Gu Qi looked disdainfully cold, watching the desperate struggle of the three sectmasters, their faces set in grim determination, a slight cold smile leaking from the corner of his mouth.
"Old Ancestor was right, the human faction is indeed a weak race." With Gu Qi's level of cultivation, he indeed had the right to look down on these three sectmasters.
"The old duke does not wish to bully women; you three, surrender yourselves. Otherwise, once our prince becomes angered, the outcome will be very unpleasant for you."
The second sectmaster's face turned iron blue, and he cursed, "Barbarians from beyond the border, what right do you have to make us surrender?"
Gu Qi chuckled coldly, "You women are always so stubborn. Fine, I will start with you."
As he spoke, Gu Qi fearlessly turned his body into astral winds, shooting directly towards the formation of the Moon God Sect, showing no fear for the defensive system arranged by the three sectmasters.