The Vice Abbot looked at the mockery on Lu Qing's face. Though reduced to a lump of mangled flesh, it could not help trembling.
That trembling was not a struggle, but fear.
Its lump of flesh shivered within the Spatial Prison like a fallen leaf in a raging storm, liable to be torn apart at any moment.
It was truly terrified. A chill rose from the depths of its heart and shot straight into its soul.
That chill was even stronger than when it had first faced the Dao Transformation Realm Ancestors of its clan.
When facing the Ancestors, it knew they would not kill it. But before this young man, it had no idea what he might do.
It could not understand why this brat before it was so powerful.
Clearly, his cultivation was still at the Integration Initial Stage, and he had only broken through not long ago, yet the strength of his fleshly body had already reached such a terrifying level.
The power of that kick had driven even it, a Heavenly Demon Clan member renowned for its physical body, into despair.
What it found even harder to understand was why Lu Qing knew its origins so well.
He even knew the greatest secret of their race like the back of his hand.
That feeling of being seen through completely was what terrified the Vice Abbot most.
It had lived for over a hundred thousand years, experienced countless battles, and faced countless enemies.
Yet never had anyone made it feel such terror as Lu Qing did.
Before Lu Qing, it was as though all its trump cards had become a joke, all its secrets laid bare.
Yet no matter how frightened it was, the Vice Abbot still refused to show weakness.
A crazed light flickered in the