A dull thud rang out as the powerful Palm Force seemed to strike a ball of cotton.
The foolish old man had flickered in front of him, blocking the palm strike.
"Uncle Master Cangwu Zi!"
The Daoist roared, his voice filled with grief and rage.
The other Daoists who had followed also glared, their eyes wide with fury. Cangwu Zi was one of the most formidable masters of their Qingcheng Sect, yet now he was being called a fool by some filthy scoundrel who was no better than an ant.
Reduced to a tool for making money.
It didn't matter whether you treated him well or not. Even if you were exceptionally kind, just for calling him a fool, ten thousand deaths would not be enough to atone for it.
The Daoist called out for a long time, but Cangwu Zi remained unresponsive, merely smiling his foolish smile.
The killing intent in the Daoist's eyes intensified, and his hand rose again involuntarily.
"Fool, get me out of here! Quick!"
