At the same time, Nangong Lu stood there dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.

"Could this person have come from another cultivation country?" he murmured to himself, even rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

Meanwhile, on the other side, through the Three-Color Restriction cage, Ghost Mastiff and Luo Lingling were overjoyed when they saw Zhou Qing was still alive.

But when they saw so many Spirit Seals, they were equally shocked.

"Eight thousand Spirit Seals..." Ghost Mastiff’s hand holding the spear trembled slightly, "When did this kid..."

Luo Lingling’s beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder: "Could it be the result of these two years in seclusion? But isn’t this too exaggerated?"

At this moment, the Purple Gold Thunder Light had fully formed, and its terrifying pressure made the whole world tremble.

Zhou Qing’s stern mask looked especially murderous under the reflection of the Thunder Light.

"Old thing, as courtesy demands, take this move of mine!"

Zhou Qing’s hands made a virtual grip, and the Thunder, infused with eight thousand Spirit Seals, began to collapse suddenly.

Space twisted at this moment, as if it couldn’t withstand this terrifying power.

The Thunder continued to compress, finally transforming into a long spear, only the thickness of an arm, but condensed to the extreme in purple-gold color.

Eight thousand Spirit Seals flowed along the spear shaft, each containing destructive power.

At the spear’s tip, space had completely shattered, revealing a pitch-black void fissure.

He took a step forward, ripples appearing under his feet.

When the second step fell, his figure already appeared in front of the shadow.

Before the Thunder Spear arrived, the destructive aura leaking from the spear tip had already begun to distort and blur the shadow’s form.

"This spear, to send you on your way."

Zhou Qing’s voice was cold as ice, and the Thunder Spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from an abyss.

The moment the spear was thrust out, heaven and earth dimmed, as if all the light was devoured by this one spear.

The shadow hastily gathered Spiritual Qi to block, but it collapsed in an instant when the spear tip touched it.

Eight thousand Spirit Seals blossomed simultaneously, transforming into eight thousand fine strands of Purple Gold Thunder Light, tearing the shadow apart from the inside inch by inch.

"No... this is impossible..."

The shadow’s howl was abruptly cut off, as its form shattered like glass and peeled away piece by piece in the Thunder Light.

Each fragment hadn’t even touched the ground before being completely swallowed by the void fissure at the spear tip, leaving not a trace behind.

The world suddenly fell into silence.

Zhou Qing was covered in blood, his breathing heavy, but the murderous intent in his eyes hadn’t diminished at all.

He slowly turned around, his cold gaze locking onto Nangong Lu, who had collapsed on the ground.

The Taoist of the Nangong Family at this moment looked ashen, trembling all over like a sieve.

"It’s your turn."

A simple three words, yet it made Nangong Lu feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.

He opened his mouth, lips quivering trying to explain something, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.

"I... I can..."

Before he could finish, the Thunder Spear in Zhou Qing’s hand had already been released.

The purple-gold spear pierced through the air, heading straight for Nangong Lu’s forehead.

"Puff!"

The dull sound of the spear tip entering flesh was heard, and Nangong Lu’s pupils dilated abruptly.

His body froze in place, a bloody hole on his forehead gushing fresh blood.

"No... impossible..."

Nangong Lu’s flesh body collapsed with a crash, a Primordial Spirit fleeing in panic.

The semi-transparent shadow’s face still held a frozen expression of disbelief as it desperately fled into the distance.

"Trying to escape?"

Zhou Qing snorted coldly, raising his hand with a gesture.

The remaining Power of Thunder on the Thunder Spear suddenly exploded, transforming into a purple-gold electric net, instantly enveloping Nangong Lu’s Primordial Spirit.

"Aah—!!"

In a fierce scream, the Primordial Spirit disintegrated inch by inch in the thunder, eventually dissipating into dots of Spiritual Light, scattered into the world.

Zhou Qing barely retracted the Thunder Spear, but his form wavered, a mouthful of blood spewing forth.

At this moment, he had already reached his limit, his vision began to blur, his legs softened, and his whole body fell straight from mid-air.

"Xiao Qing!"

From a distance came Luo Lingling’s heart-wrenching call.

But at the next moment, a sneaky figure suddenly darted out from the ruins at the edge of the battlefield!

It was the middle-aged cultivator who had previously led the way, his eyes flashing with malice and excitement, a short sword laced with poison stabbing straight at Zhou Qing’s back heart!

Feigning death for so long, finally it was his turn.

At this moment he couldn’t even imagine, once he killed Mr. Ji, how grateful the Spirit Severing Realm ancestor of the Nangong family who had been eating humble pie would be.

"Die!" the middle-aged cultivator snarled venomously.

In a flash, the supposedly unconscious Zhou Qing suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce golden glint flashing within them!

He summoned his last bit of Spiritual Power, his right hand swinging fiercely behind him—

"Boom!"

A thread-fine yet extremely sharp thunderbolt burst from his fingertip, instantly piercing through the middle-aged cultivator’s forehead!

"How... how could it be..." The middle-aged cultivator’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the young man before him who should have been utterly exhausted.

His body frozen in mid-air, then fell heavily to the ground like a rag, with his Primordial Spirit failing to escape as well.

"You... dare?" Zhou Qing could no longer hold on, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

"Bang!"

His body crashed heavily onto the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Xiao Qing!"

"Old Fourth!"

As the Three-Color Restriction cage disintegrated inch by inch after Nangong Lu’s death, Ghost Mastiff and Luo Lingling rushed out simultaneously.

Luo Lingling unhesitatingly tossed the old hen aside, flying forward to catch the falling Zhou Qing.

Her Spiritual Power quickly surged into Zhou Qing’s body, hurriedly checking his injuries.

"Fortunately, he’s just exhausted." She breathed a long sigh of relief, but suddenly her face changed drastically, eyes snapping to the distance, "This is bad, many auras are approaching!"

Ghost Mastiff said nothing, picked up Zhou Qing, and said in a deep voice: "Let’s go!"

Luo Lingling grabbed the still unconscious old hen, the three of them transformed into streams of light, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest in the blink of an eye.