Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Killing the Heart, the Destruction of Hanging Mountain

“Awesome! I haven’t felt this good in ages!”

High in the sky, the Lihuo Cauldron had shrunk to human-sized size and flew back to Lu Qing’s side.

The Chilong transformed by “Yan” still coiled around the cauldron,

its eyes brimming with excitement.

Ever since it was damaged tens of thousands of years ago, it hadn’t unleashed its full power like this in ages.

But…

“This old fellow’s still alive?”

“Yan” asked in amazement, looking down below.

The previous attack had already delivered only a tenth of its peak power.

Remember, at its peak, it was wielded by a powerful Yuanshen master.

This old monk, barely entering the Jindan realm, had managed to resist death—a truly remarkable feat.

Lu Qing also gazed downward.

The massive jade platform had long since vanished, leaving only a vast crater in its place.

Within the crater, the Xuankong Mountain Master lay in a horrible state.

Half his body had vanished, and the remaining half had been nearly melted.

Only his head remained, barely intact.

Were it not for the immense vitality of the Golden Core realm, he would have perished completely, his body and soul annihilated.   Even

if he hadn’t died, the abbot of Xuankong Mountain was severely injured. His mana-powered golden core was nearly shattered, and his brow acupoint was on the verge of collapse.   Even if he could recover from such injuries, his realm would inevitably regress, making it impossible   for him to make any further progress. Lying facedown in the deep pit, looking at the unharmed Lu Qing, the abbot of Xuankong Mountain was filled with despair.   He hadn’t expected this evil demon to be so powerful.   Even with the temple’s forbidden techniques and the power of his spiritual artifacts, he couldn’t harm him in the slightest.   Seeing Lu Qing, whose breath hadn’t even faded, the abbot of Xuankong Mountain knew that avenging the temple’s disciples on his own was impossible.   Furthermore, after the devastating collision, the remaining disciples on the mountain couldn’t withstand it and were likely dead. This   meant that he was now the only one left alive in Xuankong Mountain, a legacy passed down for tens of thousands of years.   At this thought, the abbot’s eyes once again flashed with deep resentment.   ”Evil demon, don’t be so complacent. Although my Hanging Mountain is gone, don’t even think you’ll have an easy time!   I’ll perish with you!”   He spat a golden bead from his mouth and crushed it.   As he crushed the bead, the entire secret realm suddenly shook.   Then, the giant mountain, which had been suspended in the air, began to tremble and slowly fell.   The space within the secret realm began to vibrate even more.   At the same time, Lu Qing sensed a deeply dangerous aura emanating from the mountain.   ”Oh no! That old bald ass wants to self-destruct his spiritual artifact and completely destroy this secret realm!”   Yan suddenly exclaimed, “This secret realm has existed for tens of thousands of years thanks to that spiritual artifact, which maintains its spatial stability.   If that spiritual artifact explodes, the spatial stability will be destroyed, and this secret realm will be annihilated!”   ”Hahaha, I didn’t expect a reptile like you to have some insight.”   The host of Hanging Mountain laughed wildly at Yan’s words.   ”But even if you did, what good would it do? The formation maintaining the secret realm’s exit was destroyed in the previous collision.   You have no way to escape. Be buried here with me, Xuankong Mountain!”   The Xuankong Mountain abbot stared at Lu Qing intently.   With his heart set on death, determined to perish together, what he most desired was to witness his enemy’s final struggle and despair.   If he could witness this evil demon’s despair before his death,   that would be the perfect funeral song for him.

However, to the abbot of Xuankong Mountain’s disappointment, even after hearing he’d been buried here, he saw no sign of panic in the demon.

From beginning to end, his expression remained remarkably calm, without even a flicker of emotion.

Instead, Yan, upon hearing this, seemed anxious.

“Young Master, what should we do? The destruction of this secret realm is a serious matter.

Even a powerful Yuanshen might not be able to withstand the raging spatial forces.

How about you hide in the Lihuo Cauldron, and we’ll seize the moment the secret realm crumbles and force our way out?”

Yan anxiously sent a telepathic message to Lu Qing’s soul.

He hadn’t anticipated that this old bald man from Xuankong Mountain would be so mad as to directly detonate the entire secret realm.

“No need,”

Lu Qing flatly rejected Yan’s suggestion.

Although the Lihuo Cauldron was a mid-grade spiritual artifact, nurtured by him for so long since its spiritual energy revived, and infused with a significant amount of meteorite iron,

it was still a bit far from its former peak.

If we force our way out like this, let alone whether we can get out successfully.

Even if we can succeed in getting out, the power will be greatly reduced under the crushing force of the violent space, and we will suffer heavy damage again.

Lu Qing finally restored most of the power of the Lihuo Ding, so how could he let it be damaged again.

Looking at the abbot of Xuankong Mountain lying in the deep pit, slowly descending along with the giant mountain.

A hint of sarcasm appeared in Lu Qing’s eyes.

“Old bald donkey, do you really think that this mere secret space can trap me?”

“What did you say?”

The abbot of Xuankong Mountain glared.

Then the next moment, he saw a small silver boat suddenly appear in Lu Qing’s hand.

“Do you want to know what this is?”

Lu Qing seemed to sense the abbot’s thoughts and weighed the boat in his hand.

He explained slowly, “This boat is called the Void Flying Boat. As the name suggests, its ability is to pierce space and travel through the void.

Naturally, even a small secret realm can’t stop it.”

“A Void Flying Boat? Impossible! How could such a rare treasure exist in the world?”

The Xuankong Mountain abbot stared at the boat in Lu Qing’s hand, shouting in disbelief.

“Whether it’s possible or not? You’ll see in a moment, old bald donkey. Since you want to destroy this secret realm, I won’t accompany you.

Perfect, destroy you and this filthy space together.”

Lu Qing swung a blade of energy, landing on the Xuankong Mountain abbot.

It directly slashed through his Dantian Qi Sea, completely destroying his already shattered magical elixir.

Already severely injured, the Xuankong Mountain abbot, further damaged, fell into a near-death state.

If it weren’t for a last vestige of unwillingness, keeping his mind strong, he would have already dissipated.

He stared at Lu Qing intently, refusing to believe that the tattered silver boat in Lu Qing’s hand could truly possess such miraculous powers.

But the next moment, the Xuankong Mountain Master saw it.

The silver boat in Lu Qing’s hand suddenly grew larger. Then, Lu Qing put away the Lihuo Ding and entered the flying boat.

Immediately afterwards, a strong spatial fluctuation appeared.

A ripple-shaped spatial vortex appeared, and the silver flying boat plunged into it, completely disappearing into the secret realm.

Seeing this scene, the Xuankong Mountain Master couldn’t help but understand that what the evil demon said was actually true.

His face suddenly showed an expression of utter despair.

“No!!!”

(End of this chapter)