"Gu Yuan, do you truly intend to make an enemy of our Soul Hall?!"
Facing Gu Yuan, a Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint, along with Black Annihilation King Gu Lie, an Early Eight-Star Dou Saint, and the Three Immortals of the Gu Clan, Hun Miesheng knew full well that his side was at a disadvantage.
"Make enemies of you? Is your Soul Hall even worthy?!" Gu Yuan laughed disdainfully. "Your Soul Hall may be called the continent's foremost power, but in the eyes of our Ancient Eight Clans, you amount to little more than that."
"Do you really think you're worthy of our notice?"
As he spoke, Gu Yuan unleashed his aura as a Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint. Under its overwhelming might, the sky darkened in an instant, and the winds and clouds churned across heaven and earth.
Gu Lie and the Three Immortals of the Gu Clan also unleashed their powerful Dou Sheng auras.
One Peak Nine-Star Dou Saint, one Early Eight-Star Dou Saint, and three Late-Stage Seven-Star Dou Saints—with such a formidable lineup, a mere five-star Dou Sheng like Hun Miesheng stood no chance.
Yet there was no way to salvage the situation. Hun Miesheng's expression grew increasingly grim. His fists clenched as he exchanged sidelong glances with the deputy hall master and the Great Heavenly Venerate.
They were all high-level combatants of the Soul Clan. They could not fall here, or the clan would suffer an enormous loss.
But unless absolutely necessary, they did not want to expose their identities as members of the Soul Clan.
The Soul Hall was the smokescreen their Soul Clan used to conduct its affairs on the continent.
"Gu Yuan, do you truly intend to attack us?"
"If you strike today, the Gu Clan and the Soul Clan will fight to the death.