Even after experiencing an evil art like the "Yi-Wood Golden Core Feeding Formula," which refined its practitioner into a human pill, Gu Qingfeng still found "Daoist Chen's Soul-Losing Sword Intent" sinister.
To him, the standard for sinister wasn't what sort of bizarre price its practitioner had to pay.
Since he could reverse those costs, he couldn't truly empathize with such things.
His standard was simple: if the results came fast and hit hard, the technique was sinister enough.
The "Yi-Wood Golden Core Feeding Formula" made him thick and hard after he reversed its costs. That was sinister.
"Daoist Chen's Soul-Losing Sword Intent" let him handle heavy things as though they weighed nothing and gave him extraordinary strength, as though he could bore through a mountain with a door plank. Naturally, that was plenty sinister too.
Gu Qingfeng was now playing with a stone lock bigger than himself, leaving everyone else in the courtyard utterly dumbfounded.
Zhao Jianqiang and the others who had bad-mouthed him earlier felt drums pounding in their hearts.
With that kind of "innate divine strength," how many hits could they withstand if he casually smashed that stone weight into them?
They might have developed their qi and blood, but they were only a little stronger than ordinary people.
In their eyes, Gu Qingfeng was already looking somewhat inhuman.
The pressure he exuded as he casually swung a stone lock weighing several thousand jin around like a sheet of paper nearly rivaled Elder Yan swinging his greatsword during instruction.
Gu Qingfeng had joined at the same time as them. There was no way he could be this formidable!
If he'd been this formidable when he arrived, why would he have become an Outer Disciples? Why would he have spoken like a complete blockhead fresh out of the thatched