Soon, before long, all the disciples had gathered here, forming a huge crowd that filled the large hall, with long queues stretching out the door.
Gu Changqing glanced around briefly, then suddenly a thought struck him. A divine sense burst forth, instantly enveloping the entire Divine Dragon Sect. He immediately sensed that there was no longer any sign of life on the mountainside; everyone had gathered here.
"Woof woof woof!" Two sudden barks made Gu Changqing realize that even the dogs had come.
"Not bad, you did a good job. Here's a slap for you." Gu Changqing glanced at the man with satisfaction, then slapped him against the wall.
With a loud crash, a large hole was smashed through the wall. The elder's body twitched twice, and then he remained motionless.
"hiss!!"
A series of gasps erupted from the crowd, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief, their scalps tingling with fear.
This person is terrifying; he actually slapped the Grand Elder to death with one slap!
You must know, the Grand Elder is a saint-level being, yet he couldn't even withstand a slap from this person?
"Holy crap, what's going on? What on earth happened? How did we end up messing with such a powerful figure? What's going on?!"
"I'm also curious! Why would such a powerful figure come to our sect? My god, I don't want to die!"
"I have eighteen beautiful wives and thirty-six child brides at home. I am their pillar of support. I cannot die!"
"..."
Exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd.
Gu Changqing wasn't in a hurry. He watched them with great interest, as if he were observing the dying wails of ants.
Only after these ants had finished speaking and the scene had returned to silence did he look around and ask with a smile, "Who is the Daoist Master?"
"thump!!!"
A man dressed in a bright red robe knelt down before Gu Changqing, weeping bitterly, his body numb.
"It is I! It is I! I failed to teach my cousin properly, and he offended you. I am willing to admit my mistake and kowtow to you!" The Daoist of the Divine Dragon Sect was also a smart man. Just by looking at the other party's robes, he immediately guessed what the other party had come for.
"Okay, go ahead and kowtow," Gu Changqing said casually.
Bang bang bang!!!
The Daoist disciple of the Divine Dragon Sect immediately began to kowtow violently, repeating the act eight hundred and eighty-eight times without stopping.
Gu Changqing stroked his chin the whole time, watching him kowtow with great interest.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After another seven or eight hundred kowtows, something else happened that left everyone looking at each other in bewilderment. Daozi kept kowtowing, and the other party didn't tell him to stop, as if he wanted him to keep kowtowing until the end of time.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
Daozi kowtowed another 888 times, bringing the total to nearly 3,000. His scalp was cracked and bleeding profusely, but he still dared not stop.
After kowtowing five thousand times, Daozi's face was covered in blood, and he was on the verge of fainting.
"Um...can I stop now?"
Finally, Daozi stopped and said something tremblingly.
"Did I tell you to stop? Keep kowtowing." Gu Changqing glanced at him and said indifferently.
Bang bang bang!!!
Daozi dared not speak and continued kowtowing.
Soon, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn passed. Daozi was dizzy from kowtowing. He had lost count of how many times he had kowtowed. His head was spinning, and he saw sparks in his eyes. He could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"What happened? Did he accidentally hit his head and die?" someone asked suspiciously, their heart filled with horror.
Immediately, someone stepped forward and touched Daozi's nostrils, and immediately could not sense him breathing.
"Hiss! Daozi actually died from his slam!"
"Holy crap, oh my god!"
"Mother, what's going on? Daozi actually killed himself by hitting his head against something!"
The scene erupted in uproar; everyone was unable to contain their excitement and began to discuss the matter in disbelief.
So that's what this big shot meant—he actually wanted him to die by banging his head against the wall?
The chatter finally stopped after a long wait.
Gu Changqing stroked his chin and said calmly, "He was the one who wanted to kowtow to me. I was just fulfilling his wish. I never expected that he would actually kowtow to his death. It's truly unbelievable."
No one spoke; not even a fart was allowed.
Gu Changqing chuckled, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and asked, "Who is Daozi's cousin?"
hiss!!!
A young man took a deep breath, said nothing, and flew straight out the door.
"Trying to leave?"
Gu Changqing raised an eyebrow and said, "How about I escort you out?"
With a thunderous boom, amidst the utterly astonished gazes of countless people, a golden hand materialized from Gu Changqing's palm. On the surface of his palm, countless ancient Dao patterns, runes, and seal scripts emerged, shimmering with holy golden light, dazzling beyond compare, even more brilliant than the stars in the sky.
The large hand slammed down hard on the young man.
When the golden hand struck the young man, he didn't even have time to scream before being pushed tens of thousands of miles away to a towering mountain. The mountain was flattened and collapsed. The golden hand flattened more than 30,000 mountains before finally stopping.
When the palm disappeared, the youth was left with nothing but a pile of ashes.
"Tsk tsk, I wonder how powerful my palm strike is. Is it enough to send him out?" Gu Changqing glanced around the room and said indifferently.
No one spoke.
Everyone was terrified, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.
Holy crap, where did this powerful expert come from? He's incredibly strong! My god, this is terrifying!
After a short while, an old man took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, your palm strike was truly powerful. Sending him out was not an exaggeration at all; on the contrary, it was more than worthy."
“Yes, yes,” another elder beside him quickly flattered, “Senior, your palm strike has truly opened our eyes! We have cultivated for hundreds of years and have never seen such a powerful palm strike. Senior, you are truly amazing!”
"Oh? How about I give you a slap in return?" Gu Changqing looked at him with satisfaction and said with a smile.
Thump!
The elder's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant. Heavens, could he withstand such a blow?
He saw that palm strike very clearly; it was far beyond what he could withstand.
His cultivation level was only at the Saint level, and he was no match for such a powerful figure.
"No need for that, junior. Oh, right, I just remembered I have some things to attend to at home, so I won't chat with you any longer. I'll take my leave now." The elder said repeatedly, and then without another word, a flying sword appeared beneath his feet, and he flew away in a flash.
But before he could fly out, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed. Before anyone could react, the elder was pierced through by the lightning, and blood flowed all over the ground.
Then, the lightning flashed left and right, instantly splitting the elder's corpse in two. Blood gushed down from the sky, filling the air with a pungent stench.
Only then did everyone realize that the lightning was actually a spear crackling with electric arcs!
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