I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1285 - 785: Slaughter and Despair
Previously on I Can See Through All Things' Information...
"Has the Fifth Patriarch of the Gongsu Family truly met his end in this manner?"
"A mighty expert who survived three Primordial Spirit Tribulations, unable to endure even one strike from a blade?"
"Could this Ghost Face Masked Man actually be that individual from the past?"
"One slash to eliminate a Three Tribulations Primordial Spirit—what sort of formidable entity is this enigmatic figure!"
The Fifth Patriarch of the Gongsu Family plummeted from the heavens after being cut down by a single sword.
Shock rippled through countless residents, igniting clamor throughout all of Zhou Tian City.
That figure was none other than the Fifth Patriarch of the Gongsu Family, a Great Power who had overcome three Primordial Spirit Tribulations, yet dispatched with such ease?
"My fifth..."
Witnessing his fifth son felled by a sword strike, the elder with hair like a crane and a face youthful as a child's felt his heart quake.
Though aware that the airborne enigmatic powerhouse meant harm, he pondered if dialogue might still be possible.
Yet, faced with a silent assailant who slew his son right at their initial encounter.
Realization dawned on him suddenly: this went beyond mere malice; it was a direct assault on the entire Gongsu Family!
Still, the crane-haired elder hesitated to make a move.
The aura emanating from this Ghost Face Masked Man proved overwhelmingly oppressive.
From the moment he appeared, the elder's Primordial Spirit seemed shrouded in the gloom of impending doom.
Ahead lay only shadows, with ominous death signals nearly forcing a cry from his lips and leaving him gasping for air.
Adding to that, the horrifying Sword Qi that had earlier cleaved the city apart.
Deep down, he knew matching this foe was impossible.
Even worse, from the start, he had covertly attempted to trigger the Circulation Star Array.
To his horror, the entire formation hovered on the brink of collapse.
That earlier devastating Sword Qi hadn't just bisected Zhou Tian City; it had shattered the Circulation Star Array, reducing its might to a mere fraction of one percent.
The adversary appeared to know the Circulation Star Array inside out, striking all vital array nodes with a single blow.
Thus, their defensive family array lay nearly useless.
For all these compelling factors, despite his son's death, the crane-haired elder swallowed his fury and held back.
His eyes locked onto Lu Qing. "Just who are you? Our Gongsu Family hasn't wronged you—surely this is a mistake?"
At this juncture, the crane-haired elder was certain the Ghost Face Masked Man standing there couldn't be that petty thief from years ago.
That rogue had merely been at the Golden Core Realm, escaping capture only through a potent Space Treasure.
Even with exceptional aptitude, attaining Primordial Spirit status would be a feat, surviving one or two Tribulations an even greater one.
In no way could such a being amass this level of dread power within a few short decades—it defied reason!
The other Gongsu Family ancestors shared this assessment: the figure before them far exceeded what that thief could achieve.
This strength lay utterly beyond that thief's reach!
Lu Qing, however, had no desire to elaborate further; with a casual flick of his wrist, another Sword Qi shot out.
The Sword Qi streaked forward at blinding speed, beyond the reaction of any Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator.
Wherever the Sword Light traveled, another Gongsu Family elder froze in place, a hole drilled through his forehead, life force snuffed out, body tumbling earthward.
"Fourth!"
The surviving Gongsu Family elders cried out once more.
But even as the shout rang out, Sword Light blazed anew, cutting off yet another elder's words mid-sentence, piercing the skull and dousing the Primordial Spirit.
"You fiend!"
With three sons cut down in rapid succession right in front of him, the crane-haired elder could no longer contain himself.
In a surge of fury and hopelessness, he conjured a Golden Saber and lunged at Lu Qing.
He grasped that further delays were pointless.
This Ghost Face Masked Man sought no parley; it was kill or be killed.
As the Golden Saber materialized, the crane-haired elder roared, "I'll stall him—flee now!"
Yet no sooner had he spoken than a tragic clang echoed.
The Golden Saber failed to approach Lu Qing, sliced apart by Sword Qi instead.
Its edge dulled and luster faded, the Artifact Spirit inside utterly vanquished.
"How... even a peak Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact falls to one sword?"
The destruction of his heart-bound Spiritual Artifact jolted the crane-haired elder's Primordial Spirit, sending his blood and qi into turmoil.
But what brought deeper despair was the sight of two additional Sword Qi slicing toward him.
"No..."
Whirling around in panic, the crane-haired elder beheld more lifeless forms dropping from above.
Only his firstborn survived, boasting the highest cultivation at the Four Tribulations peak.
Enveloped in a barrier of light, he pushed his Protective Dharma Treasure to its limits, multiple layers of shielding encircling him.
In the instant that followed, though, Sword Qi zipped past the elder, boring into his eldest son's skull.
The robust defenses offered no shield whatsoever, bursting apart like bubbles.
"Father..."
The eldest son's descent halted briefly, his features twisted in dread, uttering a single plea before the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly.
Life ebbed away, sending the body crashing skyward no more.
The crane-haired elder stared in stunned silence as his eldest son's remains hurtled down.
The corpse struck the earth, carving a shallow crater, then lay still.
"Why..." The crane-haired elder wheeled back toward Lu Qing, bellowing, "What grudge does my Gongsu Family hold against you to warrant this total extermination!"
His outburst drew no reply from Lu Qing.
Instead, he sensed the chilling stare from beneath that ghostly mask.
At last, the crane-haired elder's restraint shattered.
"You vile demon! I'll take you down with me!"
His body shuddered violently, features contorted in wrath.
Faint spatial fluctuations stirred, teleporting him straight to Lu Qing's position.
Simultaneously, a grim aura burst from his core.
Accepting defeat was inevitable, so he resolved to detonate his Primordial Spirit in a bid for shared ruin.
But just as the crane-haired elder's destructive energy welled up, an irresistible pressure bore down.
It locked his Primordial Spirit tight, preventing any explosion and rendering it inert forever.
His mana solidified completely, beyond his control.
What terrified the crane-haired elder even more was Lu Qing's form swelling enormously before his eyes.
In comparison, he resembled a insignificant insect.
Yet he quickly perceived the truth: Lu Qing hadn't enlarged; he himself was diminishing.
The surrounding space contracted under potent spatial force.
This foe's command of Spatial Power dwarfed his own, achieving Wishful Size to manipulate dimensions at will!
Such insight, however, availed the crane-haired elder nothing.
He could merely observe powerless as Lu Qing extended his hand, plunging him into boundless void.