Gu Changqing stood high above the Nine Heavens, looking down upon the Twelve Golden Immortals and the others below.
He exuded a domineering majesty, as though nothing could enter his eyes and he looked down upon all eternity.
His words sent an even greater shock through all living beings.
Who else was like Daoxing Tianzun?
What did he mean?
Was he asking who else was as arrogant as Daoxing Tianzun, who else could not stand Gu Changqing?
Or was he asking who else wanted to court death... just like Daoxing Tianzun?!
After all, everyone had witnessed what had happened earlier.
It was Daoxing Tianzun who had provoked him, even telling Gu Changqing to strike him dead.
That was what had brought down that incomparably ferocious, unstoppable sword intent.
And it had truly granted Daoxing Tianzun his wish, wiping him out in a single stroke.
What a Wine Sword Immortal!
So his specialty was answering every request.
No one knew whether to recoil in horror or struggle to keep from laughing.
Meanwhile, within the Chan Sect.
The Twelve Golden Immortals... no, they should now be called the Eleven Golden Immortals, stared at Gu Changqing in the sky, their pupils contracting sharply and their faces contorted!
Wariness!
Fear!
Horror!
All manner of emotions spilled from their eyes, impossible to conceal.
What a joke!
How could they still dare to make threats?
They did not even dare answer Gu Changqing.
Daoxing Tianzun's severed limbs still lay before them. That was a naked warning.
If they said one more word and angered this god of slaughter, Gu Changqing...
Daoxing Tianzun might not be the only one to die today.
Silence!
Across the vast Kunlun Mountain, only an intensely oppressive silence slowly spread!
The sight left all living beings dumbstruck, their tongues clicking in astonishment.