Completely Outmatched

And this time, Qi Lei hadn't even brought his Destiny Sword.

He simply watched the group, his eyes brimming with an irrepressible smile.

"Looks like everyone's ready. In that case, I suppose we'll have to spar properly."

As he spoke, he glanced up. The disciples below nodded to him.

"Senior Brother, you've got this! Show them just how high your ceiling is!"

The disciples surrounding Zhou Qinglan each unleashed their signature moves.

But before any of those attacks could reach Zhou Qinglan, he sent them flying with a spell.

The group stared at him in astonishment. They'd known Zhou Qinglan was powerful, but they'd never imagined he'd reached this level.

"Come on, Senior Disciple Brother, isn't this a bit much? Didn't we say you couldn't use those ridiculous moves?"

They were furious after being knocked away, convinced he'd done it on purpose.

Zhou Qinglan looked at them in confusion. "Which moves did you mean when you said 'ridiculous'? Is this one ridiculous?"

He raised his hand and struck the air with his palm. A pillar dozens of meters away promptly snapped in two.

"That only took thirty percent of my strength. Just how weak are you? You can't even handle ten percent."

The words weren't much of a blow, but they were a brutal insult, leaving the disciples utterly humiliated.

Lin Feng and the others had finally come up with a plan: temporarily strip He Qiandao of his consciousness—in other words, all his memories.

Without his memories, they could guide him however they pleased. It wasn't wrong, after all. His mind was filled with nothing but baseless hatred.

If they really had been enemies, he wouldn't have lived this long.

"Sometimes I can't even understand what this guy hates so much. It's even more outrageous than what we saw before.