Chapter 475 (2)
As the killing intent emanating from Lu Qing grew increasingly intense, the fear in everyone’s hearts deepened.
Yet, they were utterly suppressed, unable even to plead for rcy.
Noticing this, despair surfaced in many eyes.
Finally, just as so were about to be crushed to death under Lu Qing's oppressive aura—
Suddenly, the First Holy Lord let out a sigh and stepped forward. "Little Daoist Lu, that’s enough. Spare them for now."
"If this continues, so might not be able to withstand your aura and perish with their minds shattered."
"Senior Holy Lord, you are still too rciful," Lu Qing shook his head.
Nevertheless, he heeded the First Holy Lord's advice and withdrew his aura.
Bang! Bang! Bang! …
As Lu Qing retracted his oppressive force, nurous figures on the vast stone platform lost their balance and collapsed onto the ground.
They were drenched in sweat, gasping for air, their faces filled with the look of those who had just survived a calamity.
When they turned to look at Lu Qing, their gazes were now filled with pure terror.
Just now, they had truly believed they were about to be crushed to death under that terrifying pressure.
"Your Excellency…"
On the side of Cold Water Palace, the disciples looked at Lu Qing with indescribable reverence.
Earlier, their sect was one of the few spared from Lu Qing’s suppressive force.
Thus, they had a clearer view of how Lu Qing had single-handedly subdued all the powerful cultivators present—rely with his aura.
"His reputation is well deserved. As expected of the number one person in the world."
In the area where the Qingyang Temple stood, an elderly Daoist with white hair and beard wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Looking at the calm and composed Lu Qing in the center, he still felt lingering fear.
Unlike Cold Water Palace, Qingyang Temple had not been so fortunate—they too had been enveloped by Lu Qing’s overwhelming presence.
Even as a sect leader, he found himself completely immobilized under Lu Qing’s pressure.
No matter how he urged his Golden Core of Spiritual Power, he couldn't break free from that terrifying suppression.
Previously, the white-haired Daoist had held so confidence in his own strength.
But now, he had been made acutely aware—
Before Lu Qing, he was no different from the others. Equally powerless.
"This man is soone we can never afford to offend."
Within the Yunshui Secret Realm, a certain Golden Core Realm cultivator was filled with dread.
He had ventured out this ti carrying a treasured artifact from his sect, prepared for ergencies.
If anything unexpected occurred during the Holy Assembly, he could use his artifact to protect his sect's disciples.
But just now, when Lu Qing's oppressive force descended upon him—
To his horror, he found that the treasure within him refused to activate.
No matter how he tried to channel it, it remained sealed within his Dantian, completely suppressed!
At this mont, he fully understood—
Lu Qing's strength had long surpassed his comprehension.
Forget relying on a re treasure; even if he wielded a spiritual artifact, he feared it would still be useless before Lu Qing.
No— not just useless.
It was likely that even with a legendary spiritual artifact, he would still be unable to move under Lu Qing’s presence.
From this mont on, this Golden Core cultivator firmly etched Lu Qing's na into his mind as an untouchable existence that Yunshui Secret Realm must never provoke.
If even the three major secret realms had reached such a conclusion, then the other sects were even more terrified.
In their eyes, Lu Qing had beco the one they feared the most.
…
"ng Dian, does your Guiyuan Sect still aspire to be the leader of the Righteous Path?"
At this mont, Lu Qing’s voice rang out once more.
All eyes turned to ng Dian.
Under Lu Qing’s previous oppression, this previously arrogant and powerful Golden Core Realm cultivator had long lost his composure.
Having already suffered injuries earlier, he had been further damaged by Lu Qing’s aura, causing his condition to worsen.
His face was deathly pale, and his breath was weak.
Hearing Lu Qing’s words, his complexion turned even whiter.
A trace of fear flickered in his eyes.
Earlier, within Lu Qing’s oppressive force, he had tried to activate his trump card—an exotic treasure within his body.
But to his shock, this treasure, which had always demonstrated imnse power since he refined it, reacted as if it had encountered a predator.
No matter how he urged it, the treasure curled up deep within his Dantian, refusing to move.
It did not even dare release the slightest wisp of its aura.
Now that his greatest reliance had failed him, ng Dian faced Lu Qing with no confidence at all.
He let out a bitter laugh. "Your Excellency’s cultivation is unfathomable, far beyond my imagination. Among cultivators, strength is king. Since your power reigns supre, then naturally, the world shall follow your will."
"However, I stand by my words— we cultivators are not ant to be shackled."
"Even if you suppress the world with force, one day, a stronger genius will rise to shatter these chains!"
His words carried a resolute determination that stirred the hearts of many cultivators present.
No one had expected ng Dian to remain so steadfast even in such a desperate situation.
Many couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect.
So cultivators even felt a faint sense of resonance with his statent.
"Stubborn."
Lu Qing shook his head at ng Dian’s righteous display.
"Your confidence stems from that demonic treasure in your body, doesn’t it? It seems you have been deeply corrupted by its influence."
"In that case, let
see what lies behind it!"
As he spoke, Lu Qing stretched out his hand.
ng Dian’s expression changed drastically as he sensed imminent danger. His spiritual power surged, and a gray light appeared around him, signaling his attempt to escape.
But how could he possibly escape from Lu Qing’s grasp?
The mont his aura moved, an overwhelming suppression force descended upon him, sealing him in place.
Then, Lu Qing’s fingers clenched slightly.
A trendous force penetrated ng Dian’s body, directly into his Dantian.
Before the hidden entity inside could react, it was forcibly extracted.
"What are you doing!?"
ng Dian scread in terror.
But Lu Qing ignored him, tightening his grip.
The next mont, an eerie phenonon unfolded.
A gray ghostly claw was gradually pulled out from ng Dian’s Dantian.
The claw was grotesque, exuding a sinister aura.
Just looking at it made one's mind feel dizzy and filled with wicked thoughts.
Such a horrifying sight sent shockwaves through everyone present.
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