True Witch Body, Refined to Death, Nascent Soul Self-Destruction!

"King Zhenwu!"

Amid a swath of black Space Turbulence, King Zhenwu, several zhang tall, was slapped into flesh paste by Lu Qing.

This sight made the other Nascent Soul Great Powers' hearts and gall bludgeon apart, their limbs turn ice-cold.

Especially the Monster Race Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, who could scarcely believe their own eyes.

King Zhenwu, with half a foot already in the Fifth Tribulation Realm and having unleashed his Demon Ape True Body, had actually been flattened by a single palm and ground into flesh paste.

Just how terrifying was that boy's strength?

"Ah!!"

King Zhenwu, who had been slapped into flesh paste, had not died on the spot.

That mass of flesh paste kept writhing and struggling, trying to re-form his body.

At King Zhenwu's level, so long as his Nascent Soul remained undying and his life force endured, no matter how grave his injuries were, he still had a chance to recover.

But how could Lu Qing possibly give him such a chance?

With a thought, Lu Qing first put away the golden giant staff. Then, grasping the enormous mass of flesh paste that King Zhenwu had become, he withdrew from the area of Space Turbulence.

For in those few short breaths, the spatial fissure torn open by his palm force had already rapidly closed beneath the Tian Yuan Great World's powerful Spatial Laws.

Though his current magical power was fierce and his physical body formidable, he had yet to truly begin comprehending Spatial Laws.

Once swept deep into the void by Space Turbulence, he would likely only be able to escape by relying on the Void Ark.

"Hmm?"

Having just left the range of the Space Turbulence, Lu Qing sensed an intense killing intent completely locking onto him.

Turning his head, he saw Elder Xing