You Were Never Taking Us Out to Play

"That's all the information." Saint Ning Ye slowly said, his gaze sweeping over Saint Hui and the other four.

Saint Meng frowned and asked, "Can someone really advance from the God Venerable Seventh Layer to the twelfth level of God Venerable in fifty thousand years?"

He still found it a little hard to believe.

Saint Ning Ye nodded with certainty. "Others might not be able to say for sure, but she absolutely can."

Saint Hong gave a self-mocking laugh. "It seems comparing people really can infuriate you to death. I've lived and cultivated for so long, yet I've been stuck at the God Venerable Seventh Layer without advancing an inch.

Yet she spent only fifty thousand years rising from the God Venerable Seventh Layer to the twelfth level of God Venerable.

Is the gap in talent really that vast?"

What she did not know was that Murong had not spent fifty thousand years advancing from the God Venerable Seventh Layer to the twelfth level of God Venerable. She had taken less than ten thousand years.

"There's no use envying her. What we need to think about now is how to kill her," Saint Si said blandly.

Saint Hui slowly interjected, "Although we're all God Venerables, the gap between God Venerables can sometimes be enormous.

Especially after hearing His Majesty's description, the gap between us will only be greater. If we want to kill her, we cannot hold back from the very beginning. Otherwise, we may not even get the chance to make a move."

"Of course. Knowing we're outmatched, if we don't risk our lives, what are we supposed to use to win?" Saint Hao said heartily.

Saint Meng nodded lightly and echoed, "With my tenth level of God Venerable cultivation, if I fight to the death, I should be