“Spatial Rift!”

When the Nascent Soul cultivators saw the black fissure carved into the air by Lu Qing’s fist, their bodies all trembled violently.

They recognized it immediately—the legendary spatial rift!

Lu Qing’s punch had actually torn open space itself.

How could they not be utterly shaken?

After all, the Tianyuan Great World was one of the most vast and stable main worlds within the Great Yuan Immortal Domain. Its spatial laws were incredibly firm.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator found it difficult to disturb, let alone rupture.

Only those who had stepped into the fifth tribulation of the Nascent Soul Realm, and possessed profound comprehension of the laws of space, could wield spatial power freely—distorting and tearing open space, using Spatial Transference and other profound techniques.

For ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, even the strongest among them, only a fabled spatial treasure could allow them to break through space.

Even Elder Xing, at the peak of the fourth tribulation, could at most cause slight tremors in space. To slice open a rift with swordplay alone was all but impossible.

But now, it was clear to all that the rift trailing Lu Qing’s fist was not the work of some artifact.

It was sheer, unadulterated fist force that had smashed it open.

The might behind that punch was beyond imagination.

“Spatial rift?”

King Zhenwu too had seen the black fissure Lu Qing’s strike had carved. A flash of shock flickered through his brutal eyes.

But it was gone in the blink of an eye.

For in the instant that all the Nascent Soul cultivators reeled in disbelief, Lu Qing’s fist had already collided with King Zhenwu’s own.

The space between them twisted violently, vibrating as though about to collapse.

The very next heartbeat, King Zhenwu’s face changed drastically.

It was as if Lu Qing’s punch carried the weight of a collapsing heaven. His fist intent was devastating beyond reason.

The moment of contact, King Zhenwu’s own fist strength was shattered, pain flooding his nerves.

His fist—and arm along with it—exploded into fragments.

Lu Qing had blown apart his arm with a single punch!

The blow’s momentum did not end there. It slammed into King Zhenwu’s chest, blasting open a bloody hole, blood spraying as his massive frame tumbled backward through the air.

Rip!

As he was sent flying, the very space between them ripped like a cloth torn in half, opening into a vast jagged fissure. Black spatial turbulence surged out, an unthinkable sight in the supposedly unbreakable Tianyuan Great World.

But the world’s laws quickly healed the wound. The rift began to close under the pressure of the realm’s own spatial force.

Even so, the Nascent Soul experts watching from afar trembled in heart and soul.

“Fist that shatters the void… this fiend’s power has reached the point of tearing space with his bare hands. Didn’t he just pass his tribulation?”

A human Nascent Soul cultivator cried out in horror.

“Even with the Demon Ape True Body, King Zhenwu still can’t match him?”

A demon Nascent Soul cultivator was equally aghast.

But what shocked them most was still ahead.

“Roar! Boy, you must die!”

King Zhenwu rolled through the air for several miles before he could barely steady himself.

He looked utterly wretched.

One arm obliterated. His chest pierced through, his inner organs faintly visible. Spatial turbulence had carved bloody gashes across his so-called indestructible Demon Ape True Body.

Once hailed as impervious to weapons, now brittle as porcelain before Lu Qing’s fist.

Yet despite his grievous wounds, King Zhenwu’s aura had barely diminished.

A half-step into the fifth tribulation of the Nascent Soul Realm—his vitality was monstrous. Unless his head was crushed or his heart destroyed, even losing a limb could not cripple his origin.

Already, his body was rapidly regenerating. The hole in his chest sealed shut, and even the shattered arm was beginning to grow anew.

But Lu Qing would not grant him the chance to fully recover.

With a step, spatial ripples spread beneath his foot. His figure vanished, reappearing instantly before King Zhenwu. Another punch blasted forth, a rift opening in its wake.

King Zhenwu’s scalp prickled.

How could this human’s fleshly body outmatch even a demon’s? How could spatial turbulence not harm him?

Hadn’t he just crossed the Nascent Soul Tribulation? How was his power even more terrifying than a half-step fifth tribulation demon king?

A storm of thoughts flashed through his mind, but the annihilating fist-force silenced them.

Not daring to take it lightly, he summoned a golden staff into his left hand, thrusting it like a pillar into Lu Qing’s fist.

Boom!

The golden giant staff struck head-on. Space tore open once more, King Zhenwu blasted back.

This time, he only retreated a few miles. His yet-unhealed wounds reopened, blood spurting, but no new grievous damage.

