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Chapter 279: Blade Shatters Divine Qi
When Lu Qing directly crushed the young monk in his hand, the entire arena fell into absolute silence.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the young man before them—how could he have the audacity to kill a disciple of Xuan Kong Shan in broad daylight?
After all, this was Xuan Kong Shan—the Four Secret Places, a legendary sect renowned for its countless cultivators and unfathomable depth. No one knew just how powerful they truly were. Even the great sects of Zhong Zhou held them in deep reverence.
In the past, even a lowly servant emerging from their secret sanctuaries was treated with utmost respect by Zhong Zhou’s major sects. To dare to offend them was unthinkable.
Now, seeing Lu Qing so coldly and decisively snap the neck of a Xuan Kong Shan disciple, the onlookers weren’t just shocked—they felt a surreal disbelief.
How could this boy even dare?!
Especially Lin Zhi Rui, whose heart trembled violently. “It’s over…”
Even the several senior monks from Xuan Kong Shan were momentarily stunned, their expressions frozen as the life force of the young monk faded beneath Lu Qing’s grip.
Then, a mournful scream tore through the air.
“Ah! Hui Xin! You little devil!”
It was Hui Xin’s master—his face twisted in agony, eyes bloodshot. In an instant, his red-robed figure surged forward like a crimson cloud, hurtling toward Lu Qing in a flash of rage.
“Come on, then.”
Lu Qing casually tossed the corpse to the ground, his wrist flicking as he drew the long blade at his side. Instantly, a wave of killing intent surged forth—crushing, overwhelming, shaking the very soul. A blade of dazzling white light sliced through the air, descending toward the furious monk.
“Die, you wretch!”
The senior monk, face etched with fury, raised his hands. Golden light flared around his palms as he charged straight toward the blade, refusing to retreat—daring to seize Lu Qing’s divine weapon with bare hands.
“Hmph?”
Lu Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly. These monks were known for their cunning, not recklessness. Was this a trap?
In that split second, his technique shifted—his blade, originally aimed at the monk’s palm, traced a subtle, intricate arc, bypassing the hand and slashing straight for the face.
The motion was seamless, natural, a masterstroke of swordcraft that revealed the true depth of Lu Qing’s art.
The senior monk had not expected such precision in the midst of chaos. Caught off guard, he barely managed to twist his head aside, avoiding the fatal strike to the face—but his shoulder was not so lucky.
The blade bit deep.
Clang!
But then, Lu Qing’s eyes widened.
His blade had struck, yet the monk showed no serious injury. The impact rang out like steel striking metal.
“So this is the Golden Body mentioned in the note?”
Lu Qing’s mind raced, recalling the information his Abilities Probe had revealed.
Yet…
Just one defensive qi shield—could it truly withstand my War Blade?
His eyes turned icy. The blade embedded in the monk’s shoulder trembled violently, vibrating with inhuman force.
With a sharp twist of his wrist, he dragged the blade sideways.
Shatter!
The monk’s shoulder erupted in a spray of blood. A deep, jagged gash tore from shoulder to abdomen—nearly cleaving him in two.
“Ah!”
Though it sounded like a long sequence, the entire exchange had unfolded in an instant.
The senior monk, stunned by the sheer ferocity of Lu Qing’s technique, realized too late that even his famed Golden Body—a defense said to repel blades and resist fire and water—had been pierced.
Roaring in pain, he staggered back in panic.
“Think you can escape?”
Lu Qing didn’t let up. With a single step, he surged forward, blade flashing again in a deadly arc.
The monk, now terrified, no longer dared to play hero. With a flick of his wrist, a short yellow copper staff slid from his sleeve, raised to block the descending blade.
Boom!
But he was unprepared—his defense lacked power and timing. The clash sent his stout body flying backward, crashing hard against the ground. Only the intervention of another senior monk prevented him from falling further.
Now safely back among his ranks, Lu Qing did not pursue. Instead, he stood tall, blade still raised, his expression calm and unshaken.
“Xuan Kong Shan… not so formidable after all.”
The crowd fell silent once more.
Had they really seen what they just witnessed?
“Did I just see… Hui Xin’s master—Xuan Nu—actually wounded by a single strike?”
“Xuan Nu’s Golden Body is said to be at the peak of mastery. Once activated, it can withstand even divine weapons. How could it be broken in one slash? Who is this boy?”
“And worse—did you notice? So far, he’s only used his physical strength. No trace of Xian Tian Qi!”
“No Xian Tian Qi… does that mean he’s only a Hou Tian Jing cultivator?”
Every eye in the arena was fixed on Lu Qing, stunned into silence.
The revelation was staggering. Especially for those who knew the true power of Xuan Nu—this was a Xian Tian Jing Mastery cultivator, a master of the legendary Golden Body technique, a defensive art so fearsome that even peer-level opponents struggled to breach it.
And yet, after years of silence, this legendary defense had been shattered—by a mere youth.
A Hou Tian Jing cultivator, defeating a Xian Tian Jing master from one of the Four Secret Places?
No one could comprehend it.
Their gazes toward Lu Qing were now a mix of awe and disbelief—how could such a thing be possible?
“Lu Qing, young master… has grown to such a level?”
Lin Zhi Rui stared, his face pale. He had suspected Lu Qing’s strength had vastly improved since two years ago. But he never imagined it had reached this point.
From the earlier punch shattering the array, to now this blade-slicing victory over a Xian Tian Jing master—Lu Qing’s power had long since surpassed anything he could have imagined.
Yet, amid the gasps and murmurs of the crowd, Lu Qing remained expressionless.
The truth behind his victory was simple.
First, the blade in his hand—forged from Celestial Meteor Iron, a divine weapon of unmatched sharpness, far superior to any ordinary divine weapon.
Second, the technique he used: Vibration-Drawn Sword Technique.
A method he had devised himself—rapidly vibrating the blade at extreme frequency, turning a single point into a force capable of piercing through even the most resilient defensive qi shields.
It required supreme control over the body and mastery of swordcraft—skills only a true genius could wield.
This was the first time he had used it in battle. And it had already delivered stunning results—almost cutting down a Xian Tian Jing master in one stroke.
“Xuan Kong Shan’s old monks,”
Lu Qing lowered his blade, voice calm, eyes cold.
“Any more of you wish to come and die?”
(End of Chapter)
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