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Chapter 1505: Chapter 890: Overwhelming Resentment, Bone Mountain Blood Pool (Part 3)

But their pleas were met only with the cold laughter of those figures.

The leader looked at the cultivators screaming as they fell into the Blood Pool, a cruel smile on his face, seemingly thoroughly enjoying the scene.

He licked his lips, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Scream, scream. The worse the screams, the thicker the resentment, and the better the quality of the Heavenly Demon Pool."

The young disciple also laughed, "These ants, to contribute to the growth of our Black and White Temple, is their honor."

Several disciples of the Black and White Temple laughed heartily, their laughter echoing through the Bone Mountain.

However, the next moment, their smiles froze.

The space ahead rippled, an invisible force instantly enveloping the entire area.

Those tens of thousands of cultivators who were falling into the Blood Pool vanished as if swallowed by something.

Their cries, screams, and sobbing disappeared along with them.

Above the Blood Pool, empty, nothing remained.

The few figures were stunned.

The young disciple rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

But above the Blood Pool, there was indeed nothing left.

Thousands of people just vanished into thin air.

"Wha... what happened?" he stammered.

The leader’s face changed drastically, turning abruptly, his Divine Thought scanning the surroundings furiously.

But no matter how he searched, he couldn’t sense any abnormalities. Those cultivators seemed to have never existed.

"Who dares to cause trouble on the territory of my Black and White Temple?"

The leader shouted, with a hint of feigned bravado in his voice.

To be in his position, he was certainly no fool.

To silently and completely vanish tens of thousands of cultivators under their noses was not something an ordinary person could accomplish.

A figure slowly appeared before them.

Dressed in a waving blue robe, standing with hands behind his back.

His features were handsome, his expression indifferent, but his eyes harbored a chilling murderous intent.

It was Lu Qing.

"Who are you?"

The leader shouted sternly, discreetly taking a step back, secretly activating the Communication Talisman, intending to call for help.

Lu Qing didn’t bother with pleasantries, and only said one sentence.

"You scum, all must die."

As he spoke, he opened his palm wide.

Those figures immediately felt their bodies continuously shrink, while Lu Qing’s figure grew infinitely larger.

He seemed to morph into a towering giant, standing on top of the world, looking down at them like ants.

They wanted to struggle, wanted to flee, wanted to resist.

But they found themselves completely unable to move. An invisible force restrained them, making it impossible to even lift a finger.

Then, their consciousness faded to black.

An incomparably terrifying pain emanated from the depths of their Divine Soul.

It was an indescribable agony, as if countless needles were piercing the soul at once, or the whole person was being roasted in fire or fried in oil.

They emitted piercing screams, their voices changing pitch.

Lu Qing used the most brutal means of Divine Soul technique, forcibly Soul Searching.

His Divine Soul Power transformed into countless threads, violently stabbing into these minds, rifling through their memories.

Those memories flashed before him like a revolving lantern.

How they were recruited by the Black and White Temple.

And how they were taught the Devil Technique that cultivated with resentment.

Also how they captured cultivators everywhere, throwing them into the Blood Pool, watching them wail, struggle, and eventually turn into bones in there.

Even how they enjoyed it all, reveling in it.

Scene after scene, event after event, vividly appeared before Lu Qing’s eyes.

Lu Qing’s face grew increasingly grim.