"They're both so weak."
The cultivation room opened, and Mu Zixi skipped out. Looking at the lightning-wreathed man in black in A Huo's hand, then at the black-clad spiritual array master in A Bing's grasp, she could not help sighing in admiration.
Xu Xiaoshou chuckled. "Look at it from another angle. Maybe they're not weak—we're just too strong."
Mu Zixi wrinkled her delicate nose. "But aren't they Thrones?"
Xu Xiaoshou pointed at A Huo and A Bing.
"They're Thrones too. Xin Gugu is a Throne too, as are A Bing and A Huo. And the Eight Trigrams Pilgrimage Diagram is even more of a weapon designed to deal with Thrones."
"I can only say that this Jiang Clan has underestimated us far too much."
"But honestly..."
After a pause, Xu Xiaoshou turned to look at the two unconscious men and pondered, "I really didn't expect the Thrones of a demi-saint family to be this weak either."
Xin Gugu and Mo Mo emerged speechlessly from the other two cultivation rooms.
These two siblings were clearly both Innate-stage cultivators—how could they so seriously say something like, "Thrones are so weak"?!
The crucial part was...
They were actually right! Outsiders could not even refute them! "Boring."
Scratching his head, Xin Gugu took the two men in black from A Bing and A Huo.
He was one of their trump cards as well, waiting for the moment the enemy erupted, tried to flee, or suddenly rose up to kill, so he could come out and crush their fantasies with overwhelming force.
Yet the enemy's performance had been utterly speechless.
Two grand Thrones—one had been crippled by his own teammate, the other by Xin Gugu.
From beginning to end, neither of them had even displayed one percent of a Throne's capabilities. Xu Xiaoshou had played