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 the dark magical palm and the disciple of the Black and White Temple, leaving nothing but death in its wake.

The moment Lu Qing’s blade finished its arc, the vast plaza was plunged into an immediate, suffocating silence.

Nearly every witness stood paralyzed by the spectacle.

A Black and White Temple disciple at the peak of the Six Tribulations had been utterly annihilated in a single strike, granted no chance to even struggle.

A few experts at the Primordial Spirit Realm, having already witnessed his overwhelming power within the Sword Dao trial, were less shocked by his strength.

However, they were equally stunned by Lu Qing’s sheer recklessness.

It was common knowledge that more than ten disciples from the Black and White Temple were present, including a powerhouse at the Seven Tribulations Perfection realm.

By executing one of them so openly, was he not effectively declaring a blood feud against the entire Black and White Temple?

“Junior Brother Jing!”

Seeing their comrade slain so effortlessly, the remaining Black and White Temple disciples cried out in horror.

Yet, before their shouts could even fade, a primal chill gripped them, making their hair stand on end.

They looked up only to find their entire field of vision consumed by a blinding white radiance.

In the following heartbeat, a symphony of agonized screams erupted amidst a storm of piercing sword Qi.

As the sword Qi finally evaporated, a gruesome scene was revealed to the onlookers.

The area where the Black and White Temple disciples had been standing was now a wasteland of severed limbs and carnage; not a single person remained upright.

Aside from one individual clinging to a final, ragged breath, every other disciple had been silenced, their life force extinguished.

Regardless of whether they were at the Six or Seven Tribulations of the Primordial Spirit realm, none could survive even a moment against Lu Qing’s devastating sword Qi.

The crowd could only gape at the devastation.

A freezing dread welled up from the depths of their Divine Souls, spreading through their limbs like ice.

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

Their leader was widely considered one of the most formidable entities in this place.

And yet, they had all been cut down like grass in an instant.

How could a mere Five Tribulations youth possess such monstrous power?

Had he been playing the pig to eat the tiger this entire time, masking his true capabilities to deceive them all?

The gaze of every cultivator present turned toward Lu Qing, now heavy with profound fear.

Plop, plop…

Through the heavy silence, Lu Qing walked forward with measured steps, stopping before the sole survivor—the Seven Tribulations Primordial Spirit disciple.

Glancing at the shattered inner armor visible through the ruined black and white Taoist robes, Lu Qing tilted his head slightly.

“Middle Grade peak Spiritual Armor? It’s surprisingly resilient.”

“Who… who are you? How dare you slaughter us? Do you not fear that Brother Tu Shan will hunt you to the ends of the earth?”

The dying disciple struggled to force the words out.

His eyes were a chaotic mix of bewilderment and terror.

He was confused by Lu Qing’s audacity and terrified by the strength he had hidden behind such a facade of weakness.

What kind of terrifying patience and calculating mind did this man possess?

When had the Black and White Temple offended such a nightmare?

“Mo Tushan? Don't fret; it won’t be long before he joins you in the afterlife.”

Lu Qing flicked his finger, sending a wisp of sword Qi directly into the forehead of the Seven Tribulations expert.

At his current level, his might far surpassed that of the Potian Taoist from eras past.

He had refined the [Sky-breaking Sword Qi] to its absolute limit, merging it with the profound legacies of 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 legendary peak.

Within the Primordial Spirit realm, he was virtually without peer.

The sword Qi he commanded was so potent that even Mo Tushan, within the physical trial, had been unable to parry it.

He had actually held back just now; otherwise, these disciples would have been reduced to mist, leaving no remains at all.

As the sword Qi pierced his brow, the disciple’s body gave a final shudder.

His eyes went dull as his Primordial Spirit was wiped out, his vitality scattering to the winds. His Dao had fallen.

With an indifferent expression, Lu Qing began systematically collecting the Storage Magical Treasures from the corpses.

He then released a wave of transparent Nanming Leaving Fire, incinerating every body to ash.

He was well aware that disciples of a powerhouse like the Black and White Temple likely possessed methods for resurrection.

However, he remained unconcerned.

Resurrection arts, while miraculous, were bound by strict laws.

Bringing a cultivator back from the dead required a staggering amount of precious resources.

Furthermore, the higher the Cultivation of the deceased, the more astronomical the cost became.

Lu Qing doubted that even the Black and White Temple could easily afford to resurrect a dozen disciples above the Five Tribulations Primordial Spirit realm at once.

The loss of resources alone would be a crippling blow to their treasury.

Moreover, he wanted to see how this wicked sect would react to such a provocation.

The other experts watched as Lu Qing efficiently looted and destroyed the evidence, none of them daring to utter a single word.

