The people inside the ruined temple truly deserved to be called elite disciples of the Beggars Sect. When Shen Changchuan charged in and crushed all before him,
the survivors still swiftly organized a counterattack.
Martial Artists never lacked fierce courage.
But unfortunately,
that counterattack achieved little.
Though the subsequent organized counteroffensive looked formidable on the surface, and seemed to pose some threat to Shen Changchuan,
it was in fact crushed just as easily!
With his sharp senses and the perspective granted by a higher realm, the system Shen Changchuan had further developed from the force of external Dharma Gates was brought fully into play.
From beginning to end,
the Beggars Sect's many core disciples never so much as touched a corner of Shen Changchuan's clothes.
"Where is Sun Butong? Where have you taken the children you bought?"
A quarter of an hour later,
more than a dozen corpses lay scattered throughout the ruined temple. Shen Changchuan gripped one man by the throat, lifted him up, and stared straight into his eyes.
His pitch-black pupils seemed to turn into an endless vortex of darkness, like a sharp blade piercing deep into the other man's mind.
"In a courtyard outside the eastern city."
The man's eyes rolled white. He seemed to have lost consciousness, yet his mouth unconsciously gave the answer Shen Changchuan sought.
"Who is over there? How strong are they? What are the characteristics of Sun Butong's martial arts? And what are all those children you bought used for?"
Shen Changchuan continued questioning him.
After mastering the path of force, Shen Changchuan could make it flow according to his will and use it in endlessly inventive ways, achieving many effects that could almost be called inconceivable. Ordinary martial arts experts were likely no longer his match.
But no matter how