The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

He knew perfectly well that ants like these could never agree to a fight to the death.

Gu Mingzhe's lips curled up slightly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement and condescension, "If you're afraid of a fight to the death, you can disagree."

"Ant, I can give you a chance."

"If you kneel down, kowtow to me and confess your sins, and serve as a slave to my family for another hundred years, I might spare you!"

How could he possibly let someone who offended the Gu family and killed a member of a collateral branch of the Gu family go? Even if he were willing to let them go, the family would not agree.

He said that purely to disgust and to mess with this guy who dared to offend him and his family!

After humiliating and playing with them, find an opportunity to eliminate them without anyone noticing!

A cold smile lingered deep in Gu Mingzhe's eyes.

The surrounding disciples, each with a complex expression, some whispered among themselves, some shook their heads and sighed, and most looked at the white-robed youth not far away with pity and indifference.

However, just when the unemployed disciples, Wang Lin, Elder Hun and others thought that this unemployed disciple Su Chen would either bow down in humiliation or retreat in fear,

But then he saw the white-robed youth in front of him slightly lift his eyelids, casually reach out and take the disciple token from his waist, which was slightly vibrating due to the deathmatch invitation notification.

Su Chen's gaze fell on Gu Mingzhe, his eyes calm and still.

The next moment, he calmly said, "I agree."

The disciple token in his hand flashed with light, and the vibration stopped.

This moment.

Gu Mingzhe stood there stunned, his expression freezing instantly.

The surrounding servants were also taken aback, some of them not quite able to react.

Wang Lin, who was in the distance, also suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the old soul was utterly astonished.

"What...what did he say?"

"agreed?"

"He agreed to a fight to the death?!"

For a moment, the entire sea of ​​blood and gore was somewhat blank.

Everyone, including Gu Mingzhe, was momentarily stunned and bewildered.

They even wondered if they had misheard.

In this silence.

suddenly.

A cold, ruthless voice emanated from the two disciple tokens.

A voice, indistinguishable between male and female, slowly echoed in all directions.

"Gu Mingzhe, a menial disciple, has challenged Su Chen, an inner disciple, to a death duel. Both parties have agreed. All others shall stand aside. Anyone who obstructs the death duel will be punished according to the sect rules, without leniency!"

The sound of the Xuan Tian Mirror echoed out, its voice cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

However, at this moment, like a thunderclap, it suddenly exploded in the bloody abyss.

They initially thought he was just talking, but to their surprise, he actually agreed!

However, as they listened to the voice coming from the Xuan Tian Mirror, they began to think they had misheard it.

"Wait a minute..." A servant disciple frowned, a look of hesitation in his eyes, and whispered, "Did I hear that right?"

"Why do I hear this disciple token say something about an inner disciple?"

"Uh...I think I heard that too..."

"Wait? I'm not hallucinating, you heard it too?"

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The next moment, someone couldn't help but repeat it in a low voice.

"Gu Mingzhe, a menial disciple, has launched a deadly fight against Su Chen, an inner disciple?"

"An inner disciple?!"

The surroundings gradually quieted down.

All eyes turned to the white-clad youth not far away, their gazes filled with incomprehension, shock, and disbelief.

"How could this person... possibly be an inner disciple?"

"What a joke..."

"Is there a problem with the servant disciple's token?"

"It should be!"

At this moment, the blood-red flames shimmered, and the sound of the wind pierced the air.

At this moment, not only did they think this way, but Gu Mingzhe, Wang Lin and others not far away also thought the same way.

There is no other possibility!

Surely this person isn't actually an inner disciple?

How is that possible?

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Gu Mingzhe chuckled.

"That really startled me."

"This disciple token, really, it even makes a mistake with something like this."

He tossed his hair, his gaze returning to Su Chen, his expression regaining its previous arrogance and indifference.

"But it doesn't matter. Since you stupid ant agreed to a fight to the death, then I will get rid of you as soon as possible so that I can go back early..."

As he spoke, he looked at the white-clad youth in front of him, a cruel glint in his eyes. He had already begun to fantasize about crushing, torturing, and killing him bit by bit.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding servants involuntarily took a few steps back, their faces showing pity.

Wang Lin, not far away, also had a complicated look in his eyes.

In their view, the outcome was already predetermined.

However, at this very moment...

Boom!

A tremendous pressure suddenly descended!

The aura belongs to the level of perfect foundation building in the Heavenly Dao!

In an instant, the oppressive force swept in all directions, like an invisible giant mountain, pressing down heavily on everyone!

The air suddenly felt heavy at the foot of the entire Eighty-Nine Peaks!

Nearly ten thousand servant disciples felt a tightness in their chests, difficulty breathing, and their legs went weak, causing their bodies to sway involuntarily.

Some people turned pale and staggered backward, while others groaned and knelt down on the ground.

"This...this is?!"

Screams of alarm rose and fell.

Her face paled, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

At this moment, where Su Chen was, the pressure was the strongest, the air was violently distorted, and tiny ripples appeared.

Su Chen remained calm, looking at Gu Mingzhe in front of him with indifferent eyes, without the slightest fluctuation.

He raised his right hand slightly.

In an instant, a magical power, interwoven with five colors and mixed with a faint moonlight, surged from his palm.

The magic flowed, instantly imprisoning and enveloping Gu Mingzhe completely, leaving him no time to react.

By the time Gu Mingzhe realized something was wrong, he had already been lifted up by that magical power, his feet off the ground, and he was floating in mid-air.

He subconsciously activated the magic power within his body, trying to break free from the restraints.

Boom!

His fully refined magical power surged forth from his body, creating a turbulent aura.

He even recklessly unleashed his Taoist magic.

however!

Chapter 171 Su Chen Reveals Terrifying Power

No matter how much Gu Mingzhe struggled, the five-colored moonlight magic power that imprisoned him remained completely still!

He couldn't even budge it by the slightest bit!

At this moment, Gu Mingzhe's expression completely changed.

Just as he was shocked and horrified.

A calm, indifferent voice rang in his ears.

Ants.

Su Chen's gaze fell indifferently on him, her tone completely flat.

"What gives you the illusion that you can keep provoking me?"

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Even after being suppressed by him and having its nascent Dao Fruit concealed, only revealing the oppressive power of the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Perfection level, it was still far beyond what a mere Qi Refining Perfection miscellaneous disciple could compare to.

Su Chen slowly tightened his right hand, the five-colored moonlight magic power that enveloped Gu Mingzhe suddenly contracted.

Boom, boom~

The sound of bones being squeezed rang out clearly.

Gu Mingzhe felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if he were being crushed by countless forces at the same time, and his internal organs were trembling.

"what!!!"

A piercing scream instantly tore through the air.

Gu Mingzhe struggled and twisted in mid-air, his face contorted and veins bulging on his forehead.

However, what broke him even more than the excruciating pain was the scene before him.

He stared intently at the white-clad youth not far away, his pupils trembling and his expression blank.

"How...how can you have such power?!"

"What on earth is going on?!"

"impossible!"

He roared.

The surrounding servants and disciples were already stunned, their mouths agape, forgetting even to breathe.

From a distance, Wang Lin could see his pupils contract.

Just then.

In the face of a life-or-death crisis, Gu Mingzhe had a sudden flash of inspiration and thought of something.

His face turned deathly pale, and his voice trembled with disbelief.

"An inner disciple?!"

"Just now... was there a problem with the disciple token?"

"You...you really are an inner disciple?!"

Before he could finish speaking, he began shaking his head frantically.

"impossible!"

"How could you, a menial disciple, possibly be an inner disciple?!"