Ying Huanhuan's voice came from beside him, carrying a trace of pride.
This was merely the Desolate Hall, yet it already possessed such strength.
One had to know that the Desolate Hall was the weakest of the Dao Sect's four halls.
The strongest, the Heavenly Hall, far surpassed the Desolate Hall.
One could imagine just how astonishing the combined strength of the four halls would be.
However, none of this was worth mentioning to Lu Yunxiao.
Under his command, Cloud Gate had countless Dou Zuns, dozens of Half-Saints, and Dou Saint experts emerging one after another.
Not to mention mere disciples.
At present, the outer and Inner Disciples under Cloud Gate likely numbered no fewer than several million.
As for the reserves, they were even more innumerable.
Cloud Gate was a mighty sect that had unified the entire Southern Region of Central Plains and occupied the Western Region.
Compared to it, the Dao Sect could only be regarded as a child at best.
"Little girl, do you perhaps have some misunderstanding about what constitutes a strong person?"
Lu Yunxiao looked at Ying Huanhuan with an odd expression, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
Its meaning was exceedingly obvious.
Ying Huanhuan was no fool, so she naturally understood what Lu Yunxiao's smile meant.
This bastard looked down on the Dao Sect's strength.
She gave a disgruntled snort, but Ying Huanhuan did not argue.
With Lu Yunxiao's strength, the world he had seen was probably astonishingly vast.
In his eyes, the Dao Sect might truly not amount to much.
Still, she could not help feeling a little unconvinced, her small lips pouting high.
Lu Yunxiao smiled. This girl was clever, but she was still young.
She still had the temperament of a little girl.
After all, she was