The old immortal master clutched his face, his whole body staggering three steps back.
That slap had come too suddenly.
For one thing, Lin Heng's hand had been fast; for another, who could have imagined that this brat, who had been spouting endless nonsense at the start.
When it came time to make a move, he was not the least bit slow or hesitant.
The key was that it happened in front of more than a thousand people.
The believers below had originally been chattering away, and a few bolder ones had even been shouting things like "Behead him" and "Capture him for sacrifice."
But with that crisp "smack," the entire crowd fell mute.
After all, the old immortal master was their spiritual leader... slapping the spiritual leader's face, was that not slapping their faces?
The people below were angry, sure, but if they were really asked to come up and contend with Lin Heng, they did not dare.
The people of the Medical Path knew very well how much weight they carried, especially after Lin Heng had already cleaned out half of them.
Among the myriad orthodoxies, the Medical Path's solo combat ability was originally the existence at the very bottom, not even comparable to alchemists.
At least alchemists knew how to control fire, and at critical moments they could fling out a couple of true flames to scare people.
Medical cultivators?
Aside from studying medicinal herbs, formulas, and saving people, fighting? Then they probably only had their share of being beaten!
Of course, not everyone was useless, but trash made up the overwhelming majority. The few who could fight were either standing behind the old immortal master, or were Buddhist Path envoys of the Buddhist Path.
On the stone platform.
The old immortal master slowly straightened, moving his