"Kid..."
Seeing those burly men about to start with "kid" again, Gu Chen lightly took a step forward.
Stop throwing your weight around just because you're old.
"Crack—!"
The entire mountain instantly began to collapse. More than a dozen of the Clear Sky Sect's high-ranking fighters—each at least a Super Douluo, with even a few Limit Douluos among them—were all crushed to the ground.
Their ribs shattered, their limbs ruined, broken bones nearly piercing their hearts.
Each of them was in such pain that they nearly howled, yet they were pinned firmly to the ground.
Their heads were embedded in the floor.
They could not utter a single word.
"Rats, I've come to kill you."
There were not even a thousand people in the entire Clear Sky Sect. Compared to its former title as the number one sect in the world, that was indeed rather few.
But every one of them was an elite.
Elites were good.
Elites were wonderful.
They were the elites he was killing.
Gu Chen did not even need to expend much effort before slaughtering every Clear Sky Sect disciple.
He killed the Spirit Kings and took care of the Soul Emperors too.
He casually slapped the Spirit Saints to death.
As for Spirit Douluos, they truly did not belong to the younger generation anymore. They could already be called old bastards.
If Tang Hao had not given them special treatment—
Could those brutes who only knew how to swing giant hammers have reached Spirit Douluo before turning twenty?
What the hell were they dreaming about?
Even Tang Hao himself had not reached Spirit Douluo by the age of twenty.
If anyone truly thought that, without cheats, those idiots who only knew how to swing giant hammers could reach that realm—
They could take a couple