"What? Someone actually dared to come knocking on our door?"
Gu Changqing frowned upon hearing this and immediately said:
"Let him wait outside, wait to die!"
Without waiting for the venue owner's reply, Gu Changqing flicked his sleeve and vanished from the spot.
The next moment, Gu Changqing's figure materialized outside.
Looking up, one could see a dark-faced young man wearing a gray robe. He looked pitch black, almost as black as lime, and was so ugly that no woman in the world would want to marry him.
Gu Changqing glanced at him briefly and said loudly, "What is it? May I ask what business this fellow Daoist has with me?"
The young man was followed by a large group of fierce-looking thugs, each wielding a large machete. When they saw Gu Changqing emerge, their faces lit up with joy.
The leader immediately said, "Enough with the nonsense. I'm here for your spear. It looks good, but I can't lift it. Hand over all your spirit stones so I can absorb some. Once I'm stronger and can lift the spear, I'll spare your life. Do you understand what I mean?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Gu Changqing slapped him across the face, causing his face to spin uncontrollably several times. His head almost fell off his neck, and the sound of bones cracking and dislocating filled the air. His eyes rolled back, and he was on his last breath.
"With your mere Nirvana Realm cultivation, you dare to be so arrogant in front of me? Do you think you're the King of Heaven?"
Gu Changqing snorted coldly and said with a face full of disdain.
These people's cultivation levels were incredibly low. He scanned them with his divine sense and immediately realized that they were only at the Nirvana stage. The sect could easily deal with such trash if they sent that trash Wang Kang.
It's unbelievable that such a powerful city as Kowloon would have such thugs and ruffians. It's truly a mixed bag, with all sorts of people.
However, after a moment's thought, Gu Changqing immediately understood that the more chaotic a place is, the more despicable people there are. These people rely on their masters' power, and there might be some terrifying ancestors backing them up, otherwise they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.
"You, you, you dare hit me! Do you believe I'll call for help...?"
The young man got up from the ground and looked at Gu Changqing with a fierce expression.
"Smack!!"
Before he could finish speaking, Gu Changqing slapped him again.
With a sudden "crack," the man's head spun around his neck more than 180 times. Finally, his neck bones couldn't withstand the pressure, and with a thud, the head fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, covered in blood and splattering everywhere.
The remaining people were stunned and shocked. My God, how could this person be so unreasonable and domineering? He didn't say a word and just attacked.
They killed someone, damn it! Do they really think they don't exist?
Upon realizing this, these people immediately drew their broadswords and roared, "How dare you! You killed our leader! Do you know who our leader is? Do you know who's behind him? Do you know our background?"
The three questions made Gu Changqing laugh. Instead of being angry, Gu Changqing laughed heartily and said happily, "I knew you must have someone behind you, but so what? Your people are nothing but ants in front of me. I don't need you to call them out. I'll just come and kill them right here in front of you."
After saying that, to the disbelief of the people present, Gu Changqing slapped one of their hands into the mind of a random person and began a soul search.
He had come to this soul-searching technique by chance one day.
At the Immortal Emperor level, one can comprehend all sorts of cultivation techniques with a mere thought.
He could easily comprehend powerful and unpredictable techniques like Soul Searching.
In the blink of an eye, Gu Changqing had gleaned some useful information from the man's mind.
It turns out that a scoundrel was behind these people. This scoundrel was a Saint-level cultivator, so powerful that he was like a god in their eyes. His address was on the next street.
Knowing the source of these people's confidence, Gu Changqing smiled coldly and dismissed them with disdain.
To be honest, for someone of his level to kill a saint would be to dirty his own hands; a saint is not even an ant in his eyes.
Gu Changqing had initially thought that the ant was some kind of quasi-emperor or great emperor, which would at least make him take action. However, he hadn't expected that the ant was such a tiny ant. Nevertheless, he would still take action. Even if the ant was the most worthless, he would still kill it.
Thinking this, Gu Changqing waved his hand and with a "bang," he smashed the man into a meat patty.
Then, to the astonishment of everyone around, he waved his hand, and a powerful pressure dragged everyone down with him.
In an instant, they felt the scene before them change, and an immense, boundless, and mysterious divine power transported them to the street next door.
This is a detached mansion, much more magnificent than the auction house we just visited. The walls are made entirely of pure gold, mixed with various other rare metals, each piece incredibly rare, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.
On these walls, various ancient runes and pictures were engraved. Gu Changqing glanced at them but didn't recognize them at all. However, it didn't matter; knowing they were high-end was enough.
With a wave of his hand, a surge of divine power condensed into a golden hand, which smashed the door to pieces with a loud bang.
The two guards beside him died without a burial place.
Then Gu Changqing waved his hand, and a powerful aura shifted the thugs from before, causing them to vomit blood and rush into the courtyard.
Gu Changqing scanned the area with his divine sense and saw that there seemed to be a saint-level aura emanating from the main hall at the deepest part of the courtyard. It must be that person. With a thought, Gu Changqing's figure disappeared from the spot.
Immediately afterwards, Gu Changqing's figure appeared in the main hall of the courtyard with a flash of golden light.
Looking down, one could see a man with a scar on his face sitting in the head seat. It was clear that he had been attacked in his youth, and the scar had not yet healed.
This man was burly and had a face full of menacing features, looking just like a bully. It seemed he had done plenty of such domineering things. He was wearing a black outfit and had a dead rat tucked into his waistband. Anyone who didn't know him would think he was a hunter.
Gu Changqing glanced at the man briefly, then looked at him coldly and said, "So it was you who instigated your underlings to steal my spear?"
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