I Can See Through Everything

Chapter 299

Lu Qing suddenly appeared in front of Xuan Ming. This time, he no longer held back.

His entire body surged with blood and energy, and the Precelestial true qi within him rapidly circulated.

Unfortunately, the few spirit talismans he had stored in his Brow Acupoint were obliterated by the tribulation lightning when he condensed his Precelestial Body and was reborn, and he hadn’t had the chance to refine new ones. Otherwise, the power of this strike would have been even more terrifying!

Even without the enhancement of the spirit talismans, Lu Qing’s current strength had already reached a level beyond others' imagination.

Though he had just entered the Precelestial Realm, even a seasoned master of the Precelestial Realm would find it hard to withstand a single blow from him.

With the dual explosion of his physical body and true qi, Lu Qing's power was pushed to the limit.

The battle blade in his hand descended like heavenly thunder, slashing towards Xuan Ming's head.

"So fast! Both his movement and blade are so fast!"

Lu Qing's movement was as swift as lightning, shocking the surrounding experts. Even they, as Precelestial Realm experts, only saw a blur before Lu Qing was already in front of Xuan Ming.

Just as Xuan Ming was about to be cleaved in half, the red cassock he wore, adorned with gilded embroidery, suddenly emitted a layer of red light, enveloping him.

However, under Lu Qing's immense power, the red light was shattered in less than half a breath’s time.

But this brief moment allowed Xuan Ming to react. At the last moment, he tilted his head, avoiding the fatal blow to his skull. Lu Qing's battle blade merely grazed his head, slicing into his shoulder.

Boom!

The blade struck Xuan Ming's shoulder but did not split him in two. The red cassock absorbed the impact, preventing the blade from cutting deeper into his body. Yet, while it could block the blade's edge, it couldn’t completely absorb the force of Lu Qing's strike. Under Lu Qing's immense strength, Xuan Ming's shoulder collapsed instantly, with countless bones shattered. The ground beneath him cracked layer by layer, forming a pit that half-buried him.

"Ah! Senior Brother Xuan Ming!"

"You little beast, surrender your life!"

"Evil demon, die!"

Seeing Xuan Ming struck into the ground, his life and death unknown, the other elders of Xuankong Mountain roared in rage.

They had already been on guard after seeing Lu Qing break free from the calming golden light of the Vajra Demon Subduing Staff, but they hadn’t expected Lu Qing to be so terrifyingly fast. Despite their precautions, they couldn’t react in time and were unable to stop him from attacking Senior Brother Xuan Ming.

In their grief and anger, the Xuankong Mountain elders immediately charged at Lu Qing, attacking with fists, feet, staffs, and swords, each using their most powerful techniques to surround him.

Xuan Ming might not be skilled in close combat, but his junior brothers were all accomplished martial artists at the Precelestial Realm’s peak. Their combined force instantly created a terrifying pressure that shattered the air around them, crushing towards Lu Qing.

The momentum was so fearsome that even the spectators were shaken.

"Haha, come on!"

Facing the siege of five top martial artists from the secret realm, all at the peak of the Precelestial Realm, Lu Qing showed no fear. Instead, he laughed heartily and did something unexpected. He let go of his battle blade, allowing it to fall to the ground, and clenched his fists.

The next moment, an earth-shattering roar erupted from Lu Qing's mouth. The sound was like waves, like thunder, like dragons, like tigers, shaking the very soul. The powerful sonic wave shattered the turbulent energy from the five Xuankong Mountain elders, making it impossible for them to pose any threat to Lu Qing.

In the instant that he broke their energy with a roar, Lu Qing didn’t hesitate. He used the momentum of his roar, twisted his foot, and as the ground deformed beneath his step, his body shot out a layer of white mist as he charged at one of the Xuankong Mountain elders.

Although this process seemed complex, it all happened within the span of a single breath. By the time Lu Qing charged at the Xuankong Mountain elder, the others' attacks had yet to land on him.

The first person Lu Qing targeted was a burly monk with no weapons. This man had a large frame, with arms so thick and strong they exuded immense power. It was evident that his physical body was incredibly well-trained, making him a top expert in martial arts.

