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Chapter 204
“This is impossible!” Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren clutched her severed arm, staring at Lu Qing in disbelief.
The Lu Qing before her bore no trace of the exhaustion and weakness she had seen moments earlier. Instead, he radiated an overwhelming aura—powerful, surging, and suffocating. Even as a Xian Tian Jing cultivator, she felt her breath choke in her chest under the sheer pressure of his qi.
“Damn brat… just who are you?” Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren could not help but roar.
Shock had long since eclipsed the agony of her wound. She now realized—Lu Qing’s earlier frailty had all been an act.
But she could not comprehend how he had grown so strong. He wasn’t a Xian Tian Jing, yet he had unleashed such terrifying power.
That slash had come too fast—she hadn’t even had time to react. Only the instinct of a Xian Tian Jing’s spirit soul had saved her, allowing her to twist her body at the last moment. Otherwise, she wouldn’t just have lost an arm—she’d have been split in two.
And then there was the blade.
She had seen clearly—Lu Qing had been empty-handed, no weapon in sight. So where had that terrifyingly sharp long sword come from?
Could he have planned this all along? Had he hidden a weapon behind the boulder, waiting for her to come?
If so… this boy’s cunning was truly terrifying.
A storm of thoughts and suspicions surged through Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren’s mind—each one colder than the last.
“Save that question for the afterlife,” Lu Qing replied, not even bothering to answer.
He knew well the principle: strike when the enemy is weak.
Though she had lost an arm, the old woman still possessed formidable cultivation—no mere threat to dismiss.
Lu Qing had orchestrated everything, luring her far from the city, not for idle conversation.
So he struck without pause. Seizing the moment of her mental disarray, he unleashed another blinding slash, the blade flashing like winter frost.
“Brat! Don’t think you’ve won! Even if you stole my arm, the old ancestor still have strength enough to kill you!”
Having witnessed Lu Qing’s cold intellect and merciless cruelty, Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren knew this was no longer a fight—it was life or death. If she held back now, she would surely die here.
Without hesitation, she activated her Xian Tian Qi in a spiraling, irregular pattern, violently stimulating every major acupoint in her body.
Her aura surged—doubling in intensity in an instant.
With her remaining hand, she gripped her Dragon Head Cane and swung it like a war hammer, driving it straight at Lu Qing.
Clang!
The cane blocked Lu Qing’s sword, sending shockwaves through the air. The impact forced Lu Qing back several steps.
“Xian Tian Level Explosive Secret Technique?”
Lu Qing’s expression hardened. He recognized the technique instantly.
He wasn’t ignorant of such methods. After all, his mind housed the greatest Xian Tian Jing Heritage ever recorded—complete with its own Secret Technique inheritances.
In truth, the Xian Tian Level Explosive Secret Technique wasn’t so different from the Hou Tian Jing’s Qi Burst. Both worked by channeling inner energy to stimulate vital points, unlocking hidden potential for a sudden surge of power.
But Xian Tian Jing cultivators had undergone a transformation during their cultivation ascent—bathed in the laws of heaven and earth, their bodies fundamentally strengthened.
Ordinary Qi could no longer stimulate their flesh. Only the refined Xian Tian Qi could awaken their latent power.
And not all Explosive Secret Techniques were equal.
Most could only amplify strength by one fold. A technique that doubled power was already considered exceptional. One that achieved two-fold or more was exceedingly rare—so precious that even the greatest sects treasured it.
For a Xian Tian Jing cultivator, such a technique could mean life or death. In an instant, it could multiply their strength several times over—truly a life-saving secret.
Earlier, the only uncertainty in Lu Qing’s assessment of Zheng Jia Lao Zu’s strength had been the power of her Explosive Secret Technique.
Now, sensing only a one-fold increase in her aura, he knew: she wielded only the most basic version.
That simplified everything.
A cold glint flickered in Lu Qing’s eyes.
With a silent command, the golden orb swirling within his Brow Qi Cavity—surrounded by his Shen Hun Fu Lu—suddenly pulsed with light. A strange, powerful force surged from his forehead, instantly amplifying his body.
A faint, golden shimmer passed over him—so subtle it was almost invisible.
Then, a wave of overwhelming strength surged from within.
But under the iron control of his mighty Spirit Soul Power, it remained perfectly contained.
Golden Spirit Seal: Jin Gang Da Li Fu!
Feeling the surge of raw power, Lu Qing didn’t hesitate.
With a single step, he shattered the ground beneath him, and charged forward once more toward Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren.
Though it sounded complex, all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
From the moment she activated her technique and repelled him, to Lu Qing’s counterattack fueled by the seal—no more than a single breath had passed.
Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren, seeing Lu Qing stagger back, had felt a surge of relief.
She believed, no matter how cunning he was, no matter how many tricks he had, he was still only Hou Tian Jing.
Even with one arm gone, she still held the upper hand in strength.
Now, seeing him charge again, she sneered.
“Today, brat, you’ll learn what real Xian Tian Jing power feels like!”
Her Xian Tian Qi surged through her body. With every ounce of her will, she unleashed a masterful staff technique—aimed straight at Lu Qing’s chest.
This time, she held nothing back. One strike. One kill.
Lu Qing did not flinch.
He raised his blade, blocking head-on.
Boom!
The clash was brutal, unadorned—no fancy movements, only raw force.
The impact shattered the grass and soil around them, sending a storm of debris flying. The air screamed with violence.
Then—crack!
A withered, emaciated figure spat blood, flying backward in a gory arc.
Her Dragon Head Cane flew from her grip, soaring high into the sky.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Lu Qing didn’t stop.
Even as she was still airborne, he closed the distance in an instant, his War Blade flashing like lightning.
Three swift, merciless cuts.
Her remaining limbs—arms and legs—were severed clean off.
“AAAAHHHHHH!!”
The pain was unbearable. Even a Xian Tian Jing cultivator could not endure such agony.
The old woman screamed in utter despair.
And far away, several miles off, the refined elder and his companions—racing toward the scene—heard the scream.
Their faces paled instantly.
Their movements, already swift, accelerated further.
(End of Chapter)
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