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Chapter 205: Soul-Annihilating! Kill!
Thud!
Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren's body slammed into a tree, spewing another mouthful of blood. Blood continued to gush from the ragged stumps of her limbs.
But she had to admit—Xian Tian Jing’s vitality was truly formidable. Even after such devastating injuries, the old woman remained alive, not even unconscious. Instantly, she channeled the last remnants of her Xian Tian Qi, sealing the acupoints in her limbs to prevent herself from bleeding out.
"Turns out you're afraid of dying too. I thought you were truly fearless," Lu Qing said, his voice calm and dripping with mockery.
Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren lifted her head, her eyes now burning with more than mere venom—fear, disbelief, and horror.
"A little monster… what are you?" she thought, her mind reeling. She couldn’t fathom how she, a Xian Tian Jing master, had been utterly crushed in a pure strength clash by a Hou Tian Jing warrior.
Lu Qing’s previous slash had been unstoppable—ferocious, overwhelming. She, a seasoned Xian Tian Jing, had been utterly unable to resist. Her spiritual weapon had been shattered and sent flying, her internal organs violently shaken.
Could this truly be the strength of a Hou Tian Jing?
What kind of terrifying monster was this boy?!
Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren stared at Lu Qing, her entire world crumbling. In that moment, the hatred for her grandson faded into oblivion. All she cared about was uncovering the truth—who was he?
"I told you before," Lu Qing said softly, "if you want to know who I am, go find out in the underworld."
"Why didn’t I kill you right away?" he continued. "Simple. I wanted you to feel just a fraction of the agony the girl once endured."
Her eyes snapped wide. "You… you’re her relative?"
Memories flooded back—the beautiful woman who had seduced her eldest son. The one she had hacked to pieces, left broken and screaming, then sealed into her son’s tomb as his eternal companion.
She almost laughed. At last, she had found a way to strike back at this boy.
But Lu Qing’s next words froze her.
"No," he shook his head. "I’m just an ordinary person who dislikes you. I have no connection to her. And your precious grandson? I disposed of him myself when I destroyed the Qi Sha Lou Outpost. No grudge. Just… I didn’t like him. To me, he was nothing more than a filthy insect—easily crushed. And now, so are you."
The insult—comparing her to a vermin—was too much.
Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren could no longer contain herself. Her teeth ground together, eyes blazing with murderous fury, as if she wanted to devour him alive.
Yet Lu Qing remained utterly unshaken. He spoke slowly, deliberately.
"Oh, and I destroyed your grandson’s corpse—ensuring he’ll never be reborn. Should I go next and tear apart your son’s grave? Free the soul of that poor woman?"
"You dare!" Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren’s face twisted in terror. Her voice cracked with venom. "If you touch my son’s tomb, even as a ghost, I’ll never let you rest! I’ll become a vengeful spirit, haunting you for eternity—may you suffer every second of your existence!"
"Think you’ll even get to be a ghost?" Lu Qing sneered. "You should be grateful I don’t enjoy tormenting people. Otherwise, I’d make you taste every ounce of the agony she endured. But since you’re so eager for pain… after I kill you, I’ll go destroy your son’s grave. If you can become a ghost, so much the better—watch, as you see your beloved son’s tomb crumble before your eyes."
"You dare!"
Lu Qing’s words were like soul-piercing arrows, each one carving deep into her heart. Overwhelmed by rage and despair, she choked on blood, screaming in agony.
But there was no mercy.
With the precision of a blade through mist, Lu Qing raised his sword and brought it down.
"Stop!"
A thunderous shout echoed through the forest.
A streak of emerald sword qi shot forth, striking Lu Qing’s weapon in an attempt to halt the killing blow.
It was the refined elder and the others—finally arrived.
Hearing the voice, Zheng Jia Lao Fu Ren’s eyes lit up with desperate hope. "Lin Da Ge… save me…"
But the next moment, Lu Qing let out a cold, mocking chuckle.
His sword twisted in midair, dancing around the incoming sword qi with unnatural grace—then sliced cleanly across the old woman’s neck.
"No!"
Her face twisted in final horror.
Swish!
A head tumbled through the air, blood spraying like a crimson fountain before splattering into the earth. Her expression remained frozen in terror.
"Yun Mei!"
A cry of soul-wrenching grief tore through the air, followed by a barrage of razor-sharp sword qi lashing toward Lu Qing.
Golden light flared around Lu Qing’s body. He raised his sword and deflected the attacks with a single, effortless slash. Then he turned, eyes sharp and cold, toward the newcomers.
"Who are you to interfere?" he asked, voice edged with disdain. "Are you here to avenge this wicked woman?"
Though he sensed the presence of multiple Xian Tian Jing masters—each one formidable—Lu Qing showed no fear.
In truth, he had sensed their approach long before. He was merely surprised that the elderly man in the green robe had suddenly attacked him.
Didn’t the rumors say this old woman had no allies? That she clashed with every other Xian Tian Jing under Zhou Fu Cheng’s banner?
Apparently, legends were not to be trusted.
"Lin Xian Sheng, calm down!" the silver-haired, youthful-faced elder reached out, blocking the refined elder’s advance. His tone carried weariness.
His friend still carried lingering affection for the old woman—even now, in this moment, he was losing control.
But the sight before him chilled him to the bone.
The old woman—dead. Slain in a single stroke. Her limbs severed, her head severed clean off.
How long had it been since they’d left the city?
The City Lord and the pale-faced man stood frozen in shock.
They had come out to see who had provoked the old woman—only to witness her execution.
Her body, mangled beyond recognition. A Xian Tian Jing master, reduced to a lifeless, severed form.
Even though they’d disliked her, they knew her strength.
If she had fought to the death, even they wouldn’t have guaranteed victory.
Who, then, was this man—so swift, so merciless, so utterly capable of such a slaughter?
Unconsciously, the eyes of all the Xian Tian Jing masters turned to Lu Qing.
(End of Chapter)
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