Qu Jianlei's side was in high spirits, but the few Nascent Soul cultivators opposite them were no less hot-tempered.
The bidding Nascent Soul cultivator was truly having trouble holding them back. He knew the reinforcements he had hired were fierce, but who could have imagined they would be this fierce?
It was clearly six against eleven, yet every one of them was eager to fight. Were they afraid the matter would not blow up enough?
Honestly, he also believed that his side could fight.
Although the other side had eleven Nascent Soul cultivators, most of their auras were somewhat unstable and not particularly pure.
In other words, most of those Nascent Soul cultivators lacked deep foundations and were likely not from major sects or great clans.
Not to boast, but he considered himself quite skilled at judging people. He thought it was more likely that they were independent cultivators.
Yet even so, the numerical disparity was right there. If they truly fought, they would probably only end up with mutual destruction.
But that was not a result he could accept—not even a costly victory!
If seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators descended into a chaotic battle, how many would die or be injured? He probably could not even afford the compensation for the dead and the medical expenses of the wounded! As for the responsibility for starting such a war, he could not bear it either. Not even the Xinhua City Lord could shoulder it!
A Heavenly Demon invasion was imminent. Even without that factor, a brawl involving so many Nascent Soul cultivators was still an extremely serious matter!
Central Province had more than a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators, which sounded like quite a lot, but its population was close to a hundred billion! More than a dozen great cultivators, selected from