Zhang Fengshen seemed to have expected Ye Changkong and the others' indignation long ago.
"Everyone, among the eight of us, I am the strongest. Before Li Yun arrived, you all regarded me as the greatest threat, didn't you?"
"So what?"
"I already said that this situation is one where we take turns wearing Li Yun down. No matter who remains standing at the end, victory is assured."
"Does it matter whether you're the strongest or not?"
"Unless you don't need us to help wear Li Yun down, and can defeat Li Yun alone. Heh heh, then there's nothing to discuss. But you can't do that, can you?"
Ye Changkong's tone was somewhat mocking.
Clearly, he was extremely displeased by Zhang Fengshen's claim that he was the strongest among the eight of them.
In literature there was no first place; in martial arts, no second.
They were all the most formidable geniuses in White Emperor City. Zhang Fengshen might have been a tiny bit higher in rank, but did he need to flaunt it right in front of them and even treat it as capital?
Wasn't that insulting?
Yet Zhang Fengshen still did not get angry.
He remained composed, as though he had everything in hand.
"Everyone, I understand why you think that way, but you have to admit that having me stand at the end gives us the greatest certainty, doesn't it?"
"Of course, we're all adults. If we only talked about the bigger picture and not benefits, I, Zhang Fengshen, would not dare spout off here."
The moment those words came out—
Ye Changkong and the others' expressions visibly improved.
Talking about benefits?
Why didn't you say so earlier? If you had said so earlier, wouldn't everyone have stopped feeling sleepy?
"Everyone, the Holy Son of White Emperor City