"No mistake!" Yun Wuxin's face was grim. "That guy hoarded a massive amount of heavenly and earthly treasures and gave them away to everyone he met, yet he never bestowed any upon our Longhu Cave Heaven. It's clear he's biased against us!"
"You should tell the Saint Heir about this. He ought to know what to do!"
Han Xiao frowned. "Are you suggesting...?"
Yun Wuxin's gaze was dark. "I've checked. That Wang Xiu... his Cultivation Level is only at the fourth or fifth layer of the Golden Core realm. No matter how heaven-defying his talent, he's no match for our Longhu Saint Heir."
"Even in a worst-case scenario, even if he has a trump card, given the quality of this batch of Sanqing disciples, they can deploy two or three people at most!"
"And our Longhu Immortal Sect, including the Saint Heir, has a full eight prodigies. We can overwhelm them with sheer numbers!"
Han Xiao hissed softly, "Isn't that... somewhat against the rules?"
