As this atmosphere spread, everyone's expressions in the Ancient Clan changed slightly.
This was a realistic and very real problem.
No one, when they could leave safely and unharmed, would choose to risk their lives against a powerful enemy.
All they needed to do was hand over something that interested Hun Tianchen, and they could leave safely.
Everyone had witnessed Hun Tianchen's strength. With the sixteen Dou Venerates behind him, no one could possibly contend with such a lineup unless they possessed the cultivation of a Nine-Star Dou Venerate or above.
Yet among this massive group, there was not a single Nine-Star Dou Venerate. The Ancient Clan's only Nine-Star Dou Venerate had already died earlier.
"Don't believe what Hun Tianchen says," Gu Qingyang said, still trying to retain control. "Don't you know the Hall of Souls' style by now? Do you really believe that handing over your treasures means you'll be allowed to leave alive? What if they take your treasures and still refuse to let you go?"
His words made those present reveal hesitant expressions.
Indeed, trusting the Hall of Souls carried far too much risk.
"Therefore, we only have one path left: join forces and fight the Hall of Souls to the death!"
The moment Gu Qingyang finished speaking, Hun Tianchen casually swung out a palm. A massive palm imprint shot straight at Gu Qingyang.
The sharp, oppressive aura made Gu Qingyang's face change dramatically. The Eight-Star Dou Venerate beside him reacted at once, hurriedly stepping in front of Gu Qingyang and taking the slap head-on.
Slap!
A crisp sound rang out. The Eight-Star Dou Venerate's face instantly swelled, and he was sent flying dozens of meters away.
Everyone gasped at the sight.
It had been nothing more than a simple slap, with Dou Qi transmitted through it.