Li Zhier remained silent. She was countless years younger than Li Xunji—he was already twenty-eight or twenty-nine, while she was only a girl of thirteen or fourteen. She was simply there to be bullied.
"Heh, this isn't much fun. Suppressing my cultivation actually makes the fight harder. Still, they're young, so they probably don't have much experience." Third Brother Li Zaoyuan sneered.
Eldest Brother Li Zhengfeng merely glanced at us before losing interest, and almost no one had left this area this time. It seemed our strength still wasn't enough to draw anyone's attention. Thinking about it, that was understandable. If I were in their place, I wouldn't think much of winning against an opponent whose cultivation had been suppressed, either. Sometimes, underestimating an opponent had an even greater impact.
At least that team just now had been somewhat careless.
The card-drawing rotation began again, and this time our luck was decent—we weren't picked. The two teams taking the field were Li Zaoyuan's team and a team from the outside forces of Sky Sword Mountain.
The outcome held little suspense. Li Tianjian's children were formidable in both methods and prestige. Since the disciples they had chosen were all outstanding, they won with ease. Those disciples used different methods, having been selected from various immortal sects. Some possessed overwhelming strength, while others had abilities perfectly suited to counter their opponents. None of them could be underestimated.
After two rounds of three-to-zero matches, the strong teams finally met. Second Brother Li Xunji's team collided with the team representing Li Zixin's son. I was more than happy to see this battle—whichever side was eliminated would please me.
Li Xunji had dared to look down on his own younger sister, but her foundation of strength was truly no trifling matter. Once the two sides