"Wonder if they can win." Fat Monk looked in that direction and spoke.
Ye Yu merely glanced over, raised a hand to lay down a barrier, then calmed his mind and continued manipulating the puppets.
Fat Monk turned back to glance at Ye Yu and curled his lip.
"Don't bother thinking about it. They definitely can't win. It'll probably end very quickly." Zheng Xiang glanced in that direction and said indifferently.
The people the Xu family had gathered were indeed all geniuses, and their cultivation was not weak either.
But they had a fatal flaw: there were not many cultivators from Central Province among them. Most were geniuses from other provinces.
It was not that geniuses from other provinces were necessarily weaker than those from Central Province, but one thing was certain: competition in other provinces was not as fierce as it was in Central Province.
Nor was it as dangerous as Central Province.
It was like a village bully and an underworld boss. If the two were about the same age, how could the village bully possibly be a match for the underworld boss?
They were far inferior in actual combat, and their minds did not turn nearly as quickly either.
Moreover, Heavenly Qi Sect was a sect, united from top to bottom. The Xu family's group was nothing but a ragtag mob. They had no concept at all that they belonged to the same faction.
Once a fight began, it would not take long before they scattered and fled at the first sign of danger.
As if to confirm Zheng Xiang's words, the spiritual energy fluctuations over there soon gradually subsided. Streams of light burst forth from that place, all of them cultivators fleeing in every direction.
Fat Monk only needed one glance to know that these people