Hearing Bai Huang's words, the three looked at one another, then finally nodded lightly.
They all understood.
Bai Huang was the true face of the White Tiger Clan.
If Bai Huang were instantly slain by Ye Lin, then the White Tiger Clan would become a complete laughingstock. When they went out and faced the younger generation of other races, they would never be able to hold their heads high again.
So they had to go first. Even if they lost, it did not matter.
What mattered was clearing a path for their eldest brother.
When it came to matters of great right and wrong, they could still tell what was important.
"Let's go."
"Alright."
The three exchanged glances and stepped forward.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, I am Bai Li. This is Bai Meng, and this is Bai Ying."
"The three of us cultivate a joint attack technique."
"Unfortunately, we have searched bitterly for an opponent and found none. Since Fellow Daoist Ye Lin wishes to have some fun today, we shall accompany you and have a little fun."
"It is only a spar. Victory and defeat do not matter; we stop at the right point."
Under the gazes of countless clansmen, Bai Li gritted her teeth and spoke.
Three against one was simply too humiliating.
She felt nothing but shame.
There was no helping it. As the third child, she was the only one who could say these words.
Damn it. No matter what disgusting things Ye Lin says next, I have to grit my teeth and endure it.
After all, who told them to be so shameless?
"Oh? A joint attack technique?"
"I'm looking forward to it as well. Come, let me see the joint attack technique of you three, and experience it for myself."
"Winning or losing isn't