What? "Master Shou" again? Ba Zunan's trump card was me again?! Xu Xiaoshou nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. Standing there, his face turned purple with rage before he finally gripped his fan and turned to leave.
"You all have fun. This young master shall excuse himself."
"Hey, don't!" Aunt Xiang hurriedly rose. "You don't want your 'peerless geniuses' anymore?"
"As long as I stay out of muddy waters, what use do I have for so many people? First Pavilion Under Heaven's current lineup is already enough."
"What about your master? Have you made thorough preparations for storming Holy Mountain?"
With a click.
Xu Xiaoshou's hand gripped the doorknob, and his steps stopped.
The door weighed ten thousand jun. For a moment, even Sturdiness, comparable to a saintly body, could not push it open.
It had to be said that Aunt Xiang's words had struck Xu Xiaoshou right in the heart.
Back then, he had declared, "When I ascend the Throne, I'll dare raise my sword against Holy Mountain." Looking at it now, it was truly a joke! One person's strength was nowhere near enough.
Holy Spirit Hall was far too immense. Even Ba Zunan needed outside aid before he dared sound the horn of attack.
Even if he charged in now with all his passive skills, ignited every state, and erupted at his absolute limit, at most he could fight two or three Half-Saints. And they could not be Half-Saints at Ten Seat Holder level; they would have to be Jiang Buyi's type.
What about the rest?
If the five great Holy Emperor families truly mobilized, there would be at least five Holy Emperors in plain sight alone, right? And if the Ten-Person Council casually scraped together a team, they could produce ten Half-Saints far stronger than Jiang