"Great-Uncle, it's not that I'm boosting the enemy's prestige, but Chen Mo really isn't someone the four of us can handle. So, do you think we should invite the ancestor out?" Li Shangqi asked Li Li.
Even saying this made his face flush. But in the end, their strength was too lacking, and preserving their lives came first. Nothing else mattered. The most important thing was to survive first, then discuss everything else. Otherwise, once they were dead, what was there left to say?
Besides, Chen Mo's visit to the Li Family this time clearly had no good intentions. He had come filled with rage, seeking revenge.
Li Li and Li Hui exchanged glances and nodded. In truth, they had been thinking the same thing as Li Shangqi—inviting the ancestor out. Chen Mo, that youngster, was simply too terrifying. Last time, he had actually defeated all four of their Xiantian Masters.
It did not matter whether it was because his sword had been sharp enough to cut through their short swords, or because there had been other uncontrollable factors. When two sides faced off, victory and defeat determined the outcome. As long as you won, everything could be discussed. If you lost, there was nothing to say.
Moreover, given the ancestor's Xiantian Third Order skills, dealing with Chen Mo should have been effortless. Not much time had passed since the last encounter. They did not believe Chen Mo's strength could have risen to such a terrifying level. He should still only be at the Xiantian Second Order. As long as they invited the ancestor out, it would be as certain as using three fingers to pick up a snail.
However, the ancestor had been in seclusion for years and had not left the mountain for more than a decade. If