Chapter 1239: Chapter 760

The terrifying might rampaged within the seventh level of the Physical Body Path.

Yu Jian and the others had retreated to the corner of the space, desperately channeling their Mana, maintaining a precarious Protective Technique.

But compared to this, what shocked them more was what happened ahead.

They tried hard to open their eyes wide, staring at the front, looking at that majestic figure, a towering body over a hundred feet tall.

"What kind of monster is that?"

At this moment, Yu Jian and the others had no other thoughts, just staring wide-eyed at the scene.

Just now, when Mo Tushan tried to attack again, they watched as Lu Qing’s figure disappeared from where he stood.

Replaced by a colossus more than ten times taller than Mo Tushan.

Then that giant struck down with a palm, instantly flattening Mo Tushan.

This impactful scene directly stunned them all.

They couldn’t imagine what Lu Qing was, being able to transform into such a terrifying giant.

"It seems like the True Witch Body of the Ancient Witch Clan, why can Ah Qing perform it?"

Within the Immortal Palace, the three of Old Cyan Dragon stared at everything happening on the screen, equally shocked.

Because they had used the Calming Mirror to check the bloodline, they were very sure that Lu Qing was a pure Human Race.

Yet why can he now display the Witch Body that only the legendary Ancient Witch Clan could use?

Moreover, from the aura Lu Qing was releasing now, he had obviously reached an extremely high realm, even surpassing his Sword Dao Cultivation.

For a moment, all three Mutant Beasts were filled with confusion and doubt.

Boom!

Under everyone’s dazed gaze, Lu Qing slowly raised his palm.

Beneath his palm, a mess of meat, entangled with Demonic Qi, was tightly stuck to the ground.

As Lu Qing raised his palm, that mess of meat began twisting and struggling again, Demonic Qi continuously gathering, attempting to reform the Physical Body.

At the same time, a strong wave of Primordial Spirit emanated: "Impossible, you can’t possibly have such power, I don’t believe it!"

It must be said, the robust Life Energy of the Eight Tribulation Primordial Spirit, even shattered to pieces, didn’t immediately demise.

Obviously, Mo Tushan was not completely dead, still wanting to struggle in vain.

But how could Lu Qing possibly give him this opportunity?

As his palm rose slightly, it struck down again with force.

Boom!

Mo Tushan’s barely formed Physical Body was once again blasted into meat paste.

The gathered Demonic Qi dispersed once more, becoming much darker, and the aura dropped significantly.

This palm directly caused much of Mo Tushan’s essence to vanish again.

Lu Qing, indifferent, raised his hand, striking down again.

Like this, with each palm of Lu Qing, Mo Tushan’s life grew weaker.

After seven palms, it was as weak as a candle in the wind, barely perceptible.

The mess of meat stuck tightly to the ground, no longer moving.

Lu Qing stopped, withdrew the True Witch Body, returning to his original Physical Body.

He shook his hand, having some understanding of his current strength.

Since stepping into the Five Tribulations realm, his True Witch Body had also reached the small success level.

The manifested Witch Body had actually reached a thousand feet in size.

Only limited by the space of the seventh level, thus restraining some of its might, keeping it at around a hundred feet.

Yet even so, Mo Tushan with Eight Tribulations Perfection Cultivation and wielding a superior Demon Treasure still couldn’t withstand a single palm of his.

Lu Qing realized that previously he had underestimated his own strength slightly.

Now, an Eight Tribulation Primordial Spirit was no match for him; as for Nine Tribulations, that would require an actual confrontation to be certain.

Walking up to the meat paste that Mo Tushan had become, Lu Qing sensed the faint life aura, expression indifferent.

In truth, if he wanted, just three palms would be enough to completely kill Mo Tushan.

The reason for putting more effort, slowly consuming his essence, was just to let Mo Tushan feel what despair truly meant.

Even now, leaving a trace of life was because he didn’t yet want Mo Tushan to die so soon.

"Demon Child, why aren’t you screaming anymore?"

Lu Qing flicked a wisp of transparent flame onto the mass of meat.

The terrifying temperature of the Nanming Leaving Fire caused the mass of meat to tremble.

A faint wave of Primordial Spirit, carrying fear, emanated: "You, what kind of monster are you?!"

"Just a Five Tribulation Primordial Spirit you look down upon as an ant." Lu Qing said indifferently.

Mo Tushan fell silent.

At this moment, he completely understood, from beginning to end, Lu Qing was merely pretending to be weak while being powerful.

And he was the real fool.

"Is it possible not to kill me, I can pay any price, whether it’s a Cultivation Technique or treasure, as long as you want it, I will do everything to get it for you." Mo Tushan pleaded.

Lu Qing smiled: "Do you know why I left you a trace of life, didn’t directly kill you?"

Mo Tushan trembled; he initially thought Lu Qing spared him to negotiate terms, igniting a glimmer of hope.

But now hearing Lu Qing’s words, he instinctively felt something was amiss, an icy chill surging from the depths of his Divine Soul.

Without waiting for him to speak, a wave of Divine Skills had already descended, enveloping him, extracting his exceedingly weak Primordial Spirit, trapping it in an Illusion Realm Space within Lu Qing’s palm.

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