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

A terrifying force surged violently across the seventh floor of the Physical Body Path.

Having retreated to the furthest corner, Yu Jian and his companions were desperately circulating their Mana to maintain a shaky Protective Technique.

Yet, the chaos around them paled in comparison to the shock of what they were witnessing.

Eyes straining and wide with disbelief, they stared at the majestic, towering figure ahead—a colossus standing over a hundred feet tall.

"What kind of monster is that?"

At this moment, Yu Jian and the others were devoid of any other thoughts, their gazes fixed entirely on the unbelievable scene.

Just moments ago, as Mo Tushan launched another assault, they saw Lu Qing’s form vanish from his spot.

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

With a single strike of its palm, the giant had instantly crushed Mo Tushan into the ground.

The sheer impact of the sight left them completely dazed.

They could not fathom what Lu Qing truly was, or how he could transform into such a fearsome titan.

"That looks like the True Witch Body of the Ancient Witch Clan. How can Ah Qing 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 utilized the Calming Mirror to inspect his lineage, they were certain that Lu Qing was of pure Human Race blood.

How, then, could he manifest the Witch Body that was supposedly exclusive 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 hand.

Beneath that palm, a mangled heap of flesh saturated with Demonic Qi was pinned to the floor.

As Lu Qing’s hand rose, the bloody mass began to writhe and struggle once more, with Demonic Qi gathering in an attempt to reconstitute the Physical Body.

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

It was clear that the resilient Life Energy of an Eight Tribulation Primordial Spirit would not perish immediately, even when torn to shreds.

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

But Lu Qing had no intention of granting him that chance.

His hand rose slightly before slamming down with devastating force once again.

Boom!

Mo Tushan’s partially reformed Physical Body was blasted back into a pulp of meat.

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

This single blow had wiped out a significant portion of Mo Tushan’s essence.

With an indifferent expression, Lu Qing raised his hand and struck again.

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

After seven strikes, his life was as fragile as a flickering candle in a storm, nearly extinguished.

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

Lu Qing ceased his attack, deactivated the True Witch Body, and returned to his original Physical Body.

He flexed his hand, gauging his current level of power.

Since breaking into the Five Tribulations realm, his True Witch Body had finally reached the level of small success.

In truth, his manifested Witch Body could reach a thousand feet in height.

It was only the confined space of the seventh level that had forced him to suppress its scale to roughly a hundred feet.

Even so, Mo Tushan—despite his Eight Tribulations Perfection Cultivation and a superior Demon Treasure—had been unable to endure even a single palm strike.

Lu Qing realized he had slightly underestimated his own capabilities.

An Eight Tribulation Primordial Spirit was no longer a threat to him; as for a Nine Tribulations expert, 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, faint aura of life with a cold gaze.

Actually, he could have completely ended Mo Tushan’s life in just three strikes if he had wished.

The reason he took the extra effort to slowly whittle away his essence was to ensure Mo Tushan experienced the true meaning of despair.

He had left a sliver of life remaining only because he wasn't ready for Mo Tushan to die just yet.

"Demon Child, why have you stopped screaming?"

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

The intense heat of the Nanming Leaving Fire caused the mass to convulse.

A weak, fear-stricken wave from the Primordial Spirit drifted out: "You... what kind of monster are you?!"

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

Mo Tushan fell into a silent shock.

In that moment, he realized that Lu Qing had been playing the role of a pig to eat the tiger the entire time.

He was the only fool in the room.

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

Lu Qing gave a thin smile. "Do you know why I didn't kill you instantly and left you this trace of life?"

Mo Tushan shivered. He had hoped Lu Qing spared him to negotiate, but those words sent a sudden, freezing chill through his Divine Soul.

Before he could respond, a surge of Divine Skills descended, wrapping around him and pulling out his withered Primordial Spirit. It was instantly imprisoned within an Illusion Realm Space inside Lu Qing’s palm.