"Yield? The word 'yield' has never existed in my dictionary!"
Su Shi'er smiled faintly as he spoke, abundant true essence radiating from his body.
It enveloped Zhu Hanwei and everyone on the mountain.
In the blink of an eye, forty-nine formation flags flew from his sleeve. The moment they landed, they formed an extraordinary grand formation across the mountaintop plaza.
Everyone on the mountain was gathered inside the formation. As it operated, even without Su Shi'er diverting his attention to protect them, the power generated by the formation was enough to withstand the oppressive aura of those eleven Body Integration cultivators.
"Heh heh, this old man admits that your cultivation level is quite decent. From the pressure radiating off you, it is clear that among cultivators of the same realm, you can be called outstanding."
"But... with strength like this, you would still be far from a match for this old man alone."
"Not to mention that there are eleven brothers among us. And you... are but one man."
"I truly do not know whether to call you ignorant of your own limits, or say that your skill is so great that it has made you bold!"
The dwarf cultivator folded his arms across his chest, his gaze sweeping recklessly over Su Shi'er as he assessed him.
"Does having more people... necessarily mean you have the advantage?"
Su Shi'er smiled faintly and asked in return.
"Is that not so? With your strength alone, you want to contend against the eleven of us brothers. Do you think... you still stand any chance of winning?"
Behind the dwarf cultivator, a round-faced cultivator immediately spoke up.
His eyes and tone carried the same contempt.
"What if I say that I do?" Su Shi'er countered.
"Hahaha! Brothers, did I hear that right? This fellow