"Great Master, this humble Daoist is not playing dumb, I truly know nothing at all."
"Is that so?"
Gu Qingfeng said nonchalantly, "I'll count to three. If you still aren't honest after three, don't blame me for being impolite."
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
When Gu Qingfeng finished counting, the Old Daoist who had been kneeling in the void suddenly vanished without a trace.
"You little bastard brat!"
"You think you can push your luck, huh?"
"I've already backed down for you, played the coward to this extent, and you still won't let it go? What do you want?"
The Old Daoist's figure appeared in the sky above, his body shimmering with interweaving black and white light, resembling the interplay of yin and yang, even more like the Primordial Chaos Supreme Ultimate. He summoned his Peach Wood Sword again, pointing it at Gu Qingfeng sitting below, and roared, "Let me tell you, you bastard brat, don't think I'm afraid of you! At worst, it's just death! Who's afraid of who? It's not like I've never died before!"
The Old Daoist knew Gu Qingfeng's existence was extraordinary, even more terrifying than imagined. Without further hesitation, he formed a hand seal with one hand while brandishing the Peach Wood Sword with the other.
"Celestial Constellation Thunderbolts, Five Thunders Orthodox Method!"
Suddenly, the yin-yang light around the Old Daoist's body transformed wildly, turning into five vast beams of radiance that shot straight into the heavens.
Of these five beams, one surged toward the center, one toward the north, one toward the south, one toward the east, and one toward the west—each occupying one of the five directions, forming the Five Directions Thunder Surge.
The eastern thunder surge, brimming with vitality, was the Eastern Wood Thunder.
The southern thunder surge, flowing endlessly, was the Southern Fire Thunder.
The western thunder surge, capable of crushing all resistance, was the Western Metal Thunder.
The northern thunder surge, ever-changing and infinite, was the Northern Water Thunder.
The central thunder surge, solid as a rock, was the Central Earth Thunder.
The Five Elements Thunder Method seemed to merge with the very heavens and earth of this space, causing the firmament to transform. Immediately, winds rose and clouds swirled, thunder and lightning intertwined.
Boom!
Crack!
Thunder roared, accompanied by a rolling, oppressive might descending like heavenly wrath, like the fury of the Celestial Constellation, like nature itself gone mad!
Below.
Gu Qingfeng sat in that Master's Recliner, legs crossed, holding a wine cup, taking small, leisurely sips. Glancing at the Five Thunders Orthodox Method in the sky, he couldn't help but praise, "Using one's own five qi, ascending toward the origin, summoning Celestial Constellation thunderbolts, transforming them into the Five Thunders Orthodox Method—truly profound and marvelous!"
"I've seen countless Five Thunders Supernatural Abilities in my lifetime. Your Five Thunders Supernatural Ability, old man, might not be the most powerful, nor the most profound, but it is absolutely the most orthodox Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method I've ever witnessed."
"Not bad, not bad, truly not bad."
Gu Qingfeng clapped and cheered, praising, "With just this one Five Thunders Supernatural Ability, you, old man, won't have to worry about food or drink."
"You bastard brat!"
"Facing death and still acting like a big shot in front of me!"
"Go to hell!"
The Old Daoist's face flushed red as he screamed. Simultaneously, in the sky, the Five Thunders Orthodox Method descended from above.
Boom!
Crack!
The Eastern Wood Thunder, Western Metal Thunder, Northern Water Thunder, Southern Fire Thunder, and Central Earth Thunder descended, but they did not strike Gu Qingfeng directly. Instead, like five great pillars, they seemed to connect heaven and earth, enveloping Gu Qingfeng. Immediately after, countless thunder and lightning manifestations were born—innumerable, endless. Looking around, it was as if the entire void was filled with thunder and lightning of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
To be honest, this Old Daoist was truly formidable.
The Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method was a Supernatural Ability that once shook the Great Wasteland, publicly recognized as one of the most powerful Supernatural Abilities.
Unfortunately.
This Supernatural Ability had been lost long ago. To this day, although many experts still knew the Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method, what they comprehended was not the true Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method in the real sense. At best, it could only be considered a 'counterfeit'—perhaps possessing its might and form, but lacking its spirit.
Yet the Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method performed by this Old Daoist was the genuine, orthodox Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method.
It possessed not only the might of the Celestial Constellation and the form of thunderbolts but also the spirit of the five thunders.
Truly profound and marvelous.
And the Old Daoist himself had always taken pride in his orthodox Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method. Over the years, relying on this orthodox Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method, if not allowing him to run amok undefeated across the world, it at least made many people wary of him.
Of course.
If he only knew this one Supernatural Ability, the Old Daoist wouldn't be so arrogant, nor would he dare to parade under the banner of exorcising demons and vanquishing evil while running rampant everywhere. That he dared to disregard a Demon Monarch like Yunyan Xianzi wasn't solely because of this orthodox Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method Supernatural Ability either.
Boom!
Crack!
The might of the Celestial Constellation roared.
The fury of the thunderbolts bellowed.
The spirit of the five thunders passed judgment!
Was Gu Qingfeng dead?
Unknown.
At this moment, the Old Daoist had no mind to consider this question. After unleashing the Heavenly Gang Thunderbolt Five Thunders Orthodox Method, he didn't idle either. Afraid he might not finish off Gu Qingfeng, he unleashed all the skills he had learned in his lifetime—what Spells, what Immortal Techniques, what Supernatural Abilities, all the Magical Treasures he had snatched, swindled, or refined himself over the years—he hurled them all over in one go!
As the saying goes, when the enemy is weak, seize his life.
The Old Daoist clearly believed in this phrase wholeheartedly. While hurling attacks, he cursed nonstop.
"Bastard brat!"
"Weren't you so arrogant?"
"Show me your arrogance now!"
"I just took a little peek at you and that little Demon Monarch wench, damn it!"
"I didn't even see clearly how many hairs that little Demon Monarch wench has on her body, and you, motherf***er, messed up my eyes like this."
"I backed down and played the coward for you, but you, little brat, didn't know what's good for you. On top of that, you motherf***er pushed your luck! Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
"Let me tell you, bastard brat, it's always been me bullying others. No one has ever dared to bully me."
"A little runt like you, not even fully grown, dares to call yourself Great Master? And even motherf***ing says you're the greatest under heaven and earth?"
"What 'old' of ancestor? What 'master' of heaven?"
"Look how capable you think you are, you motherf***er don't even know your own place anymore."
"You bastard brat, can you be greater than the Holy Maiden? Can you motherf***er be greater than the Netherworld Emperor?"
"Let me tell you, bastard brat, forget about you, even the Holy Maiden motherf***er has to respectfully call me 'Old Master' when she sees me! What the hell are you?"
"Daring to call yourself Great Master in front of me! Even the Netherworld Emperor, who once ran rampant across the Great Wasteland and dominated heaven and earth, would have to kneel and call me 'Ancestral Master' if he saw me!"
"What the hell do you think you are?"
"Trying to act tough with me!"
No one knew how many Supernatural Abilities and Spells he unleashed, nor how many Magical Treasures he hurled.
In short.
The Old Daoist performed all the Supernatural Abilities and Spells he should have, and hurled all the Magical Treasures he should and shouldn't have.
This onslaught truly exhausted the Old Daoist. Though not to the point of depletion or collapse, he was panting heavily, somewhat drained and spent.