Blackstone Daoist had been beaten half to death.
He was now incredibly weak, and his miserable state was plain to see.
When the group of Daoists who had rushed out saw Blackstone Daoist like this, then saw the immense power of my palm strike, none of them dared act rashly for the moment.
They all began asking:
"Senior Brother Blackstone, why are you nothing but a soul now?"
"Junior Brother Blackstone, what happened to you?"
"Isn't that Wan City's agent, Peng Laosan?"
"Peng Laosan, what's going on here?"
"..."
The questions kept coming. Peng Laosan was about to answer.
I stopped him directly and said to the Little Cloud Temple Daoists, "I heard you've pledged yourselves to White Mist Mountain, so I came to wipe you out. But it looks like not everyone's here. There are only seven of you—one is still missing."
With a cigarette hanging from my mouth, I spoke with utter arrogance.
The way I looked down on them, the way I clearly didn't take them seriously, made the Little Cloud Temple Daoists extremely unhappy.
And I had revealed a secret that sent a huge shock through them.
They had pledged themselves to White Mist Mountain!
For a moment, every one of the men who had come out fell silent.
They narrowed their eyes and stared coldly at me.
Peng Laosan, standing beside me, was no fool. Seeing them suddenly fall silent, murder filling their eyes, he immediately became sixty or seventy percent certain.
There really was something wrong with Little Cloud Temple.
He could not help asking, "Daoist priests, have you truly pledged yourselves to White Mist Mountain? Have you chosen to become demonic Daoists?"
Even now, he still found it hard to believe.
After all, Little Cloud Temple was the "good temple" he had trusted