached the Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit, you are just barely worthy of witnessing it; falling to this strike is your greatest honor."

Standing high in the air after the Sword Dao Domain had claimed the square, Lu Qing looked down with a cold, detached expression.

"Insolent brat! Whatever tricks you have, show them now. I want to see if your Sword Dao is as sharp as your tongue!"

The middle-aged man in the Purple Dragon Robe let out a cold snort as a set of Purple Armor materialized on his body, and a Purple Dragon Spear appeared in his grip.

With these two treasures in his possession, his aura surged with newfound power, rivaling many seasoned veterans of the Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit.

His presence was so immense that even the surrounding Domain was forced back slightly.

"The Great Primordial Spirit Armor and the Swallowing Spirit Dragon Spear! The leader of the Great Immortal Clan is truly going all out, bringing both of these ancestral Spiritual Artifacts here. Is he not afraid they will be lost within the Returning Ruins Secret Realm if he perishes?"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man brandish these weapons, the experts who recognized them felt their Heart and Spirit tremble.

The Purple Armor and Dragon Spear were renowned High Grade Spirit Artifacts throughout the universe.

They were only a hair’s breadth away from being classified as legendary Top-grade Spiritual Artifacts.

They represented the very foundation of the Great Immortal Clan.

No one had anticipated that the clan leader would bring them into the realm this time.

Wielding two High Grade Spirit Artifacts, the middle-aged man’s aura became even more terrifying.

Yet, even with such power, he remained unable to fly.

This only reinforced his belief that Lu Qing was using some Abnormal Technique to circumvent the secret realm’s restrictions to stay airborne.

He glared at Lu Qing, the Purple Dragon Spear in his hand suddenly crackling with violent electricity.

In the next instant, he hurled it with all his might, the weapon transforming into a bolt of purple lightning that tore through the air toward Lu Qing.

The strike was as thunderous as it was shocking; the lightning generated by the spear was so potent that the surrounding space began to ripple.

Moving at an extreme velocity, it arrived before Lu Qing in the blink of an eye.

Just as the spectators expected Lu Qing to use his previous phantom-like movement to dodge, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Facing the middle-aged man’s devastating attack, Lu Qing made no attempt to move.

Instead, he reached out a single hand, catching the purple lightning mid-flight.

Boom!

As Lu Qing’s hand closed around the purple lightning, a massive explosion of electricity erupted, threatening to annihilate everything in the vicinity.

Yet, in the center of this chaotic storm of lightning, Lu Qing stood firm like a Divine Mountain, completely unyielding.

The bolts of lightning striking him caused no harm; rather, they were strangely absorbed into his Physical Body.

The purple lightning faded to reveal the true form of the Dragon Spear, which writhed and twisted violently in Lu Qing’s grip, as if it were a living creature desperate to escape something terrifying.

Unfortunately, its struggles were in vain.

Lu Qing’s arm was as steady as a pillar holding up the heavens, gripping the Purple Dragon Spear so tightly that it had no hope of breaking free.

"Be silent, or I shall consume you."