"Boss, Yang Fanyuan really looks like he's about to buckle!
Look, Lu Shen and his lot have a full four thousand people, while Yang Fanyuan on our side has barely over two thousand, even counting every last one.
Besides, any one of those fellows, Lu Shen, Jiang Zhiqing, and the others, could rank in the top fifteen of the Combat Power Rankings!
So what if our Brother Fanyuan is extraordinarily strong and sits firmly at the top of the Combat Power Rankings?
Two fists still can't beat four hands. The few can't overcome the many..."
Blinking his large eyes, Liu Jingyuan anxiously explained the severity of the situation to the person beside him.
Yet his normally honest, guileless face now betrayed a trace of irrepressible excitement and eagerness, as though the surging battle lust inside him were battering against the cage that confined it.
As a body cultivator, Liu Jingyuan felt no fear at being surrounded by numerous powerful enemies. Instead, it only roused his fighting spirit further-after all, in close combat, his opponents' sheer numbers became their greatest disadvantage.
Just then, however, another voice suddenly rang out:
"Hey! You brainless big oaf, did you take the wrong medicine or something?
Never mind that we only have seventy or eighty people altogether. Just look at the enormous difference in numbers between the two sides. Do you think our little band can save Yang Fanyuan?
As far as I'm concerned, all that talk of 'brotherhood' is nothing but hollow pleasantries. Who knows what schemes that fellow has in mind?
Maybe he just covets Senior Sister Lin's and Senior Sister Qing's beauty and deliberately came to cozy up to the boss. Are you trying to invite a wolf into our home?!"
Yun Qingyi scolded him on the spot, raising his hand