"Tell me, do you still dare to force me to be your apprentice, this so-called master of breaking formations?" the young man sneered and said in a deep voice.

"Big...Big sir, please have mercy! I...I will never dare to force you again. Please, big sir, spare my life!" the black-haired old man stammered, begging for mercy.

He now only has his soul left, and he cannot withstand even one palm strike from the other party. If the other party makes another move, he will immediately die without a burial place.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now. I'm the kind of person who always seeks revenge. You deserve it. Who told you to bully the weak and fear the strong, and insist on picking a fight with me? You only have yourself to blame, so don't blame me!" The young man smiled coldly and refused him ruthlessly.

The boy then gave him no chance to speak and threw a punch at him.

"Ahhh... Don't come any closer!" the black-haired old man screamed in terror.

Suddenly, with a bang, his soul exploded. His pitiful cries for mercy could still be faintly heard, but then nothing more happened.

The place was deserted, and the black-haired old man was dead without a complete body, as if nothing had ever happened. However, the thick smell of blood lingered in the air, as if hinting at some cruel thing that had happened.

The boy was extremely excited at this moment. After all, it was the first time he had killed someone in his life, and he had some complicated emotions that he couldn't quite explain.

I thought I was going to die today, but God gave me such a big surprise. Not only did I survive, but I also had a benefactor who helped me get revenge on my enemies. I have to say, fate is really amazing.

Unlike the young man, the group of burly disciples were extremely heavy-hearted, as if they had sunk to the bottom of a valley, feeling cold and piercing.

All the disciples were terrified, their souls nearly leaving their bodies. They trembled and stood frozen in place. They wanted to run away immediately, but their limbs wouldn't obey them, and they all wore expressions of despair.

My God, even Master was killed by this kid with one punch, and we underlings are no match for him. What are we going to do?

They were once again plunged into their shock and disbelief, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"Seeing how heartbroken you both look, how about I take you to see your master so you can be reunited?" The young man said with a wicked smile and an indifferent expression.

Only then did they snap out of their shock, kneeling down with a thud and begging for mercy: "Great sir, spare our lives! We will never dare to be presumptuous again. Please forgive us this time, since we did not truly harm you. We promise we will never dare to do it again." The disciples pleaded cautiously, fearfully, and with kind words.

"You didn't hurt me? That's because you were powerless. If it weren't for the help of a benefactor, I would have died under your tyranny long ago, my body torn to pieces. Now you actually have the nerve to lick your boots and beg me to let you go? Absolutely not. A gentleman doesn't leave a grudge unavenged." The young man said indignantly.

He was furious with these cowards who bullied the weak and feared the strong. They were utterly shameless, shamelessly begging for mercy. What unrealistic dreams they had!

Gu Changqing, watching the scene unfold, began to look at his new "apprentice" with new eyes. He was righteous, had a clear sense of right and wrong, was always ready to avenge wrongs, was tenacious and unyielding, and had great potential. He was a rare and promising talent.

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, the disciples looked at each other and exchanged glances, conveying their message.

Knowing they were no match for them, these people stood up without saying a word, turned around and left.

"Trying to leave? Don't you even know if you have the strength? Where did your arrogance go? What a pathetic sight you are now, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. It's disgusting." The young man quickly stopped them when he saw them trying to leave, looking down on such people and unable to help but speak sarcastically.

To their surprise, they acted as if they hadn't heard a word, or rather, as if it were nothing, simply ignoring it and turning away without a word. Even if they were fools, they would understand at this moment that they must have provoked some extraordinary person, not to mention that there was a young man among them, who was probably even more terrifying than the boy. If they didn't leave, were they just waiting to die? As long as they could save their lives, they would pretend they hadn't heard anything else.

With a "whoosh," streaks of lightning shot out, and it was none other than the group of disciples.

They no longer had the will or the ability to kill; they were only concerned with escaping. At this point, nothing was more important than their lives.

However, they had only flown for a short while when they were surprised to find that, for some reason, two white lights along the way were much faster than them and immediately caught up with them, standing in front of them in an instant.

They stared at it intently, and were immediately unable to accept it. Their faces turned ashen, whiter than a sheet of paper, and they were terrified.

These are actually the same two from earlier.

Immediately, their expressions changed drastically; they looked completely bewildered and confused.

Holy crap, that's terrifying! They caught up with us so quickly.

They immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy: "We shouldn't have followed our master and acted as his accomplices. It was all our master's will. We were forced into this. We were all compelled. Now we know we were wrong. It was a misunderstanding. It really was just a misunderstanding. Please, senior, let us go. We are just trash. We will never dare to do it again. Please just ignore us and let us go!"

"Hehehe, I really feel sorry for your master. If your master knew what you said, wouldn't he be heartbroken and angry enough to come back to life and personally kill you one by one? Why don't I clean up the mess for your master? He will definitely be very grateful to me for cleaning up a bunch of unfilial disciples for him."

The boy gave a cold laugh, his face full of disdain, and said with great contempt.

That old man really raised a bunch of ingrates. He's only been dead a short time, and his disciples are already slandering his reputation like this. If he were still alive and heard such blasphemous words, he probably would have been driven to his death by anger.

The boy also sensed the cunning in their words. He knew that if they couldn't beat him, they would shift all the blame to their master. If they could beat him, he probably wouldn't even exist anymore, and they would definitely laugh at him for being trash. But now that he couldn't beat them, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, saying it was a misunderstanding. Who were they trying to fool? Did they think he was as easy to fool as a fool?

Upon hearing the boy's words, their hearts skipped a beat, and they hurriedly said, "No, no, no, this is truly a huge misunderstanding! You must investigate thoroughly. Heaven knows that it was really not our idea. It was all Master's idea. We are innocent people who have been implicated."