"Thank you, senior!"
The two bowed again, this time more solemn and devout than before.
Gu Qingfeng nodded slightly, accepting the gesture.
He then withdrew his gaze and looked at the Demon Corpse still struggling beneath his feet.
The Demon Corpse was still moving.
Though crushed under Gu Qingfeng's foot, its chest caved in and bones shattered, it continued to struggle, the madness in its single eye undiminished.
This was the terror of resentment.
After falling, the persistent obsession did not dissipate, ultimately turning into a curse, leaving the body restless, forever sunk in madness.
Gu Qingfeng looked at it, his expression calm.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth."
"After all, it was once a supreme being. How can it be left to resentment to bring disaster, sullying its supreme name?"
As his words fell.
He clenched his right fist and struck out effortlessly.
"Boom——!!!"
This punch had neither world-shaking phenomena nor world-destroying might.
