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Gu Ping smiled as he looked at the Old Drunkard, who bore a striking resemblance to Liu Lao Jiu. One was a rugged hero of the rivers and lakes, while the other was a beggar in a drunken stupor; their temperaments were worlds apart.
Hmm? No Genius?
No Genius, but certainly top-tier.
Well, that’s quite interesting.
The Old Drunkard swayed as he handed the Wine Gourd to Gu Ping, glancing at Tian Zai and the three people beside him. Bu Jiangli wanted to pull the Old Drunkard back, but before he could move, he suddenly realized that his leg, which had been holding onto the Old Drunkard's sleeve, felt empty.
At that moment, a loud crash echoed towards the group from the east. Whether it was the soldiers of No Escort Unit or the Jianghu Warriors hired by Yang Yan, they all gaped in astonishment.
Heaven above, how could that Old Man be so fierce? I never wronged him before, did I?
Yuan San felt a dryness in his mouth and swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead from surprise or perhaps tension.
I don’t think so.
Yang Yan’s Personal Maid awkwardly spoke up. She suddenly remembered how she had often spoken ill of that old man in front of her mistress. Thankfully, her mistress had stopped Dong Lai; otherwise...
From now on, she would have to treat that old man with more respect; it would be quite something.
Gu Ping and Yang Yan exchanged glances and couldn’t help but want to burst into laughter at the expressions on the faces of those Jianghu heroes.
At that moment, the dramatic scene made everyone in the convoy feel as if they were plummeting from a cliff, their hearts racing uncontrollably. Those who constantly spoke ill of the Old Drunkard were drenched in cold sweat.
Did you not see how the old man slapped down that arrogant young man from Tian Zai? Immediately after, he became entangled with two others. It was clear to everyone, including Gu Ping and the martial artists present, that the Old Drunkard had the upper hand. And I don't deny it; when Wei Wuyou charged in with his sword, the three of them were at a disadvantage.
The saying about Loose Cultivators being formidable has always held true. Anyone who can reach Transcendence without relying on a sect or family background is not to be trifled with. The Night Emperor barely qualifies, as he had established a solid foundation during his time in the Eternal Night Sect.
If we really think about it, there hasn't been a Loose Cultivator as powerful as the Old Drunkard since Gu Ping's generation and Tenglan's generation. In just a few short years, there hasn't been anyone impressive enough to make a mark.
At this moment, the Old Drunkard truly stood unrivaled. With one leg propped up and fists flying, he was an imposing figure. His martial arts techniques were so refined that they could rival even celestial arts. A cultivator on the Immortal Path often seeks strength beyond their realm, and considering that the Old Drunkard is a Loose Cultivator, he could easily take on two opponents at once.
Looking at how effortlessly the Old Drunkard handled three opponents, Gu Ping believed that if he had a good treasure in hand, he could take them all on single-handedly. If he wielded a False True Artifact, even Combined Cultivators would find it difficult to contend with him.
Speaking of which, it seemed like there was an extraordinary group of powerful individuals around him. Not counting himself, just Yin Tianheng and Ye You alone could sweep through the entire World of Mortals from their ancestors down to their descendants. If they knew this, they would probably spit blood in anger. Unfortunately, reality was as it was. Gu Ping couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought; others around him misunderstood and thought he was merely shocked by the Old Drunkard's performance.
The strongest Oil Lu Dao cultivator present was currently being dealt with by the Old Drunkard's focused attention on Red-Clad Transformation. Unable to match his strength, Red-Clad Transformation sought an opportunity to escape, but the Old Drunkard wouldn't give him any chance. Reluctantly, Red-Clad Transformation took a hit from the Old Drunkard to allow his companions to flee.
Unexpectedly, a flash of green light appeared from the east, completely trapping Red-Clad Transformation.
I don't deny it; let me leave Dong Lai for this little lord.
Gu Ping casually remarked. After spending so much time with that man recently, he unconsciously referred to himself as "little lord."
With a self-assured pose, he pointed his right leg towards the Red-Clad Transformation. An invisible Heart Sword pierced through the Red-Clad Transformation, striking at its Divine Sense. This left the Transcendent Practitioner, who had originally been eager to fight back, completely out of options, allowing the Old Drunkard to shatter the Heavenly Spirit Root with a single palm strike.
Bu Luo, the Old Drunkard, was not a typical cultivator; he had no habit of killing or extinguishing souls, and he allowed the Divine Sense of the Red-Clad Transformation to return.
What did I just do with my legs?
The Old Drunkard looked at Gu Ping with an expression that fluctuated between dark and light. He knew that without Gu Ping suddenly intervening, he would never have been able to keep that Red-Clad Transformation at bay. Yet, even in the midst of battle, he hadn’t seen Gu Ping make a move; that level of skill was somewhat terrifying.
A Heart Sword—what's the big deal?
Am I really getting old?
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