One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

boo.

That finger so easily touched Gong Qing's brow.

Followed by.

"Well--!!!"

A short, piercing scream rang out, and Gong Qing's body trembled violently.

He was like a spineless shrimp, limp and collapsed on the ground.

puff.

Streams of fine airflow gushed out wildly from the pores of Gong Qing's body.

That was the complete true qi he had cultivated for many years.

That was the level of cultivation he was so proud of.

At this moment, it's like a deflated balloon, shrinking at an alarming rate.

"My... Qi..."

Gong Qing opened his mouth wide, his eyes bulged, and his hands frantically clawed at the air, as if trying to grab back the lost power.

But all he grasped was empty air.

In just a few seconds.

That once high-spirited leader of the Quanxing Sect who schemed against the entire world of supernatural beings.

At this moment, he collapsed to the ground, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

"Don't rush."

Zhang Taichu withdrew his finger and blew on it.

"This is just an appetizer."

"The real show is just beginning."

Upon hearing this demonic voice, Gong Qing trembled.

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhang Taichu.

His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to curse, to roar, to vent the overwhelming hatred in his heart.

"I want to kill..."

however.

He had only spoken half of what he was saying when he found that he could no longer make a sound.

"He...he...he..."

Gong Qing covered his throat in terror.

No matter how hard he tried to pump air into his lungs, no matter how violently his vocal cords trembled.

It came out of the mouth.

Only this rough and unpleasant hissing sound, like that of a broken bellows being pulled.

Gong Qing, who once used his sharp tongue to move among various sects and manipulate countless people.

He lost his voice.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Taichu looked down at him, raising an eyebrow slightly and a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Weren't you quite the talker?"

"Where did that fierceness go when you were threatening me just now?"

"Come on, say a few more words."

"Or... should I beg for mercy?"

"He...hehe!!!"

Gong Qing frantically scratched his neck.

The fingernails dug deep into the flesh, leaving bloody scratches.

The despair of being unable to utter a sound was ten thousand times more painful than killing him.

Gong Qing stared intently at Zhang Taichu, wishing he could devour him alive.

But he also knew that he had no chance at all; the difference in strength was like an insurmountable chasm, leaving him no room to fight back.

However, as long as they return alive, the Quanxing sect will never forget Longhu Mountain.

"Oh, right."

Zhang Taichu glanced at Gong Qing on the ground and spoke in a lazy voice.

"I forgot to tell you."

"With this one finger, I not only sealed your mute acupoint."

"By the way..."

"I also helped you treat your ADHD."

Before he could finish speaking...

Gong Qing, who was slumped on the ground, suddenly realized with horror that...

His ten fingers were as straight as if they had been filled with molten iron, unable to bend even an inch!

Let alone writing.

Even clenching a fist has become a luxury!

Ugh... Ughhhhhh!!!

Gong Qing broke down.

He knelt on the ground, tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and let out a silent roar.

That extreme despair made his facial features contort together.

I can't speak.

I can't write.

All his cultivation was destroyed.

Right now, he's just a living, useless person!

They can't even be a tool for delivering messages!

Gee tut.

Zhang Taichu put his hands in his sleeves, shook his head, and looked disgusted.

"Look at the state you're in now."

"Where did that strategist from Quanxing Sect go?"

"Didn't you say you wanted the whole world to besiege Longhu Mountain?"

"Wasn't this supposed to be a dead end?"

Zhang Taichu squatted down, reached out, and gently patted Gong Qing's distorted face:

"Is the game over now?"

Gong Qing was trembling all over, his eyes empty and vacant.

broken.

It was completely broken and cleaned.

Faced with this monster, all his schemes, all his backup plans, and all his wisdom vanished.

It all seems like a joke.

"Alright."

Zhang Taichu clapped his hands and stood up, seemingly having grown tired of playing:

"Now that he's become mute, things are much easier."

"Keeping your dog's life alive still has some use."

talking.

He turned around and looked at Tian Jinzhong in the wheelchair.

At this moment, Tian Jinzhong was watching this scene with an extremely complex expression.

There was a sense of relief, a sense of awe, and above all, a deep respect for the methods employed by the senior brother before me.

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

This is truly killing someone by destroying their spirit!

They kept Gong Qing alive, but couldn't do anything about it.

This kind of torture is a thousand times more painful than death!

"Odako".

Zhang Taichu grinned at Tian Jinzhong, revealing a set of bright white teeth:

"This fly is too noisy, senior brother, I'll throw it out right now."

"You should rest first."

"When your senior brother comes back later, he'll tell you a bedtime story."

Done.

Zhang Taichu didn't look at Gong Qing again.

He reached out and grabbed Gong Qing by the back of his collar, as if he were picking up a bag of trash.

"Get out of here!"

There was no pity whatsoever.

Without any hesitation.

Zhang Taichu dragged Gong Qing along and strode towards the door.

Sizzle—sizzle—

Gong Qing's body dragged across the floor, making a screeching sound.

He was like a dead dog, letting Zhang Taichu drag him along.

Those eyes, once brimming with ambition and desire, are now nothing but a desolate grayness.

"Since you enjoy scheming against people from the shadows so much..."

When I got to the door...

Zhang Taichu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head slightly, his voice icy:

"Then go back to your ditch."

"By the way..."

"Let those old fogies of Quanxing see this."

"What will happen if you dare to extend your claws into Longhu Mountain?"

boom!

The door to Rongku Pavilion was kicked open.

The night wind blew in, making Zhang Taichu's tattered Taoist robe flutter loudly.

He just carried the acting leader of Quanxing like that.

He stepped across the threshold.

His figure instantly blended into the boundless night.

Only the room remained.

Tian Jinzhong, in his wheelchair, watched the figure disappear into the darkness, tears already streaming down his face.

He trembled as he tried to raise his crippled hand, wanting to perform a traditional Chinese bow.

In the end, all he could do was lower his head deeply.

His lips trembled, and he silently uttered two words:

"Senior brother..."