"Xue Linglong, do you think this rabble can defeat Lin Huang?" Hao Renjie leaned close to Xue Linglong and asked in a low voice.
Xue Linglong glanced at the people walking ahead, each wary and on guard. She sighed inwardly, but burst into a loud, charming laugh. "Our side is packed with heroes and teeming with geniuses. Even one punch from each of us would be enough to beat that Pseudo-Saint to a pulp."
Yang Erlang roared with laughter and pressed a hand to his brow. "Haha! You're right, Linglong. It's just that all these burdens are more trouble than they're worth."
His gaze turned cold, and Yang Erlang wore a look of absolute confidence. "I'm all it takes. Linglong, don't you believe in my strength?"
The others shot Yang Erlang a cold look. Stone King, riding atop the Ying Dragon King at the head of the group, spoke calmly. "Keep running your mouth, and I'll kill you."
Yang Erlang's gaze turned icy, and his anger flared. "Stone King, others may fear you because you're one of the Descendants of Divine Blood, but I don't. If you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
The arrogant, unruly geniuses all looked down on one another. At the slightest disagreement, they clashed head-on, tension crackling between them. Xue Linglong hurriedly laughed. "Do it for my sake. Let's work together. Whatever else, we can talk after we kill that Pseudo-Saint."
"Hmph. Linglong, I'm only doing this for you." Yang Erlang reluctantly suppressed his killing intent.
Stone King remained expressionless as he glanced at Xue Linglong and sneered. "Xue Linglong, I don't care what you're plotting. What do I have to fear?"
With that, Stone King picked up speed and took the lead, moving to the very front.
The others also sneered and glanced