It was precisely because they had never encountered an opponent that they had become arrogant and conceited, believing themselves invincible in the world and that anyone who came looking for trouble was simply seeking death.
Yet among the ten, there was one clear-headed person. She wore a snow-white cloak with exquisite fur, and was as delicate as a porcelain doll.
She slowly stepped forward and said in a cold voice, "Don't underestimate the enemy. Anyone capable of traversing an entire planar world and stopping Master from making a move must possess terrifying strength. The ten of us may not necessarily be able to defeat him even if we join forces."
The white-clothed woman's expression was cold, and her voice was equally frigid, as if she were an emotionless wooden figure.
Her words left the other nine people present somewhat stunned.
It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over their heads, instantly sobering them up.
That was right!
They had nearly forgotten.
Anyone capable of traversing an entire planar world must possess terrifying strength, perhaps even reaching a level they could not begin to fathom.
"Hiss."
The nine people immediately drew in sharp breaths.
Then, their gazes turned toward their Master, Daoist Shichen, who sat on the throne.
"Master, is this person really as powerful as Senior Disciple Sister said?"
The charming beauty asked cautiously.
Hearing this, Daoist Shichen cast a cold glance at the white-clothed woman, then looked toward the charming beauty. After pondering briefly, he said slowly, "His strength is about the same as mine."
Upon hearing this, the disciples visibly relaxed.
So his strength was about the same as Master's. In that case, even if they could not defeat him on their own, they could join forces with Master and beat him.
Besides,