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Moreover, the plain-clothed old man would definitely kill them with these three moves. How could he let them escape?
This old man was too vicious. On the surface, he said that he cared about old friendships, but it seemed that he had no intention of letting them go at all!
"Speak, who is the strongest among you?"
Under the old man's urging, everyone panicked and began to look for someone to take on these three moves. However, they quickly came to a consensus and looked at Guan Teng, who was as tall as an iron tower.
Guan Teng was silent for a moment. Looking at the gazes of the people around him, he took a deep breath and finally gritted his teeth and walked forward.
He bowed respectfully to the old man and said, "Junior is not talented, but I am willing to learn from Immortal Master. Please show mercy."
"Hmph."
The plain-clothed old man raised his eyebrows and snorted softly. His figure leaped and suddenly slapped towards Guan Teng.
As his palm struck, a dazzling light suddenly appeared and disappeared from the void. It was as if there were countless shadows fiercely entering Guan Teng's body like a tide.
In the next moment, Guan Teng, who was standing in the same place, trembled slightly. It was as if he had been hit by a giant hammer that weighed thousands of kilograms. He was fiercely sent flying dozens of feet away.
While he was still in mid-air, a mournful blood spurted out from his mouth with a "pu" sound. A bright red ripple appeared in the void.
Bang!
Accompanied by a low muffled sound, Guan Teng's tall figure landed heavily on the ground, splashing smoke and dust into the air.
Everyone clearly saw that Guan Teng's body seemed to struggle hard for a moment. Then, his head tilted and he directly fainted.
The whole place suddenly became deathly silent. It was too fast, simply in the blink of an eye.
None of the people present saw how the old man made his move.
It seemed that he had only lightly waved his palm across the air and directly slapped Guan Teng away as if he was swatting a fly!
No one expected that the plain-clothed old man, who was sleeping in the desolate cave, would be so tyrannical. After all, Guan Teng was a super expert who had cultivated to the Nine Streams Realm. He was only two small realms away from the true Spirit River Realm.
However, under the old man's attack, he could not even withstand a single palm strike!
Everyone felt as if their hearts had already fallen into a bottomless glacier. Their entire bodies were cold.
Every cell in his body was freezing!
Guan Teng, who had the highest cultivation, couldn't even take a single palm strike, but the old man said that he had to take three of his palms!
Who could withstand three of his moves?
Guan Teng fainted after receiving the palm strike, and there was no possibility of him standing up.
Among them, aside from Guan Teng, the one with the strongest cultivation was Qiu San, who was at the Sixth Stream Tier.
However, everyone knew that Qiu San possessed the half-Legendary-grade Divine Weapon, Dragon's Soul Sword. His attack power was comparable to that of a Spirit Stream Great Circle expert.
However, in terms of defensive power, he was no match for Guan Teng. He was only comparable to an ordinary Six Streams Stage cultivator.
Apart from Qiu San, Elder Lingxin, Perfected Lord Zi Yang, and Elder Bai Mei were all Cultivators of the Second or Third Stream Realm. Cultivators like them would not be able to withstand even half a move from the plain-clothed old man.
This plain-clothed old man had set a simple condition of receiving three of his attacks. Sure enough, he was sure that no one in the crowd could do it!
"I've already given all of you a chance … but the strongest among you is nothing more than this. It seems that all of you will die here today."
There was an inexplicable excitement in his voice.
"In that case, all of you can go to hell!"
The old man snorted coldly. Before he finished speaking, a murderous aura exploded in the air.
At that moment, all the cultivators' faces turned pale. Just as the murderous aura in the air was about to reach its limit and explode …
A youthful voice suddenly sounded in the air.
"If it's just taking three of your moves … I'll give it a try."
Hmm?
Everyone turned their heads in the direction of the voice and saw that the youth in gray, who had been unconscious all this time, seemed to have finally awakened.
His expression was indifferent. He held a three-foot-long withered branch in his hand. He tapped it lightly on the ground, and his entire body floated up gracefully, flying over like a large bird.
So it was him!
All the cultivators' expressions stiffened.
Sigh!
The last glimmer of hope on everyone's faces disappeared without a trace. Everyone secretly shook their heads.
They thought that their savior had arrived. They did not expect it to be this crippled youth of the Spirit spring stage.
Under this huge change in mood, a middle-aged man in blue could not help but snort loudly, glancing at Chu Chen with an unkind expression.
"Kid, I know you're a good talisman master, but in this situation, it's useless for you to try to be brave. A bunch of Spirit Stream stage experts did not say anything. How can a little cripple of the Spirit spring stage speak up?"
"Purple Sun Supreme is right!"
Beside the blue-clothed middle-aged cultivator, a tall and thin black-clothed youth with a gloomy face coldly glanced at Chu Chen. His eyes were filled with unconcealable disdain.
"You can't even stand properly, how can you take three of the Immortal Master's moves?"
"That's right, it's better if we beg the Immortal Master. Maybe the Immortal Master will give us a way out. Maybe we'll have a chance to live. If we allow you to mess around and anger the Immortal Master, we'll all die! "
"How can a Spirit spring stage cultivator challenge a Spirit River stage expert? Young man, don't be impulsive!"
… …
Gazes of ridicule, disdain, worry, and disdain swept over from all directions.
In this life and death crisis, everyone was under tremendous pressure. Many people were afraid that Chu Chen's mischief would completely anger the plain-clothed old man and cause everyone to fall into an irrecoverable situation.
Just as everyone was discussing spiritedly, and some cultivators were even prepared to stop Chu Chen.
"Enough!"
A cold reprimand sounded in everyone's ears.
Elder Lingxin's face suddenly turned sullen, her slender eyebrows suddenly raised.
"Shut up, all of you! Now that things have come to this, we're all going to die anyway. Since Tong Hu is willing to take the risk, it's fine if you're not grateful, but why do you have to pour cold water on him? "
She quickly walked to Chu Chen's side, her cold gaze sweeping over everyone.
"There's no harm in letting him try. If any of you are not convinced, you can take these three moves for him!"
As soon as Elder Lingxin said this, the whole place fell into a dead silence.
The cultivators who were criticizing Chu Chen before all tactfully shut their mouths. After all, no one was willing to take the risk of death to take three moves from the plain-clothed old man.
They were not fools. How could they send themselves to death for this crippled youth!
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