Xiao Wujiu watched the scene with a smile. At this point, the Ancient Clan's four Dou Sheng had been effortlessly captured alive!
With a wave of his hand, the eighteen Heavenly Demon Puppets immediately escorted the four before him, forcing them to their knees. None of them retained the grandeur they had displayed upon arrival.
Judging by that performance, aside from their Dou Sheng aura when they first appeared, they were not even as imposing as Yun Shan.
He placed the Ink Sword behind him and leaned casually against its floating blade. "Your bearing is decent, but your strength is rather lacking."
"Looks like your strength is not as impressive as your mouth. You said you would take my life, yet you never even gave me a chance to draw my sword. Tsk, tsk..."
As Xiao Wujiu spoke, he sized up Gu Jie and the others, who looked utterly disheveled after the battle. His expression was filled with contempt.
"Pathetic."
Every word he spoke was a dagger driven deep into the pride of the four Dou Sheng experts. Within the Ancient Clan, they had all been figures capable of commanding the wind and rain. Since becoming Saints, they had mostly heard pleasing words, and having held high positions for so long, their pride was exceptionally strong.
Yet now, they had become prisoners, captured alive by Xiao Wujiu—a man they had once regarded as a stray dog—without him even needing to act personally!
What utter humiliation! What utter humiliation!!!
Gu Jie clenched his fists tightly, but the weakness flooding through his body relentlessly reminded him that he had lost the ability to fight...
"Xiao Wujiu, you did indeed win this battle." Gu Jie tried his utmost to keep his gaze calm as he prepared to speak with Xiao Wujiu in hopes