In the martial path, once one steps into the Precelestial Realm, they can cultivate Precelestial true qi, enabling them to release qi and condense it into forms like sword qi or blade qi for long-range attacks. However, not all martial artists choose this path. Some choose to use their true qi to temper their bodies, refining them to be even stronger. Such martial artists have physical bodies far superior to ordinary Precelestial Realm warriors and possess greater raw strength, often specializing in close combat techniques.

The monk that Lu Qing charged at was precisely a martial artist who focused on body cultivation and excelled in close combat. Seeing Lu Qing abandon his blade and charge at him barehanded, the monk sneered.

"Kid, you’re courting death!"

His broad, red hands, as large as fans, turned blood-red as they gathered the air around them and struck towards Lu Qing's body with immense force.

Roar!

Facing the monk's ferocious strike, Lu Qing’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t even attempt to dodge. The sound of dragons and tigers roared from his body as his hands clenched into fists. His fists, gleaming like white jade, launched forward like twin dragons emerging from the sea, colliding with the monk's massive red hands.

Boom!

Fist met palm, and powerful energy exploded in all directions.

The monk's hands were much larger than Lu Qing’s fists, giving him the apparent advantage. However, as soon as Lu Qing's fists connected with his palms, the monk's expression changed drastically.

He felt an unfathomable force, as vast as the sea, emanating from Lu Qing's fists. It was as if he had struck not fists but two immovable mountains.

Under the overwhelming power of Lu Qing, the monk's hands instantly twisted and deformed, exploding into a mist of blood. His arms shattered, his flesh turned to blood mist, and his bones were pulverized, scattering in all directions.

"Ah!"

Both of the monk's arms were destroyed by Lu Qing, and the excruciating pain made him scream uncontrollably.

However, before he could even finish his scream, Lu Qing had already followed the momentum of his fists, closing the distance, and with his shoulder as a shield, he slammed into the monk's chest.

Given Lu Qing's current strength, the impact was immense. The monk felt as if he had been struck by a battering ram. His ribs shattered, and his internal organs were crushed into pulp. His large body was sent flying, smashing through two walls before finally coming to a stop.

But by then, he was already more dead than alive.

Boom!

Lu Qing, however, paid no attention to any of this. When he slammed into the monk, he already knew the man was dead. So, as soon as he sent the monk flying, he used the rebound force to propel himself towards another monk, this one wielding a meditation staff. Accompanied by the roars of tigers and dragons, Lu Qing unleashed another punch.

The monk wielding the meditation staff saw the fate of his fellow disciple, but there was no time for grief. His eyes widened as he gathered his breath and thrust his staff towards Lu Qing’s chest, determined to fight to the death.

But Lu Qing wasn’t about to let things go as planned. After comprehending the profound Dao Rhythms of World Origin Qi and undergoing the baptism of the heavenly tribulation, his understanding of the “Intention” Realm had broken through to a mysterious and unfathomable level. His fist technique had also greatly advanced.

Facing the monk's desperate attack, Lu Qing only needed to slightly twist his foot. His body softened like a serpent, twisting around the staff like a dragon. His fist didn’t lose momentum and slammed into the monk's chest.

After being reshaped by the heavenly tribulation, Lu Qing's Precelestial Body had become unbelievably powerful. This punch carried as much force as when he slammed into the first monk. The sound of bones shattering echoed as the monk's chest caved in, and he flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth.

"You little beast, die!"

After Lu Qing had taken out two of their number, the remaining three Xuankong Mountain elders finally caught up and attacked him together. The first was a red-robed monk wielding a戒刀, who conjured layers of blade light that enveloped Lu Qing. The blade light was filled with a sinister aura, exuding killing intent as if the hellish asura had returned to life, intending to cut Lu Qing down.

As the blade-wielding monk unleashed his attack, the other two monks, one wielding a short staff and the other using fists, also launched their assaults at Lu Qing.

"Using a blade in front of me?"

Facing the combined assault of

the three monks, Lu Qing let out a cold snort. He didn’t dodge or evade, but instead moved forward to meet the oncoming blade light. With a slight stretch of his hand, the next moment, the blade light vanished, and the戒刀 in the monk's hand was caught by Lu Qing, unable to move.

"Impossible!"

The monk's eyes filled with disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend how his blade technique could be so easily broken by someone barehanded.

But just as he was stunned, his arm went numb, and before he knew it, the戒刀 had been snatched from his hand by Lu Qing.

With the戒刀 in hand, Lu Qing casually swung it twice, forcing the other two Xuankong Mountain elders to retreat. Then, with a horizontal slash, he cut towards the monk who originally wielded the刀.

The blade light flashed, and the monk only felt the world spin before losing consciousness.

"Junior Brother Xuan Yi!"

"You little beast, die!"

The remaining two Xuankong Mountain elders, seeing their fellow monk beheaded by Lu Qing, went mad with rage. They disregarded everything, pushing their full power as they charged at Lu Qing.

But unfortunately for them, against Lu Qing, who was strong enough to make anyone despair, their attacks were destined to be futile. Within a few moments, Lu Qing easily killed them with the戒刀.

Poof!

After seeing Lu Qing decapitate the last Xuankong Mountain elder, silence fell over the scene.

All the surrounding experts stared at him in shock. Many of them even showed traces of fear in their eyes. They couldn’t help it—this battle had been too overwhelming.

It must be understood that those who had besieged Lu Qing were the elders of Xuankong Mountain. These elders were all at the peak of the Precelestial Realm, and because they hailed from a secret realm, their strength was far greater than that of ordinary Precelestial experts. Yet, in front of Lu Qing, their strength seemed like a joke. Even with five of them attacking together, they couldn’t even scratch Lu Qing’s clothes. Instead, they were easily defeated and killed one by one.

Whether it was Lu Qing's strange movement technique, his overwhelming strength, or his fearsome blade technique, all of it had left an indelible impression on everyone’s hearts.

Even though the battle had ended, everyone continued to stare at Lu Qing in fear, not daring to say a word, afraid that any misstep would provoke this terrifying god of death.

Even Yangming, a powerful expert from the secret realm, remained silent.

As for the young monks who had been cut in half by Lu Qing but had not died, they were now trembling in fear, not daring to make a sound, terrified that Lu Qing might notice them.

In a dark, unnoticed corner far away, a shadow was also trembling slightly, full of disbelief: "How can he be so powerful? What kind of monster is this boy?"

"Hmm?"

Amidst the silence, Lu Qing suddenly let out a small sound of surprise and turned his head to look at where Xuan Ming lay.

"Old bald donkey, I didn’t expect you to survive."

Everyone froze and looked over at Xuan Ming.

At this moment, Xuan Ming was in an incredibly miserable state. Half of his body was buried in the ground, his exposed shoulder had collapsed, and even one of his ears had been sliced off. His hair was disheveled, his face covered in dirt, and his body soaked in blood—he no longer had the appearance of a high monk.

However, Xuan Ming’s breath was completely gone, making him look like a dead man, not at all as if he was still alive as Lu Qing had said.

"Playing dead, are you?"

Lu Qing smiled lightly, and with a kick, a stone flew towards Xuan Ming's head with a sharp whistle.

Just as the stone was about to shatter Xuan Ming's head, a red light suddenly appeared, rippling out to block the stone.

"Amitabha, Lu benefactor, do you really intend to wipe us out completely?"

Xuan Ming’s eyes opened, looking at Lu Qing with grief and indignation.

Seeing Xuan Ming open his eyes, the crowd was shaken. They finally realized that he had been playing dead. As they marveled at the profoundness of Xuankong Mountain’s method of concealing one’s breath, they also grew more respectful of Lu Qing.

Even though so many of them hadn’t noticed Xuan Ming’s deception, this young man had seen through it at a glance. It was hard to imagine how powerful he really was.

"Completely wipe you out?" Lu Qing’s expression was indifferent. "That’s right. None of you bald donkeys from Xuankong Mountain will leave here alive."

With that, he raised his wrist, and a blade of qi flew towards Xuan Ming.

This blade of qi was concentrated with Lu Qing's spirit, and even though Xuan Ming was protected by red light, it was unlikely to withstand the attack.

Indeed, as the blade of qi neared, the red light around Xuan Ming reappeared, but it only lasted for half a breath before being shattered.

Just as Xuan Ming's eyes filled with terror, and he was about to have his head cut off, a sword qi suddenly appeared from nowhere, intercepting the blade of qi and dissipating it.

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