He absolutely could not accept such a thing happening. Even as he threatened Xiao Wujiu, he continued struggling frantically, resisting him.
"I've cultivated for five years. If I can't even handle a Half-Saint like you, wouldn't all that cultivation have been for nothing?"
Facing Gu Chen's struggles, he felt as though he held the life of an ant in his palm. Perhaps this was how the Ancient Clan had once viewed him. Only now, the situation had been reversed.
"Xiao Wujiu! Don't think that gaining a little opportunity and power means you can act without restraint!" Gu Chen's face twisted viciously as he glared at the young man before him. "You, a mud-legged nobody from the fallen Xiao Tribe, how could you possibly compare to the countless years of accumulated foundation and heritage of my Ancient Clan? I advise you to—"
"Hehehe... are you threatening me?"
Xiao Wujiu had no desire whatsoever to listen to Gu Chen's threats before death. It was all the same empty drivel, repeated over and over, and it only struck him as incomparably laughable.
When members of an Emperor Clan faced a hopeless situation, the first thing they thought of was actually the power and backing behind them?
How absurd!
There was no need for him to explain anything to the Ancient Clan, because the enmity between them had long become an irreconcilable knot!
"Across the Five Continents and Seven Clans, I, Xiao Wujiu, have realized that there is only one word to give you as your ending..."
"Kill!"
As his icy voice fell, he ripped Gu Chen's soul body out completely. Heavenly Flames ignited in his hand, and he thrust it directly into Gu Chen's soul, forcibly tearing out the Fallen Heart Flame that Gu Chen had refined within it!
Amid ghostly wails and