CHAPTER 422

“Junior Brother once used the Ten Thousand Arts Palm here to kill several Precelestial Realm cultivators.”

A man in a gray robe followed the Red Thread of Causality, tracing his path from the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains to a hillside at the outskirts.

Observing the Eight Trigrams Artifact’s deductions, he saw the scene of his junior brother employing magic in the past.

The terrified and despairing faces of the several Precelestial cultivators as they were crushed played out in vivid detail.

The gray-robed man’s expression remained indifferent. He had seen similar scenes repeatedly on his journey.

With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the images conjured by the Eight Trigrams Artifact. Just as he was about to continue following the Red Thread of Causality, he abruptly sensed something unusual.

Looking downward, he froze.

“This village…”

With his cultivation, a single glance revealed the array formations encircling the village below.

In such a remote and desolate place, a village protected by an array was highly unusual.

This realization made the gray-robed man wary.

As he prepared to deploy a technique to peer into the village’s secrets, a streak of light suddenly shot out from the village. In an instant, it appeared before him.

The light dissipated, revealing a young man standing mid-air, dozens of feet away. His expression was calm as he looked at the gray-robed man.

“Golden Core Realm!”

The gray-robed man was startled. Alarms blared in his mind as he quickly pieced together the situation.

Fixing his gaze on Lu Qing, he coldly asked, “It was you who killed my Junior Brother, wasn’t it?”

“Are you referring to the young man in white robes?” Lu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his tone unhurried. “Yes, I killed him.”

The gray-robed man’s eyes grew cold, and a bone-chilling killing intent emanated from him, spreading across the surroundings.

Suddenly, fierce winds arose, and the overwhelming pressure dispersed the clouds within a ten-mile radius.

When a cultivator at the Golden Core Realm became enraged, the heavens and earth themselves seemed to change in response.

This immense commotion naturally caught the attention of Doctor Chen, Lin Zhirui, and the others in the village.

Everyone rushed out of their houses, stunned by the sight of Lu Qing confronting the gray-robed man in the sky.

“It’s the white-robed man’s Senior Brother!”

Lin Zhirui instantly recognized the gray-robed man’s origin, his heart trembling in fear.

“That’s the Senior Brother of the white-robed man from a few days ago?!”

Wei Shanhai and the others were even more horrified upon hearing this.

Looking up at the sky, they could feel the oppressive aura radiating from the gray-robed man, leaving them breathless.

Although they had expected the white-robed man’s companions to come seeking vengeance, they were entirely unprepared for the reality of the encounter.

The aura emanating from this gray-robed man was far more terrifying than that of his Junior Brother.

If not for the protective array, they wouldn’t even have the courage to stand against such an imposing presence.

“Can Young Master Lu truly hold off such a terrifying foe?”

This question lingered in everyone’s hearts, leaving them with a deep sense of unease.

Only Doctor Chen appeared relatively calm, knowing that Lu Qing had already advanced to the Golden Core Realm, greatly increasing his strength.

Quietly, Doctor Chen activated the array to its maximum power, enhancing the village’s defenses.

“So, the treasures from the mystic realm were taken by you as well?”

The gray-robed man stared at Lu Qing, his voice sharp as he questioned him. Yet inwardly, he grew more and more vigilant.

He realized that he couldn’t gauge the young man’s strength.

Though Lu Qing exuded a faint Golden Core Realm aura, his actual cultivation level was indiscernible.

Such a situation usually indicated one of two possibilities:

* Lu Qing’s cultivation far surpassed his own.

* Lu Qing possessed a rare treasure that concealed his true power.

Neither scenario was favorable for the gray-robed man, especially since his Junior Brother had likely fallen to this individual.

While the gray-robed man found Lu Qing’s youthful appearance surprising, he quickly dismissed it.

At their level of cultivation, altering one’s appearance or maintaining a youthful visage was trivial. In fact, some Nascent Soul cultivators even preferred to appear as children.

Lu Qing, however, paid no attention to the gray-robed man’s words or his killing intent. Instead, he silently observed as information about his opponent appeared in his vision.

* Wu Qianfeng: True Disciple of the Heavenly Heart Sect, from the Thousand-Origin Great World.

* Cultivation: Mid-Grade Golden Core, Four Revolutions.

* Thousand-Origin Great World: Located in the Northern Frontier of the Great Yuan Immortal Domain, one of its top-tier great worlds.

* Carries a rare treasure with exceptional escape capabilities.

* Harbors deep hatred due to the death of his Junior Brother at your hands.

Seeing the details, Lu Qing understood.

This man and the white-robed youth were indeed from the same sect.

Previously, when Lu Qing had probed the white-robed youth’s information, it also revealed his identity as a disciple of the Heavenly Heart Sect from the Thousand-Origin Great World.

The Thousand-Origin Great World...

Lu Qing recalled that the demonic cultivator’s soul trapped in the Li Huo Cauldron had been from a great world known as the “Tianyuan Great World.”

Now another great world had emerged, along with mention of the Great Yuan Immortal Domain.

It seemed the outside world was far vaster than he had imagined.

“Young man, how dare you act so insolently!”

The gray-robed man’s anger flared when Lu Qing ignored him. Though wary, his pride as a cultivator of a great world could not abide such disrespect.

He did not regard Lu Qing, a so-called Golden Core cultivator of this small world, as a worthy opponent.

Yet, there was something unnerving about Lu Qing’s gaze, as though it could see through him entirely.

“Indeed, I took the treasures from the mystic realm,” Lu Qing replied calmly. “There’s no need to probe further—I’ve been waiting for you.

Now that you’re here, let us settle everything today.”

Recalling the villagers who had perished at the hands of the white-robed youth, a trace of killing intent flickered in Lu Qing’s eyes.

He extended his arm, fingers splayed wide, and invoked the laws of heaven and earth.

Instantly, the surrounding spiritual energy surged, and the laws of heaven and earth fluctuated.

A massive, translucent palm radiating a glassy brilliance formed in front of Lu Qing. With overwhelming momentum, it struck toward the gray-robed man.

“Ten Thousand Arts Palm?!”

The gray-robed man was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.