"This little girl is a core disciple of the Yao Clan. She truly cannot be underestimated. No matter what, this mission can no longer be completed. For now, the best course is to leave..." Gu You wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, already harboring thoughts of retreat.
He had entered the High-level Half-Saint realm many years ago and was considered a renowned veteran Half-Saint among the Eight Clans. Only after exchanging blows today did he realize just how vast the gap was between himself and the true core disciples of the Eight Clans. Setting aside their astonishing talents, the heavenly treasures they had used throughout their cultivation were likely enough to force even a worthless piece of trash up to the peak of Dou Zun, or even Half-Saint!
"Little girl, you win this time. But do not think my Hun Clan fears you. A High-level Half-Saint may be formidable, but she is not enough for the Hun Clan to take seriously!" Gu You tossed out that threat, flicked his sleeve, and a scroll appeared in his palm. He crushed the scroll outright. In an instant, more than thirty Dou Zun experts under the Lion Nether Sect exploded into dense gray-black mist.
The terrifying shockwaves produced by the self-destruction of those Dou Zun experts forced Yao Ling and the others to temporarily avoid the brunt of it and retreat some distance. Though they desperately unleashed all manner of Dou Skills, doing their utmost to stop the Soul Hall Dou Zuns from escaping, every attack they sent into the dense mist vanished as though mud oxen entering the sea!
After roughly a dozen minutes, the thick black mist gradually dispersed. The Soul Hall Dou Zuns had long since vanished, leaving only the Dou Zun experts hovering in the air