When such individuals make their move, it doesn't matter if you are a heaven's pride or a monstrous talent, listed on the honor roll, no matter how extraordinary, one would still perish from the path with a single encounter.
After all, the disparity is simply too great. Against individuals of that caliber, the younger generation doesn't even harbor the desire to strike, let alone a chance.
They can only stand helplessly in place, to be arbitrarily slaughtered, to say that they cannot even withstand a breath from the Huanxu Realm.
Gu Qingyan was, of course, very aware of this, which was why she was utterly anxious, her ten jade-like fingers tightly interlocked, betraying the panic and anxiety in her heart.
She truly dared not imagine what she would do if Gu Chen were to encounter a mishap, nor could Gu Chengfeng and Xu Qinge possibly accept it.
It wasn't just Gu Qingyan and the others; even the elders of the Frost Soul Sect were grim-faced, silently waiting.