"What does this little brat think he's doing?"
"He isn't planning to kill me with a single slash, is he?"
One of the Soul Clan's Four Elders, a relatively tall and thin figure, sneered. He did not take Lu Yuan seriously at all. After all, they had heard what Gu Yuan had just said. Gu Xun'er—clearly a girl's name. Moreover, judging by the current positions of Gu Dao and the other two, it was obvious who they were focusing on protecting. If they could shatter the confidence of a dying brat head-on and savor his fear, all the better. If not, it did not matter. Gu Dao and the other two were late-stage Seven Star Dou Shengs. Even the current Four Demonic Saints of the Soul Clan could not defeat them in a fight. This brat could not possibly be a Nine Star Dou Sheng. What was wrong with being a little careless? "Gu Dao, how old are you? Have you already gone senile?"
Gu Dao was from the same generation as Gu Yuan.
He was very old.
Unfortunately, to the even older Soul Clan's Four Elders, he was not old enough.
Thus, in terms of age, an Eight Star Dou Sheng of the Soul Clan calling him "brat" was perfectly justified, fully conveying his contempt and disdain.
Hearing Gu Dao being humiliated so blatantly, the other two old men among the Three Immortals of the Ancient Clan could no longer sit still either.
The Soul Clan's Four Elders indeed had formidable reputations.
But the Three Immortals of the Ancient Clan were not made of clay either.
Four early-stage Eight Star Dou Shengs could certainly put them under considerable pressure. However, if they truly fought, the outcome remained uncertain. So long as they seized every opening in the coming battle,