He butchered members of the Black and White Temple like livestock; who would be foolish enough to cross such a ruthless man?

Once the flames died down, Lu Qing began to scan the crowd.

Wherever his eyes shifted, people instinctively looked away, unable to maintain eye contact with him.

Finally, his gaze settled on a disciple from the Sky-breaking Sword Sect.

“Fellow Daoist, I have a few questions I hope you might answer.”

The disciple tensed up, startled to be singled out by Lu Qing.

Nevertheless, as a member of a premier Sect, he kept his wits about him.

Bowing with clasped hands, he replied, “I wouldn’t presume to ‘teach’ you, but please, ask what you wish.”

“There is no need for such tension. I’ve crossed paths with your sect’s Yu Jian before,” Lu Qing said with a faint smile. “I was simply wondering if you knew the whereabouts of the other Black and White Temple disciples?”

Lu Qing recalled that more than just this small group had entered the secret realm.

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

The Sky-breaking Sword Sect disciple blinked in surprise before answering truthfully, “I cannot say for certain. However, since we arrived here, no other disciples from that temple have emerged. They are likely still struggling within the passages.”

Hearing this, the surrounding cultivators felt their pulses quicken.

Was Lu Qing truly unsatisfied after killing a dozen disciples? Did he intend to hunt down every last one of them?

“I see. My thanks to you.”

Lu Qing nodded and sank into thought.

He weighed the options of waiting here or entering a trial passage to actively hunt the remaining Black and White Temple members.

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

Entering a random passage was no guarantee of finding his targets. If he were inside when they emerged, they might hear of the slaughter and flee immediately.

Lu Qing had no intention of letting any of them slip away. Waiting was the most certain path to their total annihilation.

Having made his decision, Lu Qing moved to the edge of the plaza and sat down cross-legged.

He casually laid down a simple warning array to ensure he wouldn't be disturbed.

The sight of him settling in sent ripples of shock through the other cultivators.

The message was clear: he was guarding the exit to execute anyone from the Black and White Temple who stepped out.

But Mo Tushan, an Eight Tribulations Perfection Primordial Spirit, was still inside.

Did this mysterious Five Tribulations youth truly believe he could stand against Mo Tushan?

The thought filled the observers with a mixture of dread and morbid curiosity.

Mo Tushan’s reputation was legendary; he was one of the few Eight Tribulations experts in the Returning Ruins Secret Realm. Even the combined might of the Sky-breaking Sword Sect and the Kongming Sect hesitated to provoke him.

When he emerged to find his sect brothers slaughtered, his fury would be world-shaking.

Yet, this youth was also an enigma of terrifying power.

His Sword Qi was peerless, having wiped out the temple's true disciples with almost no effort.

The prospect of a clash between these two monsters left the onlookers breathless with anticipation.

What they did not know—and could not know—was that Mo Tushan had already fallen at Lu Qing’s hands within the trial.

His Primordial Spirit was currently a prisoner within the Illusion Realm Space.

Only Yu Jian and Hei Ming knew the truth, and they were still fighting their way through the passages, unable to send word outside.

“Ah Qing’s killing intent is indeed formidable.”

Inside the Immortal Palace, the Black Bull nodded in quiet approval.

It had already recognized Lu Qing’s decisive nature during the Sword Dao trial, but seeing him now—poised to wipe out an entire sect's presence without hesitation—only increased its respect.

In the ancient era, its master’s downfall had been rooted in excessive mercy.

Seeing this successor be so ruthless when the situation demanded it brought the Black Bull a sense of deep satisfaction.

Nearby, Ming Feng watched the light portal with a stoic expression, though a glimmer of appreciation shone in its eyes.

As the Old Cyan Dragon often noted, Ming Feng possessed the heaviest killing intent of the three. Lu Qing’s methods were perfectly aligned with its own temperament.

Though it was still annoyed with the stubborn bull and kept a cold face, it couldn't hide its approval.

Days slipped by in total silence.

Lu Qing remained a motionless statue at the exit of the eight trial passages.

The plaza was eerily quiet as the gathered experts watched the spatial vortices with bated breath.

Several cultivators from other sects emerged during this time, only to be hurried away by their allies. Upon hearing of the situation, they too stayed to watch the looming storm.

Finally, on the fifth day, a spatial ripple occurred as another cultivator was ejected from a trial.

The newcomer wore the distinctive Black and White Taoist Robe!

The plaza collectively held its breath at the sight of the disciple.

But before anyone could even react, a familiar chill filled the air.

A streak of Sword Light flashed like a lightning bolt, passing clean through the disciple’s neck.

The Black and White Temple disciple froze mid-step, a thin red line blooming across his throat.

An instant later, his head slid slowly from his shoulders.