The five young Divine Clan members were all quite young, not more than twenty, with handsome looks and extraordinary temperament. They were dressed in exquisite silk, embroidered with noble patterns, looking very unusual.
They piloted the ship to hover above the Wuji Sect, descended from it, each holding a withered flower, their every word and action filled with arrogance and disdain.
It was as if they were telling everyone that their coming to mourn was already giving the Human Clan enough face, reminding all that they were the high and mighty geniuses of the Divine Clan.
The Human Clan cultivators present felt very uncomfortable in their hearts.
This was especially true for the younger members of the Wuji Sect, whose killing intent was evident, not concealed at all.
However, the higher-ups knew clearly that they were not opponents for these young ones at all. Even if everyone attacked together, it wouldn't work, unless Li Qi stepped in.
