Leave the Elder of Chaos to Gu Changqing alone?!
At those words, Tongtian, Ji Ren, Hong Yun, and Minghe all froze.
Then they stared at Gu Changqing, dumbstruck and dazed.
What did he mean?
Gu Changqing wanted them to join forces to confront-or rather, hold back-Hongjun, Laozi, Yuanshi, and the others.
Yet he, Gu Changqing, intended to face the one who had unleashed this world-ending catastrophe... the Elder of Chaos, all alone?!
This was no longer arrogance.
This was madness!
Sect Master Tongtian held the Qingping Sword, and even the chilling killing intent along its blade, capable of slaughtering ten thousand immortals, faltered for an instant.
He stared at his disciple, trying to find the slightest trace of jest on that faintly drunken face.
But there was none.
Gu Changqing remained as languid and irreverent as ever, as though he had not just proposed challenging a forbidden being beyond the realm of a primordial Daluo Golden Immortal alone, but merely brewing another jug of wine.
As calm as drifting clouds in a gentle breeze!
As effortless as a few flowing brushstrokes!
"Disciple Changqing..."
Sect Master Tongtian's throat bobbed as he spoke with difficulty, unaware that his voice carried a barely perceptible tremor.
"Are you... confident?"
It was not himself or the others he worried about.
Four Sages, plus Nuwa and Houtu-six Sages working together could hold out for a long time, even against Hongjun, Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Randeng.
But what about Gu Changqing?
He would be facing the Elder of Chaos!
The architect of this world-ending storm! A supreme being who wielded absolute suppressive power within his own domain!
Such cultivation had long since surpassed the Sages, reaching a realm they could neither comprehend nor fathom.
What could Gu Changqing possibly rely on to fight him?
Not just Tongtian-the