When the incredibly scorching energy ripples finally subsided, fewer than five Dou Zun experts remained alive. They looked at Gu He as if they had seen a ghost. Even when his gaze merely swept over them, their bodies trembled slightly. They had truly been scared out of their wits.
Dozens of Dou Zuns—what an immense force that was. Yet before Gu He, such a force was something he could destroy with a single strike.
Under the weight of that power, the survivors finally came to their senses.
The treasure was good, but it was not something they could obtain.
But now, it was no longer a matter of them seeking trouble with Gu He. They had to see whether Gu He would spare them. One Peak Dou Zun, his face marked by scorch scars, looked at Gu He and cautiously said, "We failed to recognize greatness and offended you. Please, be magnanimous and spare us this once. From now on, with but a word from you, we will surely cooperate."
Gu He neither agreed nor disagreed, but inwardly considered whether sparing them would benefit him more, or whether killing them would be better.
He had killed so many people. These five Dou Zuns should now harbor some fear of him, but who could say whether they might target those connected to him? Moreover, among those he had killed, there might have been their relatives or friends. That too was a hidden danger. Finally, if the news that he had obtained the Bodhi Meditation Cushion spread through these five, many factions in the Central Continent would likely come looking for trouble. As for the benefits of sparing them, aside from an empty promise, there was almost nothing.
With that thought, Gu He's gaze turned sharp. He waved his right hand, and