Chapter 689

Lu Qing’s cave dwelling was suddenly attacked.

From the outside, a massive pillar of light descended from the heavens, engulfing the entire mountain peak.

In an instant, the entire peak shattered with a thunderous roar. Rocks and trees vaporized on the spot.

Within just a few breaths, the colossal mountain vanished, leaving behind only a massive crater.

As the pillar of light slowly dissipated, eight figures appeared in the sky above the pit, gazing downward.

“Is he dead?”

“Not sure. I don’t sense his aura.”

“No, he’s not dead! That abomination’s bloodline aura may have weakened, but I can still sense him below!”

“Even the might of a Hao Sun Realm strike couldn’t kill this fiend in one blow? Just how strong is his defense?”

“Perhaps he has some defensive artifact on him.”

“In any case, be cautious. This fiend is cunning and treacherous. Don’t let him slip away.”

“Hmph! We spent so long sealing off the space within a thousand li before striking. With the Ten Directions Pillars suppressing everything, if he still manages to escape, I’ll admit he has true skill!”

“Regardless, caution first. We only found his hiding place this time by catching him off guard. If he escapes now and realizes what happened, we’ll never track him again.”

“There’s movement! He’s trying to escape underground!”

“Hah, with the Ten Directions Pillars suppressing everything, today he won’t escape even if he sprouts wings!”

The eight figures communicated through Nascent Soul divine sense.

They were none other than the vice hall masters of the Holy Assembly, along with several demon kings.

Compared to the last encounter, the demon clan had gained another king, while the Holy Assembly had brought along an additional Daoist.

That Daoist sneered coldly and formed a hand seal.

At once, spatial power surged. The earth below rolled and hardened like solid refined steel, locking in the aura that was attempting to burrow away.

Boom!

The ground froze solid, making escape impossible.

The land erupted, and a figure emerged from beneath the earth. Who else could it be but Lu Qing?

All eight sets of eyes immediately locked onto him.

Lu Qing’s condition did not look good.

His body was covered in wounds, like a wax figure half-melted, a pitiful sight.

But once he appeared, his wounds began to knit back together at a frightening speed.

In just a few breaths, he had nearly recovered completely.

Seeing such terrifying regeneration, the gathered experts narrowed their eyes.

The demon kings in particular were shaken.

He had taken a Hao Sun Realm strike directly—not only surviving, but healing instantly.

This fiend’s vitality was even more terrifying than theirs.

On the ground, Lu Qing healed while coldly staring at the figures above.

He mulled over how his position had been discovered so easily.

Since condensing his Perfect Nascent Soul, he could shift his form and aura freely. His spiritual artifacts also concealed cause and effect. By all rights, they shouldn’t have been able to track him.

Xiaoli and Wuxing were the same—they had concealment artifacts and had cultivated the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon, rarely meeting outsiders. Tracking them should have been nearly impossible.

That left only one possibility.

Lu Qing’s eyes settled on a figure above—a middle-aged man with white jade horns, faint scales on his face, and a dragon’s tail swaying behind him.

Lu Qing immediately activated his spiritual power to appraise him.

“Fiend, your life is stubborn indeed. Even the Flame-Exterminating Divine Light of the Hao Sun Realm couldn’t kill you. But no matter how sly you are, today you die here, to pay for my disciple’s life!”

The Daoist in the sky shouted coldly at him.

The others stared at Lu Qing, not moving.

After all, the space within a thousand li was sealed by the Ten Directions Pillars. Even with a spatial artifact, he couldn’t use it. He was a turtle in a jar.

They weren’t in a rush—they wanted to savor his despair.

By then, Lu Qing had finished his appraisal.

“So it’s the Flood Dragon Clan’s patriarch, a five-tribulation demon king who commands spatial power. With bloodline detection, you tracked Xiaobai, and thus me.”

Now he understood.

The Flood Dragon Clan shared bloodlines. This patriarch used a secret bloodline technique to sense Xiaobai’s location, thereby exposing Lu Qing.

Unaware of this ability, he had left a single flaw, and they exploited it.

If not for his nearly indestructible body and boundless vitality, he would’ve perished instantly.

Though his injuries were gone, the situation remained dire.

