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 man in the Ghost Face Mask really be the same individual from those years ago?"
"One slash to eliminate a Three Tribulations Primordial Spirit—what sort of formidable entity is this enigmatic figure!"
The scene unfolded as the Fifth Patriarch of the Gongsu Family got cut down by a sword and tumbled from the heavens.
Shock rippled through innumerable residents, creating a uproar that echoed throughout all of Zhou Tian City.
After all, he was the Fifth Patriarch of the Gongsu Family, a formidable power who had overcome three Primordial Spirit Tribulations, yet felled with such ease?
"My fifth..."
As he watched his fifth son perish from a single sword strike, the elder with hair like a crane and a youthful face felt his heart quiver.
This enigmatic powerhouse hovering in the air clearly meant harm, yet he pondered if dialogue might still be an option.
However, the sight of this silent assailant slaying his son right at their initial encounter struck deep.
In that instant, he realized this went beyond mere hostility; 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 pressed down with overwhelming force.
From the moment he appeared, the elder's Primordial Spirit seemed utterly shrouded in the gloom of impending doom.
All he perceived was an abyss stretching forward, with alarms of death nearly forcing a cry from his lips and leaving him gasping for air.
Adding to that was the horrifying Sword Qi from before, which had cleaved the city apart.
Deep down, he understood he stood no chance against this foe.
Even worse, he had quietly attempted to trigger the Circulation Star Array moments ago.
To his horror, the entire formation lay in a state close to total collapse.
That earlier devastating Sword Qi hadn't just divided Zhou Tian City; it had shattered the Circulation Star Array, reducing its strength to scarcely one percent.
The adversary appeared to know the array's weaknesses perfectly, striking and demolishing every vital node with a single blow.
As a result, their defensive family array was now virtually useless.
Because of all these factors, despite the slaying of his son, the crane-haired elder swallowed his fury and held back from any action.
His eyes locked onto Lu Qing, "Just who are you? Our Gongsu Family hasn't wronged you—could this be a mistake?"
At this stage, the crane-haired elder was certain that the Ghost Face Masked Man standing there wasn't the petty thief from the past.
That rogue had merely been at the Golden Core Realm, escaping capture only through a potent Space Treasure.
Even granting exceptional aptitude, attaining Primordial Spirit would be a feat, surviving one or two tribulations an even greater one.
There was no possibility of amassing such monstrous strength in just a few decades—it defied reason!
The other ancestors of the Gongsu Family also grasped that this couldn't be that thief.
Such overwhelming might exceeded what that thief could ever achieve!
But Lu Qing had no desire to explain further; with a casual flick of his wrist, another surge of Sword Qi shot out.
This burst of Sword Qi moved with blinding speed, beyond the reaction of anyone at the Primordial Spirit Realm.
Wherever the Sword Light streaked, another Gongsu Family elder froze in place, a hole drilled through his forehead, life force vanishing as his form dropped from above.
"Fourth one!"
The surviving Gongsu Family elders cried out once more.
Yet before their shout fully faded, the Sword Light blazed anew, silencing yet another Gongsu Family elder mid-word, his skull punctured and Primordial Spirit snuffed out.
"Demon!"
With three sons cut down in such quick succession right in front of him, the crane-haired elder could no longer contain himself.
Driven by fury and hopelessness, he called forth a Golden Saber and charged at Lu Qing.
He had already figured that stalling tactics were pointless.
This Ghost Face Masked Man sought no talks; it was kill or be killed.
The moment the Golden Saber materialized, the crane-haired elder roared, "I’ll block him—flee now!"
But right after his command rang out, a tragic clang echoed.
The Golden Saber never reached Lu Qing, sliced apart by Sword Qi instead.
Its edge dulled and lost its luster, the Artifact Spirit inside fully destroyed.
"How— a peak Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, felled by one sword?"
The destruction of his heart-bound Spiritual Artifact jolted the crane-haired elder's Primordial Spirit, sending his blood and energy into chaos.
Yet what brought deeper despair was the sight of two additional Sword Qi streaking by him.
"No..."
The crane-haired elder whipped around, only to see more bodies dropping lifelessly.
His eldest son alone remained, with the highest cultivation at the peak of Four Tribulations.
Enveloped in a shielding glow, he pushed his Protective Dharma Treasure to its limits, multiple layers of treasure light guarding him.
However, in the instant that followed, the crane-haired elder watched Sword Qi slice from nearby, boring into his eldest son's head.
The thick barrier of protection offered no defense, crumbling instantly like bubbles.
"Father..."
The eldest son's descent paused, his features twisted in fear, uttering just that one word before the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly.
His life force ebbed away, the body plummeting from the sky.
The crane-haired elder stared in stunned silence as his eldest son's remains fell.
The corpse hit the earth, carving out a shallow crater, then lay still without a sound.
"Why..." The crane-haired elder whirled back, yelling at Lu Qing, "What deep grudge does my Gongsu Family hold with you, to warrant this total extermination!"
Yet his furious outburst drew no reply from Lu Qing.
Under the chilling stare from beneath Lu Qing's ghostly mask.
The crane-haired elder's control finally shattered.
"Evil Demon! I’ll battle you until the last!"
His body shuddered violently, expression contorted in wrath.
A faint distortion in space appeared, teleporting him straight before Lu Qing.
Simultaneously, an ancient and ruinous energy burst from his core.
Aware he couldn't defeat Lu Qing, he intended to detonate his Primordial Spirit in a bid for shared ruin.
But the moment the crane-haired elder's destructive energy emerged, a supreme pressure crashed onto him.
It locked his Primordial Spirit tight, preventing any explosion and rendering it inert forever.
His mana solidified completely, impossible to wield.
What terrified the crane-haired elder even more was Lu Qing's form swelling hugely before his eyes.
In comparison, he seemed like a mere insect.
Then he comprehended it wasn't Lu Qing enlarging, but himself diminishing.
The surrounding space was being squeezed by immense spatial force.
This foe's command over Spatial Power dwarfed his own, achieving a Wishful Size where he could manipulate spatial scales at will!
Realizing this, though, offered the crane-haired elder no salvation.
He could only witness powerlessly as Lu Qing extended his hand, plunging him into boundless void.