Gu Zhen had not been beaten to death so easily.
Do not forget, even if he could not use his cultivation, he was still a Saint!
His body was extraordinarily tough and brimmed with powerful vitality.
Those people battered Gu Zhen furiously, only to leave themselves panting, their hands and feet aching.
Gu Zhen was naturally suffering too. Beaten black and blue, he lay twisted in a pool of blood, long since stripped of any strength to fight back.
Yet thanks to a Saint's powerful vitality, he still had not died.
"Damn it! The good really do die young, while scourges linger for a thousand years! A despicable wretch like Gu Zhen certainly clings hard to life!"
Someone complained between great gasps. Since they had already attacked him, there was no need to keep calling him Holy Lord.
"We must beat him to death! Only then can we prove our sincerity!"
"Exactly! Everyone, stop resting and put your backs into it! Once we beat this old bastard to death, our misfortune will turn to good fortune!"
They encouraged one another, displaying extraordinary unity.
But to Gu Zhen, their unity only made him wish he could die that instant.
He could not imagine that the Gu Family, which had remained peaceful for years under his control, had actually sunk this low.
"Fortunately, I noticed something was wrong in time and sent Ruoyi to find Xu Xuan! Even if I die, I can rest easy!"
As people who had once fawned madly over him beat him with all their might, Gu Zhen had long since lost any desire to live.
He even hoped death would come sooner. He had truly despaired of this world that filled him with grief, rage, and pain.
"Nothing but a pack of dogs! This is the true