Boom!
After Lu Qing finished viewing the memories of those Black and White Monastery disciples, he did not hesitate in the slightest. His hand clenched fiercely.
Before those figures could even scream, they were directly crushed by a terrifying force.
Under the shock of that power, their fleshly bodies instantly turned to dust, not even leaving behind a drop of blood.
Their primordial spirits were ground to fragments at the same time. The shattered gleams flickered in the darkness like fireflies a few times before vanishing completely.
Nor did Lu Qing stop there. He directly cast a curse technique, tracing back along the strands of divine sense the men had left behind.
The invisible power of the curse pierced through the void, crossed layer upon layer of space, and instantly cursed all those divine sense fragments to death.
He left no room for mercy, no shred of life.
From this day onward, those Black and White Monastery disciples had completely perished, dead beyond death.
Even secret arts of reincarnation and rebirth, or magical treasures that substituted death to preserve life, could not save them.
Every trace they had ever left between heaven and earth had been wiped away clean.
At that moment, Lu Qing could no longer care about startling the grass and alerting the snake.
He only wanted those scum to be annihilated body and soul, to vanish from heaven and earth forever.
Beside the Blood Pool, deathly silence returned.
Only the foul, stinking bloodwater continued to churn slowly, bubbles rising from its surface.
The popping sounds of those bubbles echoed through the hollow interior of Bone Mountain, piercingly sharp.
Lu Qing stood by the Blood Pool, his robes stirring without wind, cold killing intent radiating from his body.
That killing intent was almost tangible, causing the surrounding space