"Unfortunately, if we intend to leave today, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop us."
The girl's indifferent voice rang out, carrying undisguised confidence as it echoed throughout the Ancient Realm.
At those words, Gu Yuan's eyes narrowed at once. Around him, the many Elder Council members could not help but let out scornful chuckles.
The eyes that had previously held concealed shock and fury now revealed amused expressions, as though the one speaking was not Hun Ruoruo, but some naïve little girl spouting childish nonsense.
Gu Sheng, who controlled the barrier, showed even deeper contempt, his expression turning cold.
"It seems Hun Miesheng's death still wasn't enough to cure your Soul Clan of its arrogance."
By now, let alone Gu Sheng, even an ordinary person with only the most superficial understanding of the situation should have clearly realized that the Soul Clan no longer had any chance of victory.
Gu Yuan's arrival had utterly ended the match!
"But that is only natural. Only by letting you witness the true strength of my Ancient Clan can we wash away the humiliation that trash Tong Xuan brought upon our clan."
Gu Sheng shook his head with a smile, no longer even interested in arguing. He said casually, "In that case, let the Clan Leader completely extinguish your last shred of hope."
The next moment, he raised a hand and took out a token, directly cutting off the Soul Mark controlling the Ancient Realm Grand Formation!
"Not a single member of my Ancient Clan's Elder Council will intervene. So long as you escape from the Clan Leader, your Xiao-Soul Alliance will be considered victorious, and we will never pursue any responsibility."
Gu Sheng stood proudly in the rear, his demeanor now filled with extreme contempt and disdain. "Now then, what else