A hundred sects...
A thousand organizations...
Ten thousand factions...
Chu Qing spent over a year completing the ten-thousand target Luo Tian had mentioned.
Then, he went to challenge the ten-thousand-and-first faction.
Filled with anticipation, he rushed into that sect without delay.
No words were needed.
No need to confirm his identity.
Because:
During this time, every sect and organization had learned Chu Qing's appearance.
Even though strange power constantly obscured their memories, the instant they saw Chu Qing, they recalled everything he had done.
He easily suppressed every expert in the sect, and everyone in the sect admitted defeat.
The next second:
His combat power increased out of thin air.
This time, it only increased by one ten-thousandth.
But that one ten-thousandth had appeared from nothing.
No resources consumed, no secluded cultivation.
It had simply increased out of nowhere.
This feeling... was incredible!
Chu Qing threw both hands into the air and laughed toward the sky.
The people in the sect had no idea why.
Yet they laughed along with him.
For a time, the entire vast sect was laughing.
Only after a long while did Chu Qing stop.
"Luo Tian was right!"
"Then she was also right about the Great Terror."
"I just wonder when this Great Terror will appear."
"I just wonder whether this Great Terror can withstand my Beauty's Head, whether it can withstand my Hand of God."
Chu Qing was full of anticipation.
At this moment:
The sect master immediately waved a hand, and a group of graceful beauties approached.
Pairs of hands swept past before his eyes.
The Profession Slot showed no reaction.
Chu Qing remained utterly unmoved.
Half the women had passed by when the Profession Slot flickered:
Observe Beauty's Hand +1
Chu Qing smiled.
It had not been easy.
He looked at the