Seeing Gu Wuhen's arrogant laugh, Chu Jie frowned and asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at your overconfidence, your ignorance, and how you're all about to meet your end yet still put on such a strong facade." Gu Wuhen restrained his laughter and said gloomily.
Hearing Gu Wuhen's words, Chu Jie looked disdainful and sneered, "About to meet our end? Do you Ancient Clans want to destroy our Qingtian Sacred Land? It's not that I'm boasting, but even two Ancient Clans wouldn't be able to do it."
Gu Wuhen didn't mind, his face carried a cold killing intent, and his eyes held a hint of sarcasm: "Of course, my Ancient Clan cannot do it. Qingtian Sacred Land may be low-key, but its true strength is incredibly strong, at least comparable to those top ten sects, if not stronger."
"Good that you know."
Chu Jie wore a proud expression; indeed, they did possess such strength.
