You remained chaste on your wedding night, do you really think this holy son is a simp?

All the light was blocked by the giant foot overhead.

"Thump."

Immediately afterwards, some people couldn't hold on any longer.

All that could be seen was that the legs of these so-called true disciples went weak, and they knelt directly on the ground.

Followed by.

"Splash, splash!"

One person started, and another followed, until they all knelt down.

It's not that they want to kneel.

It's really hard to stand up.

That's the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage.

Faced with such absolute power, their supposedly superior Golden Core cultivation was utterly insignificant.

Zhao Ping'an couldn't muster any more courage and also knelt on the ground.

He looked up, gazing at the sky in despair.

too frightening.

This kind of power is simply beyond their ability to resist.

Even if they all joined forces and used every ounce of their strength, even if they destroyed all their magical artifacts, they still wouldn't be able to stop this kick.

Only at this moment did they finally understand one thing.

Gu Changyuan was not joking.

This seemingly indifferent holy son actually dared to take action and genuinely wanted to cripple them.

"Don't...don't step on it..."

Some people were so scared they wet themselves, and they begged for mercy incoherently.

But Gu Changyuan didn't even look at them.

He stood there, his expression indifferent.

His feet slowly landed.

With this one stomp, these so-called chosen ones will be nothing more than good-for-nothings who just laze around and wait to die.

The giant foot of spiritual energy in the sky crashed down with a roar, following Gu Changyuan's movement.

The wind howled, and the air currents felt like knives scraping against everyone's faces.

Zhao Pingan closed his eyes, his face ashen.

It’s over.

This time it's really over.

however.

Just as that giant spiritual foot was only a few feet away from everyone's heads, and even Zhao Ping'an's hair was blown off by the wind pressure.

"call out!"

A piercing sound suddenly came from afar.

Immediately following was a dazzling white light.

That was a flash of sword light.

fast.

too fast.

It was so fast that the eyes of the crowd could not catch its trajectory; they could only feel a blur before their eyes.

The sword light, carrying an incomparably sharp edge, instantly pierced the sky.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The sword light struck precisely at the center of that giant, spiritual foot.

The giant foot of spiritual energy, which originally seemed capable of crushing mountains and rivers, instantly disintegrated under this sword strike.

The spiritual energy exploded, turning into countless points of light before dissipating into the air.

The suffocating pressure vanished without a trace.

Gu Changyuan frowned slightly, then slowly withdrew his foot, a hint of displeasure on his face.

The very next second.

A gray figure flew down from the sky.

The person did not land directly, but hovered in the air for a moment before slowly landing in front of Gu Changyuan.

The visitor was Elder Zhu, a powerful elder of the Enforcement Hall and a well-known sword cultivator in the sect. He was notoriously protective of his own and had a notoriously bad temper.

Gu Changyuan glanced at him.

They showed no respect whatsoever just because the other party was an elder.

"Yo."

"Elder Zhu, it's you."

"That was a good strike, quite impressive."

The disciples around them, who had just escaped with their lives, were on tenterhooks when they heard this.

That's Elder Zhu from the Enforcement Hall!

He's an old monster in the late Nascent Soul stage!

Although your kick was fierce, you are still young. How dare you speak to Elder Zhu like that?

Elder Zhu's face instantly darkened.

As an elder of the Enforcement Hall, which disciple in the sect wouldn't treat him with utmost respect? Wouldn't they all be too afraid to utter a sound in his presence?

Only Gu Changyuan dared to speak sarcastically to him in front of so many people.

But Gu Changyuan is the Holy Son, so even Elder Zhu can't directly turn against him.

Seeing Elder Zhu with his hands behind his back, he hesitated for a long time before slowly speaking:

"What is the Holy Son doing?"

"I wonder how these disciples offended the Holy Son, causing him to become so enraged that he was even willing to use drastic measures to cripple their cultivation?"

That was a very skillful question.

They immediately framed Gu Changyuan for committing crimes without authorization, completely disregarding the Enforcement Hall.

If it were any other disciple, they would probably be kneeling and begging for mercy by now, or rushing to explain.

But who is Gu Changyuan?

After hearing this, Gu Changyuan gave a cold laugh.

Gu Changyuan slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the group of true disciples on the ground who had just caught their breath.

"Have you offended me?"

Gu Changyuan shook his head, his face full of disdain:

"Elder Zhu, you overestimate them."

"Those few pieces of trash think they dare to offend me?"

"They don't even deserve to be looked at by me."

Elder Zhu's eye twitched slightly.

Gu Changyuan, however, didn't care at all and continued:

"I just saw that they couldn't distinguish right from wrong, distorted the truth, and violated the rules of the sect."

"So, I'm just cleaning up the sect's mess."

"What? Elder Zhu thinks I did something wrong? Or does Elder Zhu also think that keeping this kind of useless person who can't distinguish right from wrong can bring honor to the sect?"

The group of true disciples on the ground finally came to their senses.

When they saw Elder Zhu standing in front of them, their previously dejected eyes instantly lit up.

Our savior has arrived!

This is an elder of the Enforcement Hall!

Moreover, I usually have a good relationship with their faction.

That's just how people are.

When they have no one to rely on, they become cowards and weaklings.

But once they have a powerful backer, someone to rely on, that inexplicable confidence instantly hardens.

Zhao Ping'an used both hands and feet, scrambling and crawling towards Elder Zhu.

"Elder Zhu, you must do us justice!"

Zhao Ping'an's voice was choked with sobs, and he sounded utterly aggrieved.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he had suffered a great injustice.

As soon as Gu Changyuan finished speaking, the group of true disciples couldn't help but retort, looking annoyed.

They didn't dare to directly confront Gu Changyuan, but they were willing to hurl insults from behind the elders' backs.

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Ping'an pointed at Gu Changyuan, spitting everywhere:

"When did we break the rules? You're just trying to frame us! You can always find a reason!"

"that is!"

Another disciple also got up from the ground, hid behind Elder Zhu, poked his head out, and shouted loudly:

"If anyone's broken the rules, it's clearly you, Gu Changyuan!"

"As a holy son, it's one thing for you not to care for your fellow disciples."

"Look what you've done to Junior Sister Chen! She's practically crippled!"

"That's right!"

"You rely on your superior cultivation level to indiscriminately resort to torture here!"

"They even bullied their junior sister, severely injuring her and crippling her cultivation!"

Elder Zhu frowned as he listened to the voices of his disciples behind him.

I've already offended the Holy Son; if I don't understand the situation now, then things will...