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

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

Though ghastly gashes marred his frame, his staggering life energy caused them to mend with incredible speed.

Clutched in his right hand was a colossal black demon tower, wreathed in thick, dark vapors that coiled like black dragons, further intensifying his domineering aura.

Periodically, this demonic mist coalesced into the shapes of human skeletons, weaving a thread of malevolence into his savage appearance.

“Boy, you have truly provoked my wrath, forcing my hand to reveal this technique. Unless I consume you while you still draw breath, the bitterness in my soul shall never be quelled!”

Mo Tushan fixed a poisonous glare upon Lu Qing.

His Black Demon Body was not a form to be assumed lightly; each activation drained a massive quantity of vengeful soul essence blood that he had painstakingly amassed.

That vast reservoir of essence blood had been intended to fuel his breakthrough toward the Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit.

Now that Lu Qing had compelled him to expend it prematurely, his path to advancement was severely obstructed. How could Mo Tushan feel anything but burning malice?

As his declaration echoed, he struck first, swinging the massive, nine-layered black demon tower to crush Lu Qing beneath its weight.

The sheer force of this blow was peerless, sending tremors through the space of the ninth barrier and nearly matching the peak power of a Nine Tribulations of Primordial Spirit expert.

A terrifying pressure meant to suppress space itself bore down on Lu Qing, intending to lock him firmly in place.

“This is bad! Defend yourselves immediately!”

Sensing the devastating power behind Mo Tushan’s assault, the countenances of Yu Jian and his companions shifted violently.

Even from their positions at the periphery of the area, they scrambled to activate their protective Taoist skills and defensive treasures for survival.

Failure to do so meant they would likely be caught in the catastrophic aftershocks once Mo Tushan’s strike connected.

“Can our friend actually withstand such a thing?”

While maintaining their defenses, they kept their gazes fixed on the center of the conflict.

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

Furthermore, because the area of effect was so vast, evasion was nearly impossible; he was forced to meet the attack head-on.

Yet, even these onlookers lacked the confidence to survive such a horrifying blow themselves.

As a sword cultivator, Lu Qing’s mastery of the sword dao was undeniably potent and his offense unmatched, but his defensive capabilities remained an unknown factor.

Consequently, no one could be certain if he would emerge from this strike alive.

“Get ready to intervene!”

In the Immortal Palace, even the Old Azure Dragons felt their hearts tighten with anxiety.

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

Though these thoughts were complex, the events unfolded in the blink of an eye.

From the moment Mo Tushan’s fury turned him into a giant wielding the black demon tower to crush Lu Qing.

To the bystanders raising their shields and the Old Azure Dragons bracing for a rescue.

Everything took place within the span of a single breath.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the massive black demon tower plummeted toward Lu Qing like a falling star from the heavens.

Then, they beheld a sight they would never forget.

Facing the impending collapse of the black demon tower without a flicker of fear, Lu Qing simply reached out a hand and lifted his palm upward.

In the following heartbeat, the shadow cast by the black demon tower completely swallowed his figure.

Boom!

A cataclysmic explosion of force erupted—enough to annihilate an ordinary cultivator of the Primordial Spirit Realm—and rippled through the entirety of the seventh barrier’s space.

Visible distortions appeared in the air, a testament to the lethal nature of the impact.

Had Yu Jian and the others not been Eighth Tribulation Primordial Spirit experts who had braced themselves beforehand.

They likely would have sustained grave injuries from the shockwave alone.

“Mo Tushan’s full power is terrifyingly great!”

Yu Jian and his allies felt a chill of horror.

They realized that if they were the ones facing Mo Tushan in this state, their only choice would be to flee and avoid a direct clash.

The testing grounds had been constructed by a Transformation Immortal; otherwise, such a violent release of power might have shattered the space entirely.

“Is the youth dead?”

Once the initial storm of energy subsided, this question crossed everyone's mind.

When they looked toward the center, their eyes bulged in disbelief.

Ahead, Mo Tushan remained in his aggressive posture, still pressing down with the black demon tower.

But Lu Qing had not been ground into dust beneath that tower.

On the contrary, he stood perfectly unharmed.

The tower had failed to crush him because his upturned palm was firmly holding the edge of the black demon tower, halting its descent completely.

“How can this be possible?”

The crowd watched the scene, utterly paralyzed by shock.

No one had anticipated that Lu Qing could support the weight of that mountain-like black demon tower with a single hand.

It was a spectacle like an ant holding back a soaring dragon, leaving them in a state of total bewilderment.

“I don't believe it!”

The person most shaken by this reality was Mo Tushan himself.

His expression was one of pure denial, unable to grasp how his ultimate strike had been intercepted single-handedly by Lu Qing.

Despite how much he poured his power into the tower, he could not force it down another inch.

His opponent’s arm stood like a pillar supporting the sky, immovable and resolute!

“As I suspected, an unrefined treasure lacks true bite.”

Lu Qing’s body hummed with divine power, granting him immense physical strength.

He put away the Green Mist Sword he had been using.

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

The offensive power it provided wasn't quite enough to execute someone as resilient as Mo Tushan in his demon form.

In that case...

Lu Qing shifted his hand, nudging the black demon tower slightly higher above him, and locked eyes with Mo Tushan.

“I nearly overlooked the fact that you chose the physical body trial. It seems this demon body is your ultimate pride.”

“Insolent brat!”

Seeing the tranquility in Lu Qing’s eyes, Mo Tushan felt an inexplicable shiver run down his spine.

However, he quickly suppressed his fear, replaced once more by a burning rage.

As a Perfect Primordial Spirit Eighth Tribulation cultivator and a premier genius of the Black and White Temple, how could he allow himself to be cowed by an unknown entity?

He hoisted the demon tower once more, preparing to slam it down upon Lu Qing with even greater violence.

He refused to accept that this boy could endure his onslaught indefinitely!

Yet, this time, Mo Tushan’s tower only traveled halfway before it suddenly jerked to a stop, frozen in mid-air.

The reason was simple: two fingers had pinched the black demon tower shut.

But those two fingers were now broader than Mo Tushan’s entire arm.

Mo Tushan’s entire frame went rigid, his eyes stretching wide as he stared forward, his face twitching as if he were staring at a nightmare made flesh.

At some point, a figure far larger than himself had appeared before him.

It was holding his tower between two fingers as if it were nothing more than a child's plaything.

“It is clear you place great faith in your demon body.” Lu Qing’s voice boomed like rolling thunder from the heavens, “Then I shall end this using the very strength you are most proud of.”

With those words, Mo Tushan felt an irresistible force rip the tower from his grasp.

Immediately after, he was swallowed by a massive shadow.

Looking up, he saw a palm, many times the size of his own body, descending from the sky.

“No!”

The cold grip of mortality seized Mo Tushan’s heart.

His face twisted in terror, and his demonic Qi flared desperately as he tried to scramble away.

However, as that giant palm came down, the surrounding space was already locked tight.

He was rendered incapable of movement, trapped just as he had once tried to trap Lu Qing.

Mo Tushan could only watch in despair as Lu Qing’s palm rushed down to meet him.

Boom!

With a single strike—