This punch.
It carried the power of the Fifth-Layer Profound Celestial Divine Pattern, far more than an ordinary Fourth-level Martial Spirit could withstand.
The man's vision went black as he was sent flying backward. He crashed heavily onto the ground with a THUD, blood trickling from his mouth and nose.
Chu Qingyun knew exactly how to deal with people like this.
A misunderstanding? That was pure bullshit.
What kind of misunderstanding involves stabbing someone's Qi Sea—such a vital spot—with a dagger?
The man must have mistaken him for one of those naive young cultivators who only focused on training, someone easy to bully and deceive.
Watching Chu Qingyun approach him step by step, the old man finally felt a pang of fear. "You, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Hmph, I'm about to have a 'misunderstanding' with you too..."
Chu Qingyun snorted coldly, raised his leg, and cleanly stomped on the man's head, crushing it.
With a SQUISH, it burst like a watermelon.
