"Senior Martial Sister Su, wait. Your condition is indeed somewhat better, but since Heavenly Capital has sent someone to challenge us, the cultivator they dispatched is absolutely not to be underestimated.
In terms of cultivation realm, you are still slightly inferior.
This battle should be faced by me!"
The moment Su Ye finished speaking, Wan Jianyi rose to his feet as well.
"Junior Martial Brother Wan, you don't trust me?" Su Ye's delicate brows furrowed slightly, anger appearing on her face.
Wan Jianyi hurriedly shook his head. "It is not that I do not trust you. It is that this battle carries enormous consequences and cannot afford the slightest mistake."
Su Ye clenched her pearly teeth and said unhappily, "Since Junior Martial Brother says so, it seems you are certain that I cannot win. If I fail to win this battle, I am willing to die in apology!"
Su Ye's gaze was resolute, and her tone carried even more determination.
"Senior Martial Sister Su, that is not what I mean!
It is simply that my cultivation realm is ultimately a little higher. Even if we truly have to fight for our lives, the power I can unleash would be somewhat greater, would it not?
At a time like this, one more measure of strength means one more measure of hope for victory!"
Wan Jianyi hurriedly added.
The two locked gazes, seeming to confront each other needle to needle, their eyes filled with unwavering resolve.
For ordinary cultivators, when faced with a life-and-death crisis, they would surely rack their brains to send others to their deaths so they themselves could survive.
But within the Yun Ge Sect, it was an exception.
Among Low Tier cultivators below the Nascent Soul realm, mutual schemes and cruel conditions of survival were indeed common.
Yet