As the old man spoke, he pressed his palm down in the void, and instantly, that area of space seemed to collapse, like a loaf of bread being suddenly crushed. Then, a hazy light appeared in the old man's hand, as if he were performing a ritual. Soon, the void rippled, as if something was about to emerge.
The next moment, to the utter astonishment and utter disbelief of everyone present, a ripple appeared in the void, and a figure emerged.
The figure was a man in white, appearing to be around 45 years old. He was handsome, with a small mustache and a prominent tuft of hair. He looked rather unpleasant, and his complexion was extremely pale, almost to the point of being a woman. His white robes billowed in the wind, and his hair danced in the air, giving him a rather dashing and poetic air.
Seeing this man's respectable appearance, everyone present was slightly taken aback. Could it be that the old man in blue had summoned some powerful expert? But it didn't matter. With Gu Changqing here, what was there to be afraid of? Gu Changqing's presence was like a reassurance to everyone. With Gu Changqing's immense power, how could he possibly be afraid of the old man easily summoning a deity? Even if a deity were summoned, so what? With Gu Changqing's current cultivation level, even a deity could be utterly defeated.
To be honest, Gu Changqing has never been afraid of anyone. Before he transmigrated, he might have been afraid, but after transmigrating, especially now, with his terrifying power—able to burn mountains and carve seas with a wave of his hand, move mountains and fill seas—how could he possibly be afraid of some gods? That's utter nonsense.
Gu Changqing pondered for a moment, then glanced at the man in white. Suddenly, the man in white flicked his wrist, and a porcelain-white lightsaber appeared in his hand. It looked incredibly imposing, as if the man were truly wielding a lightsaber. It was so beautiful and dazzling that one could immediately tell it was no ordinary sword.
The old man chuckled and said, "You don't know yet, do you? This is my senior brother, incredibly powerful, with cultivation comparable to a top expert. Especially his sword, which is even stronger than before. It was forged using countless meteorites, taking forty-nine days and then another eighty-one days. It's inlaid with many gems and other extremely precious items, making its power even more formidable. It's like an infinite stacking of layers. Now, with just a light swing, that sword can tear a huge hole in the void, which is terrifying. If you kneel down now and kowtow to me 100 times, I might spare your life. I advise you not to be so ungrateful."
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Gu Changqing.
Gu Changqing ignored him completely, looking calmly at the man in white, and said, "You think you're so great, all that pretense? You're nothing!"
Upon hearing this, the old man in blue robes flew into a rage.
The man in white jumped up in a rage. His previously indifferent expression suddenly turned ferocious, as if he had been a dashing and dignified king who had been enraged by a single sentence. He leaped up, raised his hand, and pointed at Gu Changqing, shouting, "Let me tell you, you're nothing! No, no, no, in my eyes, you're not even worth a fart! Do you know how powerful I am? Do you know my cultivation level? With your measly tricks, you're nothing! Let me tell you, today I'm going to tear you to pieces!"
Gu Changqing sneered upon hearing this. He had already sensed the other party's cultivation level, which was thirty levels lower than his own. This kind of trash dared to come looking for trouble. It was like sending a gift to a weasel to wish it a Happy New Year, courting death.
However, he didn't say anything else, only coldly saying, "You're something else. If you can even touch a hair on my head, I'll respect you as a real man."
This was a complete disregard for the other party. In Gu Changqing's eyes, no matter how powerful the opponent was, or how formidable their sword, they couldn't possibly cut a single hair on his head. At best, they were nothing but a fart. Yet this person was incredibly arrogant, acting as if they were invincible, dressed up like a respectable but utterly repulsive person.
The man in white, his face contorted with extreme rage, shouted, "Fine, you said it yourself, take this sword!"
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