Into the Upper God Clan

As he spoke, Gu Lan's face curled into a cold smile.

For those who refused to obey, he didn't waste words—he simply solved the problem with a single strike of his sword.

After shaking off the blood on the Hongmeng Sword, he relaxed his aura slightly.

Hearing his words, the remaining three looked at him in shock and confusion.

Was Gu Lan really trying to get himself killed by heading into the Upper God Clan?

They couldn't understand what he was thinking.

But if that was the case, they would simply take advantage of the opportunity to settle the score.

Although they weren't a match for Gu Lan, there were plenty of strong experts in the Upper God Clan.

It would be easy to deal with Gu Lan there.

"Since the senior is willing to come with us, please, follow us," they said, agreeing swiftly, a sneer crossing their faces.

Though it lasted only for a moment, Gu Lan saw it clearly.

How could their small tricks fool him?