"Senior Brother Changqing could actually take on more than a dozen opponents alone?"
"Heavens, they were all Quasi-Saints, yet the gap could still be this vast?"
"I truly wonder what the hell those Chan Sect disciples' Quasi-Saint cultivation amounted to!"
"It turns out the gap between us and Senior Brother Changqing had long since become a yawning chasm."
The disciples exchanged looks, utterly stunned, and murmured these exclamations.
Only at this moment did they truly realize how astonishing the gap between themselves and Gu Changqing was.
After all, Duobao and the others had also defeated Guangchengzi and his companions earlier.
But without exception, they had exhausted their strength and even unleashed their latent potential.
Only with the addition of the various secret Sword Dao Divine Abilities Gu Changqing had taught them had they managed to narrowly overpower the disciples of the Human and Chan Sects.
Yet now, with a single stroke of his sword, Gu Changqing had overwhelmingly suppressed every disciple of the Human and Chan Sects.
Even "the difference between heaven and earth" could no longer describe such a gulf.
Just then, Duobao murmured again.
"No!"
"Junior Brother Changqing hasn't even made a move!"
"That... was merely a sword strike in his dream."
As he spoke, Duobao looked in shock at Gu Changqing's true body, still fast asleep on Golden Ao Island.
At once, the Interception Sect disciples came to their senses, as though enlightenment had been poured over their heads.
Indeed!
Gu Changqing's true body had not even entered the fray in person.
The figure above the Heavenly River was merely a projection of his dream, not even a clone.
For a moment, their shock swelled countless times over.
They could only stare blankly at Gu Changqing, speechless, utterly at a loss as to how to react.
Meanwhile,