Blackstone Daoist had been beaten half to death.
He was now incomparably weak, his miserable state plain to see.
When the group of Daoists who rushed out saw Blackstone Daoist like this, then saw the immense power of my palm strike, they did not dare act rashly for the moment.
They all began shouting:
"Senior Brother Blackstone, why are you only a soul now?"
"Junior Brother Blackstone, what happened to you?"
"Isn't that Peng Laosan, Wan City's agent?"
"Peng Laosan, what's going on here?"
"..."
The questions came one after another. Peng Laosan was about to answer.
I stopped him directly and said to the Little Cloud Temple Daoists:
"I heard you pledged allegiance 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 dangling from my mouth, I spoke in an arrogant, domineering tone.
My condescending posture, the way I clearly did not take them seriously, made the Little Cloud Temple Daoists extremely displeased.
And I had revealed a secret that shook them to their core.
They had pledged allegiance to White Mist Mountain!
For a moment, the people who had come out all fell silent.
They narrowed their eyes and stared coldly at me.
Peng Laosan, standing beside me, was no fool. Seeing them suddenly fall silent, their eyes brimming with killing intent, he instantly became sixty to seventy percent certain.
There really was something wrong with Little Cloud Temple.
He could not help but ask:
"Fellow Daoists, did you truly pledge allegiance to White Mist Mountain? Did you choose to become demon Daoists?"
He still found it somewhat unbelievable.
After all, Little Cloud Temple was a "good temple" he had trusted his entire life, one that had