"Damn it, didn't you just say you knew everything, from astronomy to geography, and that you wanted me to follow you? What the hell? If I followed you, I'd probably be dragged straight into a ditch and wouldn't even know how I died!"

"Take today for example. I didn't want to come. What does the appearance of a treasure have to do with me? I just want to be a good-for-nothing. But you insisted on dragging me here. Now look what's happened, I have to hand over my life essence just like you. Go to hell!"

The giant grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, and with a loud slap, a hand struck the man in white hard across the face, instantly slapping him until his face swelled up like a pig's head.

Faced with such a sudden event, Tongtian Daoren turned to look at Gu Changqing and immediately saw Gu Changqing waving his hand at him, meaning not to interfere.

Immediately, Tongtian Daoren understood what was meant, and hurriedly nodded and stood there ignoring the situation.

He knew perfectly well that the big shot was watching the show. The man in white might have boasted a lot, but what about now?

For a moment, he stood there watching the white-clad man make a fool of himself.

"Slap! Slap!! Slap!!!"

The giant continued slapping, from left to right, relentlessly and brutally, until the man in white coughed up blood, his crown fell off, and he looked extremely disheveled.

His carefree and dashing demeanor was suddenly utterly destroyed, leaving him completely soaked.

In fact, the white-robed man's cultivation was much stronger than the giant man's, but he dared not make a move, fearing that the situation would escalate and turn a small matter into a big one.

The giant slapped him a full 888.8 times before stopping, letting out a cold snort of utter contempt.

It was also incredibly unlucky; how could he possibly associate with such trash? Damn it.

The man in white stood to one side, overwhelmed with shame, unable to utter a word.

Suddenly, the man in white, emboldened by some unknown source, slapped the giant across the face again, shouting, "Go to hell! Who do you think you are, daring to hit me?!"

He suddenly realized that perhaps Gu Changqing didn't actually have such a high level of cultivation; he was just pretending. After all, he was wearing the Qingyun Sect uniform, something he had noticed earlier. He knew the Qingyun Sect very well; it was an utterly worthless sect. No, "worthless" wasn't even enough; it was practically an anthill, something he looked down upon like an ant nest.

That person was wearing Qingyun Sect uniform; couldn't he be a member of Qingyun Sect? Don't be ridiculous.

Normally, no one would wear clothes from another sect, right? Besides, if he were truly a powerful figure of that level, would he need to wear such clothes?

Something's strange.

The white-clad man became increasingly suspicious. Without further thought, he unleashed his inner power and slapped the giant across the face.

With a thud, the giant was sent flying, crashing into a rock and breaking his bones.

Immediately afterward, the man in white glanced at Gu Changqing and sneered, "Heh, you're really putting on quite a show. I don't believe you have such a high level of cultivation. Who do you think you are? Do you really think you can fool me? Fine, even if we assume you really are that kind of powerful expert, then why are you wearing the Qingyun Sect's clothing? Did you not have any clothes to wear, so you killed a Qingyun Sect disciple on the way and stole his clothes?"

As he was talking, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Damn it, what kind of cultivation level do you have that you need to steal other people's clothes? You could make quick money doing anything!"

"oh?"

Gu Changqing glanced back at him and immediately smiled.

I was so angry I almost laughed.

I can't help but laugh. Has this person never been educated? Doesn't he know that you can't judge a book by its cover?

"Hehe, since you think my cultivation is low, then fine, if you can catch a single hair of mine, I will give you this newly created treasure for free. What do you say?" Gu Changqing stroked his chin with his right hand, looking at him with amusement, and said with a smile.

"Hmph, impossible! Who knows what tricks you might be up to? What if you use some kind of elixir to temporarily enhance your terrifying power? Wouldn't I be left speechless then? Trying to scheme against me? No way!!" The man in white was initially overjoyed and about to agree to the other party's proposal, but suddenly his brows furrowed as he realized what this was all about. He was instantly furious and sternly refused.

"Hehe, you're really clever. Alright then, I'll unleash my strength in a different way, how about that?" Gu Changqing said with a nonchalant smile.

"Hmph, do as you please!" the man in white said through gritted teeth.

Gu Changqing was too lazy to say anything more. He simply waved his hand, and a golden object appeared in his hand. In an instant, golden light burst forth, as if it were a light from eternity, sacred and boundless.

Everyone was stunned by the sight, their eyes practically blinded. Looking around, they saw a sword several feet long in the other's hand, its surface covered with terrifying runes and lightning, crackling with thunderous sounds, incredibly frightening and awe-inspiring.

Especially on the hilt of the sword, there were runes that shone like real gold, each one like an ancient script, profound and mysterious, completely incomprehensible.

Even someone as powerful as Tongtian Daoren couldn't understand it, as if he were illiterate.

Even a pig could tell that if it wasn't a priceless treasure, no one would believe it.

"What...what kind of sword is this? Why do I feel a deep-seated fear?"

"Yeah, me too. Why did I feel like my soul was being cleaved in two the moment that sword appeared? Oh my god, it was terrifying!"

"I wonder what kind of terrifying weapon this sword is, it's so frightening. If it were to strike, I wonder how destructive it would be!"

The moment the sword appeared, everyone present widened their eyes in shock, staring at it in disbelief. Just by lightly sensing the aura emanating from the sword, they felt as if they were about to die. The sharp, blazing blade gleamed with a cold light, seemingly slicing through their very souls, causing them to tremble with fear and their legs to shake uncontrollably.

Even the Kunlun Taoist is like this.

Tongtian Daoren was also quite frightened, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

His cultivation level was higher than everyone else's, so he could clearly feel the terrifying sharpness emanating from the sword. It was like ancient frost, and a single strike seemed capable of destroying thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, terrifying to the extreme.

“The man in white, since you don’t believe in my cultivation, then I’ll show you what I’m capable of.”