On Talking Nonsense, Gousheng Takes the Crown
There was a kind of trap called screwing over your dad.
There was a kind of trap called screwing over your dog.
Today, right under Gu Tianxing's nose, Ye Xingchen and He Wudi had screwed Gousheng over.
At first, Jun Changxiao had planned to stop them from fighting, but he had gotten carried away talking about the Cosmic Holy War and forgotten.
"Not bad."
Gu Tianxing nodded. "Your two disciples' mastery of the Crossing Heaven Palm Seal has already reached the point of consummate perfection. They truly are young successors..."
As he spoke, he stopped.
As he spoke, he circled back around.
They!
How did they know the Crossing Heaven Palm Seal!
"Sect Master Jun!"
With a wave of his hand, Gu Tianxing seized Jun Changxiao, who was hunched over and tiptoeing away, and sternly demanded, "What is going on!"
"Uh... huh..."
"Good!"
Gu Tianxing dragged him before himself and roared, "So you were the one who stole the manual!"
"Uncle!"
Jun Changxiao hurriedly straightened out his tongue and said, "I didn't steal it!"
"Then how do your disciples know it!"
"Well..."
Seeing his hesitation, Gu Tianxing lifted him up. Remembering how he had suffered domestic beatings N times because his martial art manual had been stolen, rage instantly burst through the crown of his head. He bellowed, "Brat, I'm going to crush you!"
"Uncle, listen to me..."
Boom! Boom!
Boom boom boom!
Like a withered leaf, Jun Changxiao was slammed from east to west, then from north to south, his dog-like cries of "Awooo!" echoing through the air.
"Hm?"
Ye Xingchen and He Wudi stopped fighting and looked toward the distant Gu Tianxing, who was wildly pummeling Jun Changxiao. Both could not help but admire him. "The Sect Master is still incredible.