Gu Lan's eyes were filled with an intense murderous intent as he looked at the Bright Clan's experts. If looks could kill, they would have been sliced into a thousand pieces by the piercing gaze he sent their way. However, despite the dangerous aura he emitted, they were not afraid. Instead, they sneered mockingly at him.
"Here's your choice: only one of these two can survive."
"You think you're in a position to make demands? I'll take both of them!" Gu Lan's voice was cold as he spoke, his Hongmeng Sword trembling in his hand. In an instant, hundreds of sword lights formed in the air, their brilliance dimming the sky, as countless bolts of lightning intertwined.
Yet, the Bright Clan experts showed no fear. One of them quickly formed hand seals, and a layer of blood energy enveloped the golden cage. The pressure from this force caused both Gu Simu and Zhongren to grimace in pain.