“What!?”

King Zhenwu’s roar was tinged with disbelief.

Even with his weapon, he was still forced back. Worse—his foe’s bare flesh endured unscathed against a mid-grade spiritual artifact.

“A mid-grade spiritual artifact?”

Lu Qing flexed his numbed wrist, surprised.

He’d thought this ape relied only on brute flesh. To think he’d kept a weapon hidden—one of decent grade, no less.

But Lu Qing’s current body, refined beyond limits after achieving Nascent Soul, was virtually indestructible. Even spatial turbulence could not harm him in the short term. Without it, he might have suffered some loss here.

“Hmm?”

Just as he prepared to strike again, a sword light flashed past him, brushing so close it nearly pierced his back.

The light landed beside King Zhenwu, revealing the gaunt figure of Elder Xing.

“Xing Jian, you—”

King Zhenwu blinked in surprise, but Elder Xing cut him off sharply.

“Enough pride, King Zhenwu. This fiend is beyond what either of us can handle alone. If we wish to slay him, we must join forces!”

King Zhenwu’s brows shot up. Instinctively he bristled at the suggestion.

But the memory of his defeats silenced him. His ultimate cards had failed. He had to admit, on his own he could not prevail.

So at last he nodded. “Very well. Just this once, I will join with you.”

Relief crossed Elder Xing’s face—he had feared the ape’s arrogance would doom them.

Turning, he shouted: “And the rest of you—form up! Support us, and together we shall annihilate this fiend!”

The order was directed at the demon Nascent Souls.

Lu Qing noticed then that the human Nascent Souls had already formed a great array, ready while he battled King Zhenwu.

Now the demon Nascent Souls also began forming into formation.

Lu Qing only laughed softly.

“I told you to come at me together, but you insisted on waiting. No matter. My warm-up is over. Now, let’s get serious.”

Uproar spread through the ranks.

“Warm-up? That was just warm-up?”

“He wounded King Zhenwu with one punch—without going all out?”

“That’s impossible! He’s bluffing!”

Elder Xing scowled. “Steady your minds! Do not let his devilish words shake your hearts!”

“Hahaha! Devilish words, is it? Then allow me to show you what true power is!”

Lu Qing laughed, his gray, murky mana surging from his dantian and flooding his body.

In an instant, his aura swelled like a primordial beast reawakened, suffocating the heavens themselves.

The Nascent Souls blanched, feeling as though mountains pressed down upon them.

Among the demons, the weaker ones nearly collapsed outright, their bodies trembling as primal fear urged them to prostrate.

“You should feel honored.”

Lu Qing’s voice rolled across heaven and earth.

“This is the first time since my tribulation that I use my true strength. To die beneath my hand is your honor. Tell me—are you prepared for death?”

Arrogant words.

But none could refute them. Not even King Zhenwu.

For Lu Qing’s presence was overwhelming, the very space around him warping under the pressure of his aura.

“You mean… you truly weren’t using your full strength before?”

King Zhenwu’s voice rasped with disbelief.

Lu Qing gave no reply. His figure blurred, vanishing.

“King Zhenwu, beware!”

Elder Xing’s urgent soul-transmission jolted the ape’s mind clear.

But already, icy death loomed from above.

Looking up, he saw Lu Qing overhead, palm descending like the collapse of the firmament.

Everything vanished into darkness—save for that flawless white palm, pressing down like the fall of heaven itself.

“ROAR!”

King Zhenwu bellowed, madness overtaking him.

Blood mist erupted from his body, his hands clutching the golden staff with all his might. He thrust upward, channeling every ounce of power into a single strike.

If the palm was heaven, then he would pierce heaven!

In that instant, he even brushed closer to the fifth tribulation realm.

Hope flared in his eyes. If he survived this blow, he would step into the true demon king’s throne!

“Foolish delusion.”

Lu Qing’s gaze was ice.

His gray mana fused with his flesh, multiplying his strength severalfold.

Then his palm struck down upon the golden staff.

Boom!

A massive rift tore open, spatial turbulence flooding out.

The golden staff warped grotesquely under the force, slipping from King Zhenwu’s hands. It fell, smashing through his chest and pinning him in the air.

But even that was not the end.

Lu Qing’s palm force engulfed him whole.

The so-called indestructible Demon Ape True Body collapsed like wet paper, crushed into a mass of mangled flesh in less than a single breath.

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