The Horse-Faced Daoist spat out a mouthful of broken teeth and glared viciously at Qin Mu.
He had never expected Qin Mu to still dare attack him, even after he had invoked the Saint of the Interception Sect.
"Bastard!"
"How dare you show such contempt for the Saint of my Interception Sect?"
What the Horse-Faced Daoist didn't expect was that the moment he finished speaking, Qin Mu would slap him again.
"Smack!"
"You refuse to learn your lesson!"
The slap landed from afar, sending the Horse-Faced Daoist flying. His cheek swelled red in an instant, making him look like he had a pig's head.
The other Interception Sect disciples watched, trembling with fear.
Qin Mu's gaze swept over them, his expression grave.
Others might not know, but he knew it all too well.
The Interception Sect's future downfall would be due not only to its lack of an object to suppress its fortune.
There was another reason: the way its leader, the Saint Tongtian, accepted disciples.
He believed in Teaching All Without Discrimination, accepting all kinds of living beings.
That was precisely why, during the Tribulation of Calamity, the Interception Sect—which had once welcomed Ten Thousand Immortals Pay Homage—would suffer a crushing defeat.
It seems it's time to make a change!
As he pondered, a flash of resolve crossed Qin Mu's eyes. He looked around and asked in a deep voice,
"Do you know who I am?"
At Qin Mu's question, the few Interception Sect disciples, crushed beneath the pressure of his Quasi-Saint aura, looked utterly bewildered.
They could sense how powerful Qin Mu was.
But they had no idea who he was or where he came from.
After a brief hesitation, the Horse-Faced Daoist bellowed through his swollen cheek,
"Who cares who you are!"
"We are disciples of a