An Easy Victory

Behind the middle-aged man, six more middle-aged men of roughly the same age—and even nearly identical appearance—suddenly appeared. All were Ascension Kings. The seven stood shoulder to shoulder, projecting an intimidating aura.

"Eh, aren't those the Qi Family Seven Brothers?"

"Though they weren't born from the same womb, they've lived together since childhood and cultivated a joint combat technique. When all seven become one, they can rival an Ascension Emperor and even slay high-level Ascension Emperors against the odds. They're incredibly powerful!"

"But wasn't this decided by drawing lots? How could all seven brothers possibly have drawn the same group by such a coincidence?"

"Heh heh, isn't that simple? As long as the seven brothers threaten and entice people into trading their lots with them, who would dare refuse to give them face?"

"Damn, they really have no shame!"

"Even if they can defeat everyone else, only one person can advance in the end. How could they possibly be Yan Jinrui's match?"

"Hah, as long as they advance from one major group and rank among the top eight, the Qi Family brothers will have achieved their goal!"

"So they're only after fame!"

The people around them all discussed the matter in hushed voices, while doing their best to keep their distance from Zhou Heng. The Qi Family Seven Brothers were not people to be trifled with. This kid was basically doomed; standing too close might bring disaster upon them for no reason.

"Kid, you actually dared threaten the Qi Family brothers. Are you courting death?"

"Brothers, get him together and chop him to pieces!"

The Qi Family brothers shouted in unison. Six of them leaped toward one man, and upon colliding with him, their bodies eerily fused into his, like two drops of water blending together.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the Qi