When the attack hit, he had tried using a Transmission Talisman, only to find space sealed—the talisman failed.

Even trying to burrow away was futile. The earth veins for a thousand li were under their control.

Clearly, they had prepared meticulously, leaving him no chance to flee.

True, he still had the Void Flying Boat, which might forcefully break space. But it required time to activate, and those eight Nascent Soul five-tribulation experts would never allow it.

And even if he escaped, could the Li Huo Cauldron conceal Xiaobai from their bloodline detection? He wasn’t certain.

Escape wasn’t guaranteed.

“A true dead end this time.” Lu Qing sighed inwardly.

Since leaving his home world, he had never faced such mortal danger.

The only option left was his ultimate trump card.

But…

If he was forced to use it, he couldn’t just flee. He had to make them pay.

He would leave them with a “gift.”

Resolute fighting spirit surged through him.

He raised his head and laughed loudly.

“Hahaha! Truly an honor! Eight five-tribulation Nascent Soul experts joined forces, set up a great array, all to catch me, a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Once word spreads, I, Lu Qing, will be famous across the world!”

“Fiend, don’t waste your breath on cheap tricks. No matter your words, today you perish. Your massacres of countless human and demon Nascent Souls, your cruelty and malice—heaven and earth themselves reject you! Submit, or we shall annihilate your body and soul, never to reincarnate!”

The Daoist’s voice boomed like divine thunder, crashing down from the sky.

The seven others glared, their killing intent palpable.

They were ready—if he made a single move, they would obliterate him.

“Is that so?”

Lu Qing felt the crushing pressure, yet his eyes held no fear. Only burning battlelust.

He flicked his wrist, and a golden staff appeared in his hand.

His body surged, swelling into a hundred-zhang-tall giant.

The golden staff expanded with him, towering like a mountain pillar.

“Let’s see if you can kill me!”

He roared like a primordial giant, voice booming like a war drum.

“This fiend’s might…”

They had seen memories of him transforming before. Yet facing his True Witch body in person still shook them.

Even compared to the demon kings’ true forms, his aura was overwhelming.

“Is he really just early-stage Nascent Soul?”

The thought flashed in every mind.

The demon kings glared at his golden staff with murder in their eyes.

“That’s King Zhenwu’s Heaven-Pillar Staff! He really did fall to you.”

The White Ape King’s eyes burned.

“You mean that monkey? Indeed. I crushed him with my own hands,” Lu Qing said flatly.

In truth, Zhenwu perished from Elder Xing’s self-detonation. But stirring rage was useful now.

The White Ape King erupted with fury.

“Fiend! You die today!”

He swelled into a colossal white ape, descending from the sky to stomp Lu Qing’s head.

The stomp distorted space, suppressed only by the Ten Directions Pillars.

“White Ape King!”

The human experts flinched.

But the Elephant King stopped them. “Let him vent first. Zhenwu was his tribe’s pride. If he can’t strike back, he’ll go mad.”

The humans frowned. One vice hall master scowled in disdain.

“Beasts. Arrogant, faithless beasts. We agreed to strike together!”

But even as they quarreled, the White Ape’s foot crashed down.

“Hahaha, excellent!”

Lu Qing showed no fear. He swung the Heaven-Pillar Staff upward, smashing into the ape’s descending foot.

Boom!

The impact shook heaven and earth. Energy shockwaves blasted out in all directions.

The ground split. Space itself distorted, nearly shattering.

“Damn it!”

The Daoist hastily reinforced the suppression, stabilizing the space.

But relief turned to shock.

For after less than a breath, the White Ape King was forced back, hurled upward by Lu Qing’s strike.

“Old monkey, you dare fight me hand-to-hand? I’ll teach you what death feels like!”

Lu Qing stomped down, vaulted upward, and raised the staff high.

The strike he swung could split heaven itself.

With the True Witch body and the staff’s brute force amplification, his power was cataclysmic.

Even the other seven experts blanched.

The White Ape King, staring up, felt death looming.

“Fiend, don’t be arrogant!”

He roared, drawing a white staff of his own, meeting the descending blow.

Boom!

The clash blasted him from the sky, smashing him into the earth, crumpling mountains and flattening the land.

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