BANG!!
Their palms violently collided.
The Abbot was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground and spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
"Abbot!!" the disciples of Qingyin Temple shouted in alarm.
They wanted to rush forward and help, but they were all weak and powerless, unable to even stand.
"You..." The Abbot's face was pale, his features twisted in pain.
At his peak, he could have easily crushed Fu Ming. However, he had just been ambushed by Fu Ming and was simultaneously trying to suppress the flaring Gu Force within him. His cultivation had taken a major hit; his realm had plummeted from the Fifth Layer of the War King Realm to War Sect. At this point, he was no match for Fu Ming.
"Haha—" Fu Ming laughed wildly, addressing the disciples of Qingyin Temple. "You all see that, don't you? He's no match for me! If you want to live, then be smart and recognize me as the Abbot of Qingyin Temple! All of you will take orders from me!"
"In your dreams!"
