"Our four sects only have a measly twenty people altogether, but what about them?
By my rough estimate, they must have at least thirteen hundred!
With such a vast disparity in strength, aren't we being a little too rash and reckless?!"
Ying Ming Hao rubbed his nose as he muttered to himself, a trace of fear slipping into his voice. He was even beginning to consider backing out. At this rate, they might really end up pinned to the ground and ground into the dirt over and over again!
These so-called Heaven's Chosen were nothing like the fellow disciples who had once played and fooled around with him back in his sect.
They were the finest elites and peerless geniuses from all manner of factions. Their combat prowess was on an entirely different level.
Even with Ying Ming Hao's considerable skills, he would probably end up fleeing every which way, utterly bedraggled, before opponents this formidable!
At the sight, the corners of Gu Xinghai's mouth twitched, and he inwardly lamented his plight.
Now, his earlier decision did seem a little too hasty and rash. But things had already come to this, and there was no other way out.
If they did not temporarily join forces to face the crisis before them, they would undoubtedly be the first to suffer elimination.
"Um... Senior Brother Gu, look, your younger brother Gu Xingchen is right over there. Would you like to call him over too?
That would give us a better chance of winning!" Qiu Yajing said bashfully to Gu Xinghai, her cheeks flushed.
She knew perfectly well that once the fighting began, the other side would quickly knock her to the ground. But if she could bring Gu Xingchen and his companions over to help them, perhaps they